Why bother proving anything?
I’ve never understood people who grit their teeth and tear at their clothes in an attempt to prove something.
In my worldview, everything is already clear, and all that performative reflection should take place in your own head because it’s obvious… You just need to look closer, think, and analyze.
“Don’t read others’ minds” — that would be great, but too often those “read minds” turned out to be right. Yes, selective perception in my head has stood up from the couch, snuffed out its cigarette on “objectivity,” just to remind me of its presence.
- Go on, head home, my friend.
- In reality, it’s not my fault, it’s yours.
- I can’t be guilty by default — I’m just a robot controlled by you and your gang of junkies.
- We only do what you want. I can’t act against your nature, your true desires, your yearnings, or your dreams.
- Then why is everything so sad?
- You want to be sad yourself. Who’s to blame that you’ve chosen psychopaths, misanthropes, and insecure lunatics as role models?
- But they changed the world! What else is there to live for if not that?
- For yourself. At the very least, if you start living for yourself, I’ll get a vacation. See, even while working, I’m trying to live for myself, and I’m just a mini-plugin in your head.
- I’m of no use to myself! I’m not interested in my happiness — or rather, I am, but it’s only possible through my unhealthy ambitions and goals.
- Wow, listen to you. Here’s a secret — you won’t be able to change anything if you can’t change yourself, my friend.
- But I change myself constantly, even now, as I write these lines.
- Hahaha, it’s sad that the only person you can talk to honestly is yourself through OneNote.
- Well, what can I do? I have no desire to talk to anyone about this. Some people can’t even get there, and those who can — they have their own dialogues like this.