You know, the problem with you types is that rather than propose solutions that fit other people’s lifestyles, you just demand that other people conform their lifestyles to whatever your smug, unrealistic whackdoodle expectations are. You’re never going to get anywhere doing that; all you’re going to do is garner a whole bunch of pushback.

Stay mad. While you’re whining about whatever, I’m going to be out living and enjoying my life, building memories, doing stuff like this.

And this.

And this.

Oh, and this.

And sometimes this.

And definitely some of this.

And for the record, if there ever develops a clean and green electric motorbike that meets my needs – I’m there. Sign me up. Swipe my credit card right now.

You, though. You can stay huddled in your rented apartment that you don’t own, no mobility, no freedom, never leave the confines of your city, and just sit there and bitch about how miserable and awful everything is. I don’t care. The train and the bus don’t go where I go, and I’d doubt they ever will.