Listen, some of you guys are just gonna have to accept that your impact on the universe is minimal. There are dudes out there born to make a mark and cement themselves in history, but the majority will sadly only leave scuffs in their wake. Rubbery post-images of where your high-school sneaker once was, before you did that sweet drop'n'turn by the ballhoop and scored an easy three pointer for the team. Little else. Nothing wrong with that, innately, but. Like. Dude. You can't waltz your happy ass out here and pretend to be the main character. You're barely an NPC.
mr moody over here prob got rejected by a girl
Sharp swords and sharper words are dulled against the thick skulls of average reductionists. I think we both know there's exterior factors at play that prevent that specific instance from happening, but I have a feeling that speaking to you any longer than necessary would be the equivalent of thanking Google for helping you with your seventh grade math homework. Obsolete.
Cosmically correct, and yet worrisome in projection. What an interesting combination.
Everyone hates a guy who speaks the truth. This is nothing new. Take it back to the Biblical era.
Are you interpreting my agreement as hatred? That's remarkably preemptive and defensive.
I'm interpreting us as peers in a sea of small fry who nibble the dead skin off my feet when I stop looking. I think our understanding of this concept makes us both feel neither hatred nor elation, but a secret third thing.
Thank you, Dirk. Where my ego was beginning to inflate, you've kindly brought it back to where it belongs: middling within an oroborous, continuous by cannibalizing the other's wisdom and feet.