See, I’ve reached a point of total zen. Which is not as great as it sounds, but compared to this hot garbage, it’s pretty great.
See, my simple trick is, I looked at my life, realized nobody loves me, nobody will ever love me, and everything in life is just me perpetuating the lifestyles of landlords, and billionaire elites. My life doesn’t matter. Your life doesn’t matter. None of this matters. All we’re doing here is being a slave to the system that oppresses the masses for profit at the cost of their suffering.
So when I walk into work, they say “oh, here’s a new rule you have to follow” my response is “Yeah, I’m not doing that. You can all lick my sweaty asshole for even suggesting that.”
And then I go about my day. Doing whatever the fuck I want, because if they want to say anything about it, I remind them that nobody respects their opinion. Nobody likes them. Their time on this planet is in vein. They’ll never be happy, and all their dreams are dead.
Now most people have this mask they wear in public, where they pretend to have their shit together. Where they feel like they’re working towards a goal. Where they envision a life where they’re happy. Where their life has meaning. But I don’t have that mask, and that intimidates people.
Some people think people don’t want to hear the truth. That phrase carries this weight that if someone is telling you the truth about yourself, they’re doing so maliciously. Like the truth is an attack on you.
What most people don’t ever consider is what they feel if someone just tells the truth. Not out of anger. Not as an attack. But rather as a factual nuetral statement. That’s the kind of thing nobody realizes scares them, until they have it happen to them. Just someone coldly telling them that the entirety of Earth doesn’t matter.
So now I just walk around, doing what I want. Nobody bothers me. It’s peaceful. It’s zen. It’s also depressing.
Knowing that happyness can only come from time travel, and magic, and fantasy.
Like, can you imagine traveling back to 1992, and flying on a magic carpet, trying to seduce a 16 year old? Because that’s the plot of Alladin. We only liked that movie because Robin Williams was a treasure. Need proof? Show of hands, who saw the Alladin remake with Will Smith? No? Nobody? Ok. Who would watch a remake of Mrs Doubtfire without Robin Williams? How about Mork & Mindy without him?
These projects on paper sound like a chore to watch. He just brought a talent level that made anything work. Honestly, I wish they had made a Godzilla movie with his face and voice CGI’d only Godzillas head.
He’s just walking around, destroying the city, cracking one liners, as city planners try to stop him. See? That is a terrible idea, but god dammit, you KNOW you want to see it now. You’d go to the theater, and pay for $18 popcorn. And a $20 ticket. And a $12 cup of flat soda.
All to just watch a movie that may as well be called “Robin Williams is Robin Williams for 2 hours as a lizard”.
And ya know what? You just proved my point. You just spent like $50 for a 2 hour movie that you admitted from the begining was a flawed concept to start with. Just paying these billionaires. Like they need your money. This is what the world is. This is the world we built. It’s not going to get any better. Don’t look for improvement in your lifetime. 1000 years ago we used to carve out peoples eyeballs for believing in the wrong invisable man in the sky. And now two nations go to war.
It’s taken 1000+ years to take a half step forward from that. This is just what humans are. This is what the world is.
So you’ll excuse me if I stopped giving a fuck about filling out your little forms to move one set of numbers from one column, to another column, which ultimately has no effect on anything, and nobody will ever check or care.
See, I’ve reached a point of total zen. Which is not as great as it sounds, but compared to this hot garbage, it’s pretty great.
See, my simple trick is, I looked at my life, realized nobody loves me, nobody will ever love me, and everything in life is just me perpetuating the lifestyles of landlords, and billionaire elites. My life doesn’t matter. Your life doesn’t matter. None of this matters. All we’re doing here is being a slave to the system that oppresses the masses for profit at the cost of their suffering.
So when I walk into work, they say “oh, here’s a new rule you have to follow” my response is “Yeah, I’m not doing that. You can all lick my sweaty asshole for even suggesting that.”
And then I go about my day. Doing whatever the fuck I want, because if they want to say anything about it, I remind them that nobody respects their opinion. Nobody likes them. Their time on this planet is in vein. They’ll never be happy, and all their dreams are dead.
Now most people have this mask they wear in public, where they pretend to have their shit together. Where they feel like they’re working towards a goal. Where they envision a life where they’re happy. Where their life has meaning. But I don’t have that mask, and that intimidates people.
Some people think people don’t want to hear the truth. That phrase carries this weight that if someone is telling you the truth about yourself, they’re doing so maliciously. Like the truth is an attack on you.
What most people don’t ever consider is what they feel if someone just tells the truth. Not out of anger. Not as an attack. But rather as a factual nuetral statement. That’s the kind of thing nobody realizes scares them, until they have it happen to them. Just someone coldly telling them that the entirety of Earth doesn’t matter.
So now I just walk around, doing what I want. Nobody bothers me. It’s peaceful. It’s zen. It’s also depressing.
Knowing that happyness can only come from time travel, and magic, and fantasy.
Like, can you imagine traveling back to 1992, and flying on a magic carpet, trying to seduce a 16 year old? Because that’s the plot of Alladin. We only liked that movie because Robin Williams was a treasure. Need proof? Show of hands, who saw the Alladin remake with Will Smith? No? Nobody? Ok. Who would watch a remake of Mrs Doubtfire without Robin Williams? How about Mork & Mindy without him?
These projects on paper sound like a chore to watch. He just brought a talent level that made anything work. Honestly, I wish they had made a Godzilla movie with his face and voice CGI’d only Godzillas head.
He’s just walking around, destroying the city, cracking one liners, as city planners try to stop him. See? That is a terrible idea, but god dammit, you KNOW you want to see it now. You’d go to the theater, and pay for $18 popcorn. And a $20 ticket. And a $12 cup of flat soda.
All to just watch a movie that may as well be called “Robin Williams is Robin Williams for 2 hours as a lizard”.
And ya know what? You just proved my point. You just spent like $50 for a 2 hour movie that you admitted from the begining was a flawed concept to start with. Just paying these billionaires. Like they need your money. This is what the world is. This is the world we built. It’s not going to get any better. Don’t look for improvement in your lifetime. 1000 years ago we used to carve out peoples eyeballs for believing in the wrong invisable man in the sky. And now two nations go to war.
It’s taken 1000+ years to take a half step forward from that. This is just what humans are. This is what the world is.
So you’ll excuse me if I stopped giving a fuck about filling out your little forms to move one set of numbers from one column, to another column, which ultimately has no effect on anything, and nobody will ever check or care.
I just remind myself that “nothing matters and it’s all made up”
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