Being hungry and knowing that you will eat again in the near future is very different from being hungry and not knowing when you'll get a chance to eat again. The latter drives you mad!
I think what gets me down most about Paris is what would get me down about living in presque any city. The stark contrast between rich and poor: poverty stares you in the face all day here. My metro stop is the start. The homeless, hungry drunks yelling at random or curled up in a corner. Their hands all swollen and scabby. Shit man, real life can blow. But the fact that I'm aware of it here, versus in OC or Santa B, where the bums are all happy drunk pirates or don't exist haha doesn't give me any means of doing anything about it, which I think is why I'm left feeling so frustrated, or down. fkld;a'gja.......
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