Why are you pretending to try?

Is life REALLY worth it for most of you? You don't have to be some nihilistic anti- natalist depressed suicidal maniac to question the rationality of being alive. The Buddhists have been doing this for hundreds of years. Life is suffering. And if you aren't suffering in some objective manner, your subjectivity is gonna make damn sure you suffer anyway.

Let's examine what most people are like. Most of you live for the weekend. So you already acknowledge that 5/7 days for you suck. What you doing on the weekend? You getting blasted. You're drunk or high the whole time. All because you can't stand reality.

"Hang on!" You say. "I don't get drunk or do drugs, I just stay at home parked on the couch watching Netflix."

Correct, and you don't see how that's the same? Most of life is spent in maintaince mode. Eating, drinking, sleeping, working, watching the kids, grocery shopping, etc.

You really gonna miss all that? 

Hell, most of y'all got sanity problems. You're anxious, depressed, hungry, sad, disappointed. You really gonna miss that?

I guess some of y'all got religion. But now you just playing. God don't give a shit about you. Mosquitoes have killed billions of humans since we first started fucking. God never questioned killing all those people. Why? He knows most of y'all ain't shit.

None of you can solve any our problems either. You stop one, and wack a mole another pops up. How many fucking times do you need to volunteer at the soup kitchen before we fix hunger? How many dollar bills do I need to give to the homeless guy standing out front of the 7-11 before he has a house? What's he going to do in that house other than buy crack and corrupt his girlfriend into hooking for more. 

YOU may not get it, but the latest generation has. It's become a cliché to talk about how Gen Z wants to off themselves.  But they figured it out. They know life is meaningless. That's not a meme. Gen Z rejects the society you built for them. And just like them deep down you all know that Western Culture has become rotten. Jobs don't matter anymore. I don't care about your career. You work for the man. All you do is spread Capitalism and the Patriarchy.

Having more kids won't save you either. All they do is jack up your carbon footprint. All you did was make a mini you that you can pass down your failures to. ' But this time they'll get things right.' - - No they won't. Your kids are as worthless and stupid as you are. 

These kids are so weak (the average 20 year old boy has the testosterone level of a 60 year old geezer 20 years ago) that they bristle at being asked to do the minimum. They actually think that you deserve stuff just because they were born. They think that hard work is a crime and only something an oppressor would empose upon them. They whine, "I want a job that can express my inner feelings and won't dehumanize me!" Bitch that ain't a job. A job is putting stuff in boxes and selling it on eBay. {link in bio}

Your philosophy is all bullshit. So is your woke politically correct politics. And Reason is like a snake eating it's own tail. If you start looking at life rationally, you will quickly be like the guy who wrote a 2,000 page suicide note. You'll discover how rationality quickly flows into instrumental reason. The very mechanism of investigation becomes the instrument of destroying the sacred. Profanity is everywhere. We are left empty husks unable to ground our behavior in nature. We cannot identify with the living. We carry the manuscripts of our demise in a well ironed white suit. It clashes so brilliantly red after the explosion of metal rips the shards of our skull outward.

That's the real drag. Our lifeless bodies. Rigid with rigor mortis. The awful smell of death. The worst thing about being alive is picturing your death. The squeamish church goer that finds you on the lawn. Screaming up at heaven like God hasn't already abandoned you to the roaring pits of hell.

How long is inertia good for? Your mother's birth canal shot your forward, but not towards life, but as a rejection of life. It vomits you out to the void. To nothingness. You are a cannon ball of death and screams. The psychic pain, the stomach issues, the metabolism of decay. The laws of physics betray you. Entropy must increase.

What you need to do to forget all this is to drink 2 bottles of whiskey a day. To slam that h in your vein attempt to outsmart yourself. But you are too stupid for the task. It doesn't matter if you reject me. It doesn't matter if you reject this philosophy. I'll be seeing you. You're cold dead eyes will lock with mine and we will stare lifelessly into the abyss and we will see how long it takes us to become the monster.