I Can't Find Anyone Who Thinks Like Me
232.
I think about death.
I think about life.
I see the way people's lives just speed ahead, with no clear direction, no destination.
Everyone's in a race to succeed.
But nobody's asking the important questions.
Nobody's thinking.
Nobody's asking why.
Money is the motivation.
Sex is the aim.
From the moment you step into school, you're taught a lot of things. Just to make you some money.
Does it help? Most of the education in schools is general knowledge. It's good to know stuff. Won't necessarily take you places.
They never teach you the important things about life in school.
Oh no! That's the stuff you can find out on your own. Take a book. And read.
Read the right books.
Talk to the right people.
Those are the things that you bump into, if you're lucky.
I remember some guy here asking questions about Calculus.
What good is Calculus outside it's specific implementations?
Does Calculus explain why you were born in this world?
Can Calculus explain why you're suffering?
Are there any equations of life that explain how much pain and agony lies ahead for you?
Has anyone ever asked, "Why am I suffering?"
"Why am I in this world?"
"What the fuck am I doing here?"
"What is the aim of life?"
No.
Nobody's inquisitive about those things.
That's boring.
Boo! 👀
Boooooring! Boooooring! Boooooring!
"Who wants to be my dom?"
That's the important question in some degenerate's mind.
"Where can I get sex? What can I do to attract attention? How can I draw more people towards me? I'm going to pretend to be a nice person! How can I look better than this asshole RG who posts stupid things and still manages to remain relevant?"
A quick and instant death is the luckiest thing anyone can get.
Have you thought about that?
"How am I going to die?"
"How do I want to die?"
"How I wish I could die?"
Nobody wants to die.
Everyone wants to stay alive, right in this prison shithole planet.
People would rather suffer for months and years on end, than die.
If I designed a prison planet, this is exactly how I would do it.
It's fucking perfect.
This world is a work of marvel.
A genius design by the most intelligent being.
There's a lot of men and women who like to think they're tough.
There's an entire movement centered around empowering certain people.
What kind of power do you have in this world?
Has anyone stopped to think about it?
How much power, how much control do you really have?
You can't even control your own life! You can't even choose to be happy. You can't avoid old age. You can't avoid diseases.
Then what sort of fucking power do you have?
The power to control other people?
Ha!
"Oh I can control my own life. I can choose to be happy."
Bullshit!
You can't even choose your own parents.
You can't choose your looks! Your appearance!
What's the most important thing for people? It's their looks! They want to be appear beautiful. They want to be drop-dead gorgeous.
Forget the drop-dead part. They just want to be gorgeous.
That's why women spend so much time looking for the right beauty products, watching a bunch of stupid ads and reading the small details. They get makeup advice from others. Everyone wants to look good.
But are they?
When they look in the mirror, are they happy and blissful with what they see?
Is anyone really content about their appearance? Forget the women. Is anyone really?
Have you never seen a flaw in your face?
I have. And if there's anyone who says they're content and completely happy with how they look, all the time, they're the biggest liars of all time!
Somebody get these folks a goddamn trophy.
Happiness isn't in your control.
It's decided for you.
You're like a puppet who feels sad one second and happy the next.
This planet was designed to control every second of your life here. You have control over nothing! Nothing!
For a lot of degenerates, sex is the ultimate happiness.
Look around you. Look at all the sex people are getting.
Are they happy?
No. They're sad. They're depressed. Even suicidal.
Fucking pathetic.
Old age is terrible.
Ever woke up one morning in a shitty mood, your body aching?
Well we forget about it once we feel better don't we?
But what we don't realize is that at some point, that's how we'll be feeling, all day, everyday.
I call it the preview of Mother Nature.
Mother Nature is my mommy.
We are related.
👀
Here's how Mother Nature works: she gives you small previews of suffering every now and then throughout your life.
I've talked about how death is painful before.
If you live long enough to grow old and ripe, you're going to see a lot of shit. Most of it your own, in your pants.
I think of it as a sign of what lies ahead.
I remember back when I was taking needles in my butt everyday.
Terrible times.
A few of you may recall. Some didn't care. Most don't give a fuck.
Well, here's an analogy.
Each stabbie my little cutiepie baby buttie was given 👀 would hurt for a few days afterwards.
🥺
Awww. Mwah mwah for my sexy buttie! 👀 Leave some kisses below!
Ahem!
The final moment, death will feel like a billion of these stabbies on every pore of your skin, and your insides!
Oh it's going to hurt. It's going to hurt real bad.
Add to the that the mental anguish and the fear and the smell of your own piss and shit, as well as the stinky breaths and farts of your loved ones huddling around your bedside.
Terrible.
Yeah, my jokes are terrible. But death is worse.
[media=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUsYgnnsGk8]
I think about death.
I think about life.
I see the way people's lives just speed ahead, with no clear direction, no destination.
Everyone's in a race to succeed.
But nobody's asking the important questions.
Nobody's thinking.
Nobody's asking why.
Money is the motivation.
Sex is the aim.
From the moment you step into school, you're taught a lot of things. Just to make you some money.
Does it help? Most of the education in schools is general knowledge. It's good to know stuff. Won't necessarily take you places.
They never teach you the important things about life in school.
Oh no! That's the stuff you can find out on your own. Take a book. And read.
Read the right books.
Talk to the right people.
Those are the things that you bump into, if you're lucky.
I remember some guy here asking questions about Calculus.
What good is Calculus outside it's specific implementations?
Does Calculus explain why you were born in this world?
Can Calculus explain why you're suffering?
Are there any equations of life that explain how much pain and agony lies ahead for you?
Has anyone ever asked, "Why am I suffering?"
"Why am I in this world?"
"What the fuck am I doing here?"
"What is the aim of life?"
No.
Nobody's inquisitive about those things.
That's boring.
Boo! 👀
Boooooring! Boooooring! Boooooring!
"Who wants to be my dom?"
That's the important question in some degenerate's mind.
"Where can I get sex? What can I do to attract attention? How can I draw more people towards me? I'm going to pretend to be a nice person! How can I look better than this asshole RG who posts stupid things and still manages to remain relevant?"
A quick and instant death is the luckiest thing anyone can get.
Have you thought about that?
"How am I going to die?"
"How do I want to die?"
"How I wish I could die?"
Nobody wants to die.
Everyone wants to stay alive, right in this prison shithole planet.
People would rather suffer for months and years on end, than die.
If I designed a prison planet, this is exactly how I would do it.
It's fucking perfect.
This world is a work of marvel.
A genius design by the most intelligent being.
There's a lot of men and women who like to think they're tough.
There's an entire movement centered around empowering certain people.
What kind of power do you have in this world?
Has anyone stopped to think about it?
How much power, how much control do you really have?
You can't even control your own life! You can't even choose to be happy. You can't avoid old age. You can't avoid diseases.
Then what sort of fucking power do you have?
The power to control other people?
Ha!
"Oh I can control my own life. I can choose to be happy."
Bullshit!
You can't even choose your own parents.
You can't choose your looks! Your appearance!
What's the most important thing for people? It's their looks! They want to be appear beautiful. They want to be drop-dead gorgeous.
Forget the drop-dead part. They just want to be gorgeous.
That's why women spend so much time looking for the right beauty products, watching a bunch of stupid ads and reading the small details. They get makeup advice from others. Everyone wants to look good.
But are they?
When they look in the mirror, are they happy and blissful with what they see?
Is anyone really content about their appearance? Forget the women. Is anyone really?
Have you never seen a flaw in your face?
I have. And if there's anyone who says they're content and completely happy with how they look, all the time, they're the biggest liars of all time!
Somebody get these folks a goddamn trophy.
Happiness isn't in your control.
It's decided for you.
You're like a puppet who feels sad one second and happy the next.
This planet was designed to control every second of your life here. You have control over nothing! Nothing!
For a lot of degenerates, sex is the ultimate happiness.
Look around you. Look at all the sex people are getting.
Are they happy?
No. They're sad. They're depressed. Even suicidal.
Fucking pathetic.
Old age is terrible.
Ever woke up one morning in a shitty mood, your body aching?
Well we forget about it once we feel better don't we?
But what we don't realize is that at some point, that's how we'll be feeling, all day, everyday.
I call it the preview of Mother Nature.
Mother Nature is my mommy.
We are related.
👀
Here's how Mother Nature works: she gives you small previews of suffering every now and then throughout your life.
I've talked about how death is painful before.
If you live long enough to grow old and ripe, you're going to see a lot of shit. Most of it your own, in your pants.
I think of it as a sign of what lies ahead.
I remember back when I was taking needles in my butt everyday.
Terrible times.
A few of you may recall. Some didn't care. Most don't give a fuck.
Well, here's an analogy.
Each stabbie my little cutiepie baby buttie was given 👀 would hurt for a few days afterwards.
🥺
Awww. Mwah mwah for my sexy buttie! 👀 Leave some kisses below!
Ahem!
The final moment, death will feel like a billion of these stabbies on every pore of your skin, and your insides!
Oh it's going to hurt. It's going to hurt real bad.
Add to the that the mental anguish and the fear and the smell of your own piss and shit, as well as the stinky breaths and farts of your loved ones huddling around your bedside.
Terrible.
Yeah, my jokes are terrible. But death is worse.
[media=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUsYgnnsGk8]
