About About dreads.

I made this blog just to write some stuff that I feel like writing.. You know, some times you just want to talk to someone about something, but that someone isn't there? Now I got my blog to talk to, feels nice.
My best friend is still in Australia, which might be why that someone isn't here for me right now.

After I wrote "About dreads." I got a bit of a bad concience... There's all these people writing about the wars going on in the world, about injustice, about the poor and the people without food for the day, and I write about how annoyed I am with people asking the same questions about my dreads.

Shouldn't I write about that poor danish homeless guy without teeth who sells the homeless' magazine by the shopping mall in the middle of Göteborg? Shouldn't I write about all the horrible stuff I read about Kenya?

But then I realised, no. What difference does it make? Who would care about what I wrote about a homeless guy, or a war? Would it make the world any better? Would that homeless guy, or the people in the war care about what I wrote?

No. I'm not in a position to make a difference, an 18-year old guy writing about that wouldn't change the world. It doesn't matter who writes.

Noone can change the world.