It’s almost been a week since getting back from India. I haven’t told anyone much about my trip. Nothing more than a few of my favorite things and the worst things I saw. On the trip I must have kept it away from my attention, but the trip was pretty depressing. Most of the stories I have to tell, almost all of them what I want to talk about the whole time is all the trash and the beggars and the destitute. The things I did are so trivial compared to the squalor that was always around the corner. I don’t really have anywhere to go with that…
I feel like now I am back I have become more of a misanthrope. I was pretty bad before the trip, but I kept it to myself. Now I just wish people would stop being what and who they are and do better. Problems for most people, I know now, are nothing. I’m worried about this. I don’t know what it will mean. Hopefully it is just a phase.

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