Stoney McFried
Well-Known Member
I see a lot of people on here, opening up threads to create a dialog about the meaning of life, our purpose for being here, the belief that things happen for a reason, etc. All well and good.
Here's how I feel about it, if you care, and you probably don't, but here it is anyway.
Life is just one big long shuffle to the grave. There is no real purpose for us but to be recycled into the ecosystem. All your money and things mean nothing when you're dead. You're not any more or less "special" than anyone else is on this insignificant piece of debris in this vast universe. You possess no unique affinity, empathy or insight that millions of others don't have. It is highly probable at this point in our history as humans that none of your ideas are completely original. Surely someone else at some point must have touched on what you're thinking right now.
All the shit that stresses you out means nothing in the end. Think of all the time you have wasted mowing your lawn so the neighbors don't start bitching. How hard you tried to be popular in high school. Who gives a fuck?
Anticipation is nearly always better than the reality.
In general, most people are out for themselves and don't really give a shit about you. If you are a good listener, it's likely no one will ever listen to your problems again.
Psychology was founded by a coke head who believed everybody wanted to get it on with their parental units. It has brought us shock therapy, repressed memory syndrome, Haldol. They're people just like you are, and they cannot possibly know what baseline "normal" is because they haven't studied every human mind that exists or ever has existed. They have opinions just like you, and make mistakes just like you. And they keep records of all you tell them. Medical records can be subpoenaed.
Someone is always hotter, has a bigger prick, deeper throat, or tighter pussy.
You WILL die. No matter what you do.
Soooooo....okay. Sorry for the depressing little rant. Here's a hug. And a joint.
Here's how I feel about it, if you care, and you probably don't, but here it is anyway.
Life is just one big long shuffle to the grave. There is no real purpose for us but to be recycled into the ecosystem. All your money and things mean nothing when you're dead. You're not any more or less "special" than anyone else is on this insignificant piece of debris in this vast universe. You possess no unique affinity, empathy or insight that millions of others don't have. It is highly probable at this point in our history as humans that none of your ideas are completely original. Surely someone else at some point must have touched on what you're thinking right now.
All the shit that stresses you out means nothing in the end. Think of all the time you have wasted mowing your lawn so the neighbors don't start bitching. How hard you tried to be popular in high school. Who gives a fuck?
Anticipation is nearly always better than the reality.
In general, most people are out for themselves and don't really give a shit about you. If you are a good listener, it's likely no one will ever listen to your problems again.
Psychology was founded by a coke head who believed everybody wanted to get it on with their parental units. It has brought us shock therapy, repressed memory syndrome, Haldol. They're people just like you are, and they cannot possibly know what baseline "normal" is because they haven't studied every human mind that exists or ever has existed. They have opinions just like you, and make mistakes just like you. And they keep records of all you tell them. Medical records can be subpoenaed.
Someone is always hotter, has a bigger prick, deeper throat, or tighter pussy.
You WILL die. No matter what you do.
Soooooo....okay. Sorry for the depressing little rant. Here's a hug. And a joint.
