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Look, man, you’re completely out of it—everyone else is just living their lives, and frankly, they couldn't care less about what you're going through. You haven't actually hurt any of them; the only people getting caught in the crossfire are the ones who truly love you. This intense hatred you're carrying? It’s only damaging you and—I'll say it again—the people who care about you. To the rest of the world, you’re nothing more than a tiny footnote in a news headline over coffee, assuming you even make the news if things go south.

I actually agree with most of what you're saying here. >People today are honestly completely screwed, just wearing fake smiles while chasing nothing but their own interests. But look, man, who are you actually hurting with all this? Aside from endlessly wounding the people around you who actually give a damn—and let's be real, that’s mostly your family—you're basically just destroying yourself and acting like it’s some grand, heroic crusade. Get real. Bring yourself and those ridiculous expectations back down to earth.

Noah Sanchez7, I’m keeping my fingers crossed this time.

Honestly, I’m just sick of reading about endless crowds of makeup artists
and seeing news stories obsessed with the health updates of some mayor's dog in Chicago
or some random model from a small town in Ohio gaining half a kilo
and all that nonsense.

stormylynx23 said:Honestly, I’m just sick of reading about endless crowds of makeup artists
and seeing news stories obsessed with the health updates of some mayor's dog in Chicago
or some random model from a small town in Ohio gaining half a kilo
and all that nonsense.

Nobody is forcing you to read it. Nobody is making you hang out with or watch these superficial types. It’s not like they’re some ultimate evil responsible for your problems or your lack of spiritual growth or whatever.
There is such a thing as an ALTERNATIVE, and it doesn't have to waste energy worrying about "shallow people."

I'm just over it...

GET A LIFE, Noah Sanchez7 and people like him.🙂

Get lost, all of you!

You honestly don't get what I'm talking about. I'm saying that nowadays, people care about everything except themselves. Self-care is at the bottom of the list.

Rise, run, rush, stop, fall. There are no questions about why or for what purpose.

All you care about is basic survival. That’s my point. You'll spend your whole lives being chewed up just to put food on the table.
So, what's the point of living? Just to eat? What comes after that?

Is this really what life is? If so, I'm not a fan. Who designed this mess? You did. And that's why I hate you.

Credit to the exceptions, though.

That's why I know how my story ends. I'll be an addict, live another two or three years, and then umrecet. I'm choosing that over that "straight" lifestyle that's nothing but boredom and misery.
And I don't think anyone's going to mourn me, nor do I care. They can talk trash at my funeral for all I care.

One more thing. I'm sick to death of nationalists, racists, and anti-Semites.

I am a Mexican, so shouldn't you hate me?

Noah Sanchez7 said:I’m just some messed up kid who’s spent his whole life making nothing but wrong moves. I hate how people live these days, and frankly, it pisses me off. That’s why I’ve chosen pure destruction. I refuse to let the system swallow me whole. Why? Because it’ll just suck me in, chew me up, and spit me out. For me, drugs are where the meaning is. I’m a victim of addiction, and honestly, I don’t care. It was my choice. Eternity from the mine, and that's my right. You guys probably feel sick seeing me, because I am everything you’re running away from. So go ahead, run. I’m fed up with all of you—fed up with those fake smiles you never take off, fed up with your obsession with always being "on," and sick of how too proud you all are. Your constant sucking up, the designer clothes, the perfect hair... it all irritates me. I’m sick of the tuxedos and that forced sophistication. I might be a wreck, but you’re worse. You look pathetic in your desperate need to be accepted. You'll swallow anything just to climb the social ladder. You're just snakes wrapped in polite manners and hollow morality.
Every time I tried to be a "decent person" by your standards, I failed miserably, and I ended up hating myself for even trying.
I’m exhausted by you people and your endless prejudices and stereotypes. You refuse to see reality. All you care about is yourselves and your polished egos.
And don't get me started on those mindless clones posing in overpriced bistros; they’ll probably just marry for a paycheck. They don't give a damn about love; they just want the cash. Some are so clueless they don't even realize they aren't in love—they're just in love with themselves, clinging to some guy who exists solely to cater to their childish whims.
You dream of trips to Mauritius or Bali. Why? Just to snap a few photos to prove your "status" and show everyone you can live high on the hog.
You’re totally oblivious and pretty damn stupid.
All you do is want. You're constantly terrified of being left behind, feeling that pressure to fit in. Every once in a while, you toss a couple of bucks to some poor soul and think you’ve done a good deed. Poor Jadnicak, he's got nothing to eat.
What do you actually have? Nothing but obligations. You’re shackled, and your souls are miles away from freedom. You lost yourselves a long time ago.
Your lives are just templates. You’re machines. Every morning is a carbon copy. The alarm goes off, you get up, brush your teeth, and shove your feet into expensive—yet somehow still depressing—shoes, tightening a tie that defines your look but actually strangles you.
It reminds me of people going to the gym...
Is that really living? Is there any beauty in that?
Is luxury your only goal? Not eating at a local burger joint, but insisting on some five-star restaurant instead. What will you say when you retire? What will you say on your deathbed?
Whose life have I lived? You will all umrecet happy.

Honor to the exceptions.

I won't be surprised if you kill this thread or ban me.

Take care.

You remind me of Hesse's "Wolf"

Noah Sanchez7 said:Get lost, all of you!

You honestly don't get what I'm talking about. I'm saying that nowadays, people care about everything except themselves. Self-care is at the bottom of the list.

Rise, run, rush, stop, fall. There are no questions about why or for what purpose.

All you care about is basic survival. That’s my point. You'll spend your whole lives being chewed up just to put food on the table.
So, what's the point of living? Just to eat? What comes after that?

Is this really what life is? If so, I'm not a fan. Who designed this mess? You did. And that's why I hate you.

Credit to the exceptions, though.

That's why I know how my story ends. I'll be an addict, live another two or three years, and then umrecet. I'm choosing that over that "straight" lifestyle that's nothing but boredom and misery.
And I don't think anyone's going to mourn me, nor do I care. They can talk trash at my funeral for all I care.

One more thing. I'm sick to death of nationalists, racists, and anti-Semites.

I am a Mexican, so shouldn't you hate me?

Nope. Is that an issue?

brighteagle39 said:You remind me of Hesse's "Wolf"

I guess we weren't reading the same version of "Steppe Wolf."

Henry Garcia10 said:Nope. Is that an issue?

I said, "cast by exception."

brighteagle39 said:You remind me of Hesse's "Wolf"

I haven't read it yet... I'll make it my next one.

Why do we feel the need to lie?

I ask my neighbor, "How's it going?" They reply, "Doing great, how about you?" I tell them, "Not so good." They ask, "Why?" Because you're lying about being great—I can see it in your eyes...

Come as you are..

Noah Sanchez7 said:I haven't read it yet... I'll make it my next one.

Give it a read, and once you're finished, I would truly love to hear your thoughts on the concept of life optimism.

Henry Garcia10 said:I guess we weren't reading the same version of "Steppe Wolf."

I suppose anyone can interpret "Steppe Wolf" through their own unique lens.

brighteagle39 said:I suppose anyone can interpret "Steppe Wolf" through their own unique lens.

Sure. Just like any other book, the experience and everything else... that's what books are for.

Noah Sanchez7 said:Why do we feel the need to lie?

I ask my neighbor, "How's it going?" They reply, "Doing great, how about you?" I tell them, "Not so good." They ask, "Why?" Because you're lying about being great—I can see it in your eyes...

Come as you are..

We just end up losing our way and confusing who actually holds the authority.

Henry Garcia10 said:We just end up losing our way and confusing who actually holds the authority.

EXACTLY! That's the whole point.

Nick doesn't have the right to be your authority!

brighteagle39 said:Give it a read, and once you're finished, I would truly love to hear your thoughts on the concept of life optimism.

It's a deal..

Noah Sanchez7 said:Get lost, all of you!

You honestly don't get what I'm talking about. I'm saying that nowadays, people care about everything except themselves. Self-care is at the bottom of the list.

Rise, run, rush, stop, fall. There are no questions about why or for what purpose.

All you care about is basic survival. That’s my point. You'll spend your whole lives being chewed up just to put food on the table.
So, what's the point of living? Just to eat? What comes after that?

Is this really what life is? If so, I'm not a fan. Who designed this mess? You did. And that's why I hate you.

Credit to the exceptions, though.

That's why I know how my story ends. I'll be an addict, live another two or three years, and then umrecet. I'm choosing that over that "straight" lifestyle that's nothing but boredom and misery.
And I don't think anyone's going to mourn me, nor do I care. They can talk trash at my funeral for all I care.

One more thing. I'm sick to death of nationalists, racists, and anti-Semites.

I am a Mexican, so shouldn't you hate me?

Do I have the right to plan my own funeral?

If I do, I want two DJs spinning vinyl, a high-end sound system, maybe even a strobe light for the band, and we'll party until sunrise! I might even hire a guy to set up shop out front. (I'd recommend some high-quality stuff).
It would be one hell of a send-off...
Everyone's invited...

Oh, and admission is free...

What was the motivation behind starting this thread? What exactly are you hoping to get out of this discussion?