I've never laughed as hard as I did last night. Proves I don't need antidepressants to enjoy living. Alcohol sure does help the cause though. Or perhaps the secret ingredient is 4 kings.... My best friends new roommates are the most lovely people. They are smart and funny, and have amazing taste in art. There's one problem though, and the problem is squarely my own. They are both extremely overweight, and I can't help but judge them based on this. Adjectives like 'lazy' 'uncontrolled' 'gluttonous' spring to mind, all of which I myself am, however that they are both at least 70kgs heavier than me makes me feel as if I'm the superior human being.... and that's just entirely inaccurate. I mean, the only reason I stay small is probably my horrendous mass of insecurity and resulting anorexia, whereas, while I'm sure they dislike being so large, I doubt that they hate themselves even remotely to the extent that I do. And I'm also sure that they would not judge a persons personality based upon body mass as I do. Who is the superior being there then? I need to stop being sure an elitist and start looking at people a little more thoroughly.
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