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First of all, I pat myself on the back for writing now even when I am feeling like it because if I keep on pushing it to the " I'll do it later" list any longer this will die out and I don't want it to, I kind of like this but at the same time with every word I type I feel like I am stripping away my clothes in front of the world, at the same time this gives me a place to lay down what happens in my head [ kind of filtered ]for "all" to see so it's complicated it is something. Some would say it's just as wasteful as seeing a movie or gaming as in the eyes of some doing what you are passionate about is a "waste of time", the only thing one should do with time is to put it into good use by doing something boring, monotonous, dull so that you can get your paycheck or puke out what you have mugged up on a piece of paper which in theory will ensure you a job to waste your life over. This is sadly the life of a "brilliant" individual in the 21st century, it's a shame to see it come to this all we can do is sit back and watch as the world burns.

Did you know the most toxic substance is optimism? It is what keeps us moving literally, when we fix an appointment to meet a friend you are being stupendously optimistic out of the many many possibilities I'll tell you a few to enlighten you about the gamble you are hoping to pull off. One is that the person who you will be meeting will be alive, the second one is you being alive to meet him, the third one is you waking up to find out you were a puppy dreaming and everything was just a dream and you are on the streets fighting to stay alive. There are infinite possibilities for all we know you may not even wake up after we go to sleep, this is why I am scared and excited [ mostly scared ] about "living" nothing can be predicted when you left home this morning it may be the last time you saw a loved one when one transcends they don't give you a heads up nobody will be like on the 23rd of November at 17: 43 I will be kicking the bucket those who wish to talk to me or settle their dues you know when I die. Wouldn't it be great if we knew when we died we would have done everything differently, I wonder if anything will be remotely the same as it is now, who would work in a factory to produce goods, who will fight pointless wars, pretty sure there won't be cars, capitalism, war, money, it will be just peace. We can have this if everyone thought this way who would listen to me I am just a poor blogger, need that toxic optimism now because without it every human would have killed themselves the day had the ability to and mother nature would be happy that these parasites have eradicated themselves.

I am just typing away no connection nothing, I do apologize for the jagged and rough edges which is wayyy rougher than usual, you can thank the eternal capitalist rat race for that I am slowly going insane I guess losing my mind literally sadly.