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“Get out of the house” is probably one of the oldest pieces of advice out there.
People say it like it’s a real rule you can’t break in life; like it’s a cure for all your woes.
We are social creatures.
We can’t be alone all the time, otherwise we would end up isolated and depressed.
There’s also so much beauty in this world apparently, so you’ve gotta lay your eyes on them. Let the good shit flow into your soul.
But I disagree that it’s dogma.
Sometimes, life sucks out there.
Just like how a little thing can open your eyes and inspire the shit out of you, a little thing can trigger the fuck out of you and piss you off to no end or blast a wave of anxiety right into your face.
You saw a random act of kindness between two strangers? Cool. Your day is made.
But you may also see ugliness in some annoying douchebag, like that fat fuck who decided to cut in my line to order his food. I wished him nothing but death through heart attack as I observed how he ended up eating two whole helpings, followed by dessert.
My evening felt ruined. I lost. I let it get to me.
So, “Get out of the house” you say?
I think yeah, by all means.
But sometimes, just stay in.
