I remember being told again and again how priveledged I was growing up, how I was so lucky to have more than poor kids did. “You’re so lucky, when I was a kid, we just had to go hang out with other kids, we didn’t have computers and video games! You’re so lucky, when I was a kid we had to be close to other people, lucky you lives miles away from anyone your age!”
“You’re so lucky, you get to go to a fancy school where there aren’t any girls to distract you! You’ll thank me for this son!”
“You’re so lucky, to get ferried home from school and spend every evening looking at a computer screen”
“When I was kid we were actually forced to interact with each other. Can you imagine that?”
I remember seeing documentaries about kids in Africa. It was a real sob story. Look at these poor kids, they don’t even have nice toilets like you! On the screen I saw African kids and teenagers, of both sexes, running around, smiling, laughing, no adults telling the boys not to talk to the girls. Melancholic music plays over the backdrop of grinning black faces.
These poor poor children. This is what they do everyday while lucky you spends every day in an all boys school.
Look at their poor, starving, smiling faces. Listen to their laughter. Laughter at how shit their lives are compared to you. You get to spend your whole adolescence in the least natural environment imaginable, while these pitiful children are forced to live... welll... in exactly the way nature intended! What a shame for them. How sad that no one stops them having sex with each other! They miss out on life! They don’t get to experience life like you do! The sterilised boredom of school to office drone to death. Can you imagine the pain they must feel to be missing out on that?
While these poor African children frolic, play, find their place in the tribe and fall in love, spare a thought for these poor souls.
They can’t even go to McDonald’s when they feel like it
