How the fuck did you get here? you must really have no life, and I don't really know why the hell you would be truly interested in this god-damned shit that I decided to spout out here, here in this little hidden domain...
while we all sit around reading little idiosyncratic characters that make sense to our minds, but no others....if another, say a Japanese 7-year-old, looked upon these "letters" she wouldn't understand them, just like the "average" piece of trash "american" person would look on Japanese letters and learn nothing....
why would so many people decide to waste time absorbing information in such tiny amounts, when the only truly effective way of learning anything is to teach it? And even that is imperfect, but no one really cares, we all absorb just enough information for just long enough to pass our exams and escape, maybe to a decent job, one that we can mildly enjoy participating in...
And why should I really care about the people I meet? Not like I know...I care for so many of my friends, I care, I care, I care...it seems to get meaningless to me after a point, and if you read this...like I said, I care, but I still don't....
If I had the money, energy, patience, and of course, the time, I could get a lot of things done, not like I would ever care to, though...it's all a bunch of crap...sometimes Socialism seems like it would be fun, but then no one would work...so it doesn't really matter, now does it? Not like you would care to think about that...no one really should, and I know that I sure as fucking hell don't give a shit about any of it anymore...
Anyone could go on imagining how she would like to have things turn out, how he would like things to be, how everything that doesn't go the way she wants it to sucks, and all the while, he misses everything good that does go by, because it's not what he wants. People spend so much time looking for just one thing, they miss all the other good things. life should not be lived goal-oriented.
And any onlooker would think it's fucking horrible how I think about all the people I meet...And then there's the fact of how beautiful I find all women...And that I consider so many people to be my friends....And that people like me scare me sometimes...And that I sometimes wish I could make it all go away, that it would be better if I had never had a computer, if I could go through my life being stupid, and numb, and blind...how much simpler life would be...And how much I don't want that...But if that were me, then I wouldn't know the difference.
and how I can step back in my mind and view it all as being so worthless, because I know I'm going to die, so why don't I just give up?
Who really gives a fuck?
I SAID, "FUCK OFF!"
