The anxiety might set in, as the nausea will soon make an appearance. One may ask themselves; is it worth it? No; it rarely ever is. One may also ask themselves; how did I get here? You unknowingly brought yourself here, or life quietly brought you to this arrangement, as there is usually a purpose and means for the unexplainable. Nevertheless, you are now here. The only way to heal this wound is to kill every last one of those mother fuckers. Not literally, but in the metaphorical sense (eye wink).
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Humanities Downfall
I referred to them as those unidentifiable cravings. You know; those specific desires one may have to go out into the world, and simply live within it. How does one go out into the world to live within it, when there no longer seems to be any type of emotional connection to it whatsoever? The disdain for the external is becoming more and more difficult to live with. It is as though I am watching the humans larping through their daily lives. Authenticity seems to have perished, along with any type of morals and ethics, which the majority of humans possessed at one time during their evolution. Yeah, you’re right; the humans never did have much to do with morals and ethics. Yes; it does seem as though humanity is simply a slideshow of narcissistic buffooneries; maintaining some type of equilibrium through finding importance with everything in life, which really does not have any type of importance associated to it. Do you think this is the new humanity; the final evolution of the human race? Yeah, but, how did we go from Aristotle to social media influencers? Yeah, you’re right; larping was humanities downfall.
G.G. Kalfas 