I look around me and see mindless sheep. They were put on this Earth to replicate. The end. That’s the ENTIRE point of life: to replicate. It’s totally pointless.

But they have the nerve to be self important about it. They do their zumba and yoga classes, they blast loud music, or whatever dopey clique they want to impress. But I’m the pathetic one because I don’t participate in the kill or be killed one up man ship crap because I see that as totally pathetic.

So very depressed. I have tried out all the belief systems. They were just labels to sleep at night. I actually read the material and did it. Like when I was an epicurean, I only drank water and tea because Epicurus only drank water and weak wine. But there are people who are epicureans who have house parties with soda and pizza. Oh. So they’re just normal people with a cute label who never read any of Epicurus’s books to know what he actually believed?

It’s hopeless. And that’s good news.