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 I think about taking up volunteer teaching sometimes. For completely selfish reasons of course: to feel better about myself. To feel the amazing sense of power and greatness when you demystify and disillusion, when you know and they don’t and when they ask and you generously give! But then I think, like all the best laid out plans that turn into big disasters I will probably end up with a bunch of asshole teenagers that have no interest in learning and drive me to suicide. Or worse, adults with their colorful array of complexes and insecurities.

That’s the end of the philanthropic dream there. 

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