2025 sounds good,and I’ll be alive then.
The problem is a metaphorical carrot at the end of a psychological stick.
You just know yourself too well,and without a concrete goal to focus on,,,
You end up being tossed about by the waves.
The daily frittering and pacing.
No shortage of thought,no shortage of time thinking.
Just a shortage of catalyst and nothing to work towards.
A major malfunction.
Deeply.
You just know yourself and ultimately you don’t like yourself enough to care.
And that.
Is fucked.
Fuckin Thorn.
Mind poison.
Major malfunction
The defense of “who cares?” Works for everything.
That’s why it’s so dangerous.
Because you’re right.
And none of this matters.
Which might be intellectual paralysis.
It’s also a fuckin cop out.
And it’s uh, it’s always right there. You can grab it at any time you want.
Foul fuckin thinking.
Guilty.
I’m basically a podcast that is only advertisements. There’s no content here.
I don’t fear being alone.
I ultimately prefer it, but I’m aware that you can’t allow it to be 100%.
Feels like I’m being selfish.
By not having to deal with any of you.
Indulgent.
Like eating a sweet.
You can get emotional diabetes, maybe you can get allergic to the social 🤣🤣
I dunno
dawn 