indiossycrancies

I find myself thinking about the indiossycrancies of life. You know, health, money, home, pets, kids, pets that are kids, the different types of relationships that we have throught time. I don't wonder when we became obsessed with a shiny coin or a piece of paper more than with emphasing with someone else. It's easy to historically pinpoint those moments. But it does bug me that we need a third party, some type of help, like religion or psychiatrists - the leeches of minds - to help us remember that we're not all on  the same boat. We all have our shit to deal with and we find different ways to cope with it and to move on. We do it at different paces. But we expect others to do the same. Even if it hurts them. Even it kills them. Because otherwise they ruin our lives and mess with our pace. I wonder why the homo sapiens would rather go extinct than to evolve.