I don’t even care about looking good. What’s the point? I don’t give a fuck about impressing anyone. I don’t even care to be happy. For some reason the sheer irony disgusts me. We all know everything is pointless, so why avoid sadness and melancholy? Why strive for any certain emotion if they are all equally trivial? It is my view that all people are manifestations of society, especially HUMAN society (meaning the collectivism of what humans are and have done). The delusion of human society is that every single human who has ever lived is taught to distract him/herself from his/her impending decent into nothingness by engaging in meaningless, menial activities. Everything anyone has ever done is meaningless and if you can’t see that you are blind. Name one thing you consider poignant and purposeful and I’ll find a way to negate it’s meaning. This happiness bullshit is just that, BULLSHIT. You’re going to die and your life is not any more valuable or meaningful because you were happy. Individuality doesn’t matter either. Nothing lasts, there is no good or bad because the universe has no will, and everything that has ever been and will be is just a meaningless event woven into the fabric of space and time. If you have any scientific proof to suggest otherwise, I’d be glad to hear it. By the way I’m almost 19 years old and have felt this way since I was 7 or 8. Medication doesn’t make me “happy” or motivated.
Posted: May 22nd 2012