My new favourite way to spend Sunday's...get really stoned and watch silent films from the 20's.
90% of people prove to be full of bullshit. It's okay though, I don't hold grudges
Actually that's pretty much a lie
I think human beings delude themselves about pretty much everything
When I first read about post-structuralism and the notion that 'individuality' is a crock of bullshit perpetuated by modernist ideologies, the desperation I experienced was akin to the confusion I felt realizing that god was not even dead, but a complete fiction. The two most formative periods of my life are quintessential negations, so typical of my generation. The corresponding self-delusion...belief that these 'formative experiences' are unique or original in any way. This is laughable...or confusing, or frustrating. Don't we all want to believe it, though? Nothing we experience is really that important, our suffering is not new nor does it spring from new places or lead in new directions
Nothing I say is original
but that is okay
existentialist anti-heroes try too hard
I always identified with the dude from 'notes from underground'
his anxiety is extreme and pathetic and awkward but charming
I just wanted to make him a picnic lunch or something and sing songs in the park with no shoes on
we could eat popsicles and stuff
fuck 'men of action'