You know, I just appear deep. But, I really could care less. Because deep down, I’m the cosmos. ENTP. Yeah, how you like those apples.
And I been getting it all wrong. I’ve been taught that it’s good to care. Everyone pays lip service to it. Because, yes, admittedly not everyone can be like me. Or Bob Dylan. Or Jim Morrison.
People like us can’t afford to care. Why? Because we have too much other shit to care about!
Like all these things you think you have to do. You don’t. And you don’t even have to feel bad about not doing them.
I just had a beautiful night’s sleep, woke up late, went to bed early. Feel guilty. But, really, I need to sleep. Stupid this programming about gotta get up and be productive because people are counting on you…well, they can count me out. Tired of this world. Ain’t worth it. And if I can think of a way to game through this world to my advantage, I will. And really, I never emphasize my own advantage, or if I do, I feel guilty.
Great, more guilt. It’s like you can do it (or not do it) but you must feel guilt about it. Which sorta destroys the whole impetus for doing or not doing. Gotta pay for it in not feeling good. And I already feel not good about so many things, just the whole boring ignoble dumb world. I gotta have some fun. I gotta make it interesting.
Sometimes it’s even interesting to feel bad. Gives life a sense of poignancy…
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