You’re having a rough day. Seems like everybody wants a piece of you and they aren’t kind about it. So you put on some ear protection, grab your leaf blower and step outside. Nobody bothers you out there. The leaf blower yells nonstop the way you wish you could and even though you aren’t doing the yelling, there is still something cathartic about the noise. It creates a bubble where you are left alone. As the minutes pass and the debris collects into neat little piles, you can slowly regain your calm. The urge to explode, unleashing your anger and frustration, in an irreparable way ebbs and you feel like you can hold your shit together for a little while longer.
Or they are in a feud with their neighbors and are trying to piss them off.
Huh…apperently I have natural leaf blower bubble going on.
See, the trick is, other people try to push me around, and try to tske their anger out on me, and I look them dead in their eyes, with my cold dead inside eyes, and I say…
“You could die tomorrow and I wouldn’t even notice that you left”.
See, the trick to life is to not cause hassle for others, but otherwise not give a shit about anyone or anything. To truely become at peace with the idea that none of this matters. Your life, others lives, the elections, the results of things, none of it matters. People don’t matter. Media doesn’t matter. Life doesn’t matter. And once people realize that you are an unfeeling, uncaring, enempathetic to anything miserable piece of shit who wouldn’t feel a thing if an atomic bomb went off, they generally tend to leave you alone. Because you don’t want to piss off the guy who doesn’t feel anything, with nothing left to lose, and nothing to gain. I am the Milton of my universe, and one wrong move could cause me to burn this tinderbox to the ground. Then walk away without remorse.
There’s a “black hole”, humanity’s beyond the event horizon, and barely anyone even acknowledges the existence of any of it.
But, no matter how hard one tries to sink into the void they cannot deny the human paradigm. Complex communication of the hypothetical us all that defines our species from the other animals. A human’s meaning-of-life is, at the root, the same as everyone else’s.
Above:
Ecclesiastes by King Solomon
“All we need to do is make sure we keep talking” by Stephen Hawking, British Telecom advertisement (1993)
Continuing:
Revolutionary Suicide by Huey P. Newton
Interstellar directed by Christopher Nolan
If any of this resonates with you then I’d be happy to have a conversation. This account should be active until March-ish.
You’re having a rough day. Seems like everybody wants a piece of you and they aren’t kind about it. So you put on some ear protection, grab your leaf blower and step outside. Nobody bothers you out there. The leaf blower yells nonstop the way you wish you could and even though you aren’t doing the yelling, there is still something cathartic about the noise. It creates a bubble where you are left alone. As the minutes pass and the debris collects into neat little piles, you can slowly regain your calm. The urge to explode, unleashing your anger and frustration, in an irreparable way ebbs and you feel like you can hold your shit together for a little while longer.
Or they are in a feud with their neighbors and are trying to piss them off.
I though for sure this would end in the hell in a cell copy pasta.
Or jumper cables.
Haven’t seen that one before.
They’re for connecting to a car battery and a dead car battery to jump start the dead one. Pretty common really.
But that’s not important right now
I walked right into that.
That one’s not really pasta, it’s rogersimon10:
https://cheezburger.com/7801861/19-times-the-dark-humored-jumper-cables-guy-trolled-reddit
It is home made pasta.
Huh…apperently I have natural leaf blower bubble going on.
See, the trick is, other people try to push me around, and try to tske their anger out on me, and I look them dead in their eyes, with my cold dead inside eyes, and I say…
“You could die tomorrow and I wouldn’t even notice that you left”.
See, the trick to life is to not cause hassle for others, but otherwise not give a shit about anyone or anything. To truely become at peace with the idea that none of this matters. Your life, others lives, the elections, the results of things, none of it matters. People don’t matter. Media doesn’t matter. Life doesn’t matter. And once people realize that you are an unfeeling, uncaring, enempathetic to anything miserable piece of shit who wouldn’t feel a thing if an atomic bomb went off, they generally tend to leave you alone. Because you don’t want to piss off the guy who doesn’t feel anything, with nothing left to lose, and nothing to gain. I am the Milton of my universe, and one wrong move could cause me to burn this tinderbox to the ground. Then walk away without remorse.
Username checks out.
There’s a “black hole”, humanity’s beyond the event horizon, and barely anyone even acknowledges the existence of any of it.
But, no matter how hard one tries to sink into the void they cannot deny the human paradigm. Complex communication of the hypothetical us all that defines our species from the other animals. A human’s meaning-of-life is, at the root, the same as everyone else’s.
Above:
Ecclesiastes by King Solomon
“All we need to do is make sure we keep talking” by Stephen Hawking, British Telecom advertisement (1993)
Continuing:
Revolutionary Suicide by Huey P. Newton
Interstellar directed by Christopher Nolan
If any of this resonates with you then I’d be happy to have a conversation. This account should be active until March-ish.
What will happen in March?
Help is available. I mean it and I will help you find more help. You don’t deserve to suffer in the way you’ve described.
Sounds like they suffer less than a lot of people. At least they found their center.
What leaf blower allows for neat little piles?