I don't know if this even counts as a confession, it feels so stupid, but I just scrolled past a news report about a famine while drinking this RIDICULOUSLY expensive coffee (it was a gift, okay?) and my first thought wasn't even about the suffering, it was like... a dull throb of *annoyance* at myself for not being more moved. Like, I *know* it's awful, truly, but I just kept scrolling. I think maybe I'm broken. Or just really, really shallow and trying to pretend I'm not. The coffee was good, though—like, embarrassingly good.