As I lay dying, I look back with regret on time not spent pointing out things that suck. I have so much bile left to give, but my time is at hand.
When I was younger, my whining was vigorous and robust. Nothing was too small to trash. Moleskine notebooks, metal straws, lesser flavors of chips—all were worthy of a rant.
But life is short, and so is that guy on Facebook I called short. Tomorrow is never assured, so don't wait to tell someone that their sneakers look cheap.
If you have an opinion, you should always state it. It's easy to find excuses not to kill the vibe at a dinner party, but you can't let that inner voice stop you from shaming guests for eating meat.
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