I'm thinking about hypocrisy again.
I'm thinking about my Nutella and my acne medication and my organic vegetables and my local farmer's milk products and my salon grade conditioner and my falling-apart Chucks and my events tee shirts and my free indie music and my abortion activism and consumerism and soft power and international representation . . .
I feel tremendous personal responsibility.
I want to live simply. I want my own little square of urban life and I want my relationships and I want some good food once in a while and I want to eventually wean myself from the hollow entertainment of television. I want to keep my head down and love God and love people.
But how can I? There seems to be a trace of selfishness in the simple life.