JoeForrester1975
kiwifarms.net
While observing a very drunk woman acting erratically on New Years Eve, bullying me by stealing my Subway sandwich and simulating oral sex on me (which i found really uncomfortable if you can believe it)
I came to a realization...
I think what really holds me back from feeling truly happy is ultimately my attachment to ideas, ideologies, mindsets, and people which are harmful or serve absolutely no positive purpose in my life. I don't mean in an Ayn Rand hedonism seeker kinda way... in the sense of "i don't have to do this shit that i hate doing right now." I'm a autonomous rational decision maker GODDAMMIT.
At the end of the day, the Universe continues to Universe. Nothing really exists or matters outside of me. Capitalism is absurd, and we've just accepted it as is. Because it feels right, what the fuck?
I'm just going to do whatever the fuck i like and not feel bad about it. Go into a random store and pretend to work there. Casually walk backstage into arenas and nightclubs. Wear bell-bottom jeans and a Hawaiian shirt, grow out my mustache & not give one single iota of a fuck. Crash a house party (i did this before tbh) Deface an advertisement. Do cocaine in front of people in public... in broad daylight, I'm a full on druggo at this point anyway. I mean, you're a druggo when you take out a baggie from your pocket and not realize it's yours or you're disappointed by the fact that you didn't die after a night of partying.
The president says shithole and we all lose our collective rationality.
I came to a realization...
I think what really holds me back from feeling truly happy is ultimately my attachment to ideas, ideologies, mindsets, and people which are harmful or serve absolutely no positive purpose in my life. I don't mean in an Ayn Rand hedonism seeker kinda way... in the sense of "i don't have to do this shit that i hate doing right now." I'm a autonomous rational decision maker GODDAMMIT.
At the end of the day, the Universe continues to Universe. Nothing really exists or matters outside of me. Capitalism is absurd, and we've just accepted it as is. Because it feels right, what the fuck?
I'm just going to do whatever the fuck i like and not feel bad about it. Go into a random store and pretend to work there. Casually walk backstage into arenas and nightclubs. Wear bell-bottom jeans and a Hawaiian shirt, grow out my mustache & not give one single iota of a fuck. Crash a house party (i did this before tbh) Deface an advertisement. Do cocaine in front of people in public... in broad daylight, I'm a full on druggo at this point anyway. I mean, you're a druggo when you take out a baggie from your pocket and not realize it's yours or you're disappointed by the fact that you didn't die after a night of partying.
The president says shithole and we all lose our collective rationality.
