Just had a very interesting conversation with my dad that made me hate this world. I wish I lived in the time where there were only tribes of say a hundred people give or take, the first point where civilisation started, where people used to trade goods for other goods not money, or where people lived the simplest of lives happy. You could have your fair share of food clothes, shelter... it started where I wondered how much money you would need to share out evenly to everyone in the world to make them happy. I mentioned this to my dad and he went on a huge rant about something or other, but when he was saying those things I wanted to cry, because this world is so so so screwwed and messed up.
Yes i had a depression moment