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katzekratzer
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Western culture feeds insecurity to it's people. It tries to make sure that everyone feels inferior somehow.
Why? Well, happy people spend less money. The more content you are, the less you want for anything. Even when you do want, frankly, you're stupid about what it is you actually want. Don't take that personally, its true for almost anyone.
Think that new car will make you happy? Maybe for a bit, until the thrill wears off. It's like a several-thousand-dollar drug hit. It's incredibly addictive.
No one knows what they what. I think I want my fiance to stop staring at and commenting on other women to me. I think I want implants so I can stop going into such a rage whenever guys ogle huge tits and make fun of small ones, apparently not seeing the girl with the A cups behind them, that I have to take my prescribed benzo's to keep me from hurting myself or someone else.
So here I sit, with the small ton of pills I have to take to keep me from getting too down - or up. I don't really think they're working very well. So I ask:
What the hell is the point? Why shouldn't I just down all these and end it all in a puddle of my own puke after I pass out and inhale vomit. How long can we survive when the culture that we built is there to keep us miserable? Why should we even bother?
Why? Well, happy people spend less money. The more content you are, the less you want for anything. Even when you do want, frankly, you're stupid about what it is you actually want. Don't take that personally, its true for almost anyone.
Think that new car will make you happy? Maybe for a bit, until the thrill wears off. It's like a several-thousand-dollar drug hit. It's incredibly addictive.
No one knows what they what. I think I want my fiance to stop staring at and commenting on other women to me. I think I want implants so I can stop going into such a rage whenever guys ogle huge tits and make fun of small ones, apparently not seeing the girl with the A cups behind them, that I have to take my prescribed benzo's to keep me from hurting myself or someone else.
So here I sit, with the small ton of pills I have to take to keep me from getting too down - or up. I don't really think they're working very well. So I ask:
What the hell is the point? Why shouldn't I just down all these and end it all in a puddle of my own puke after I pass out and inhale vomit. How long can we survive when the culture that we built is there to keep us miserable? Why should we even bother?