My duty

Wrote this post about responsibility of doing stuff.
My compulsion.
And the Spider-sense of have to buy stuff from poor salesmen and endorse the dodgy restaurants is quite loud as I stroll the streets here.
I feel like it’s up to me, my obligation towards humanity to provide them with their daily bread and butter.
Of course I never actually do anything about this, but that’s beside the point.
It’s annoying.
I feel like a savior and knowing I’m not is quite dreadful. Walking with both guilty conscience and shame is not a nice combo.