There is no point to life other than to live a repetative cycle until you die.
Just maintain your body until you slowly wither away. Slowly becoming more and more pathetic. Older and older.
Being a human is painfully pathetic and pointless.
Sophistry doesn’t work on me fyi.
Reproduction truly is the worst thing a human could ever do. You force someone onto this world to live the same pointless cycle.
To live in a world that rewards you based on genes and resources, not will power. A primitive world with no purpose. A world that predetermines your success based on 99% luck. Honestly it is basically 100% luck because the amount of “effort” a person invests is something based on personality and our personality is based on how our brains are wired which in turn = luck.
Too bad my monkey parents lacked sense. Almost 23 but so what? I have been the same ever since I was 12. Age has nothing to do with maturity. Honestly I am basically 100 in my head. “Young” is not an accurate way of describing me. I honestly feel I age similarly to a dog. I am just waiting on the perfect weather before I kill myself. I want it to rain hard because only then will this feel right. I broke a bit over 5.5 years ago and ever since then my life has been a never ending hell. Always numb. I think I suffered some brain damage. I am pretty sure that at a minimal, my hippocampus shrunk. I am fucked in the head after what happened to me.
What happened to me? Not important. Not something I feel like discussing in this post.
Everything is meaningless. I am desensitized. I have 0 empathy for humans or any other animal now. All life is pointless. The individual gives it meaning but factually speaking, life has no actual purpose.
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well said.
Agreed.
Reproduction scares me. They all get some little joy out of child birth. Which is creepy as all hell to me. I was thinking about this the other day when the Blair fucking witch was chasing me down the road. Ok, I get perverts think they’re cool when they get some tang but shit, EVERYTHING DIES. I was staring death in the face. This fucking Blair witch was chasing me. This black entity. I get home after running 3 miles in 15 minutes and I check my shit I got some nasty pus coming out of my lady parts. Like pus, really? This fucking Blair witch trying to kill me and then my vagina turns into a morgue. Made me think how sexy 500 year old dead vagina is. Nobody wants to fucking die. Every fucking body fears death and being killed. Every fucking body ruminates on what their death will be like. I was staring it in the face. Great, you create something that’s just going to die in whithering pain. I mean I’d rather have never been born than have to be murdered by the Blair fucking witch or suffer a terrible fucking life.