When I get annoyed by happenings at work or am stuck in traffic, I think of the videos I’ve watched of soldiers being relentlessly hunted down by drones on the battlefield in Ukraine. Then I realize how fucking awesome and amazing my life in fact is.

That terrible war has some of the worst things I’ve ever seen in my life. No, it hasn’t traumatized or scarred me. That does not happen to me easily. A rural North Florida misfit upbringing will do that for you.

But it does makes me thankful for what I have, and that I’m not dying in some Ukrainian farmer’s field because I wanted to steal washing machines and rape Ukrainian women.