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Coping manlets hate me - Manlet killer
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All humans come equipped with a machine capable of producing copes at an incredible rate. It is amazing how the self preservation mechanism of our brain can warp our view of reality, so as to shelter us from the realization of it. Some of us cels were cursed with the intelligence needed to see through these primitive delusions of our brains, and in a way we outsmarted our biology. There occured a mismatch of genetics, at least in my scenario, and thatiwmatch of genetics is destroying my life. I have been given subpar appearance, however I was also cursed with intelligence high enough to see through the thin veil of the numerous copes and delusions my brain must make up to shelter me from the reality of my situation. Had I been stupid, had I been living in a bliss, I would not experience what I do.
What else is there to existence besides happyness? Besides enjoying ones position in this world? Quite frankly nothing. Reproduction is no longer needed, and certainly not if your genetics are subpar. We live in an era where each individual's pursuit in life must be happyness. And God has cursed me with the intelligence that prevents me from achieving that happiness, that bliss. How can I be happy when my appearance is subpar? How can a man rejected by the opposite gender be happy? Only by being ignorant. Yet I am not ignorant, to my own misfortune.
I have been trying to reach that state of bliss since I adopted this philosophy. This state of accepting the delusions your brain comes up with, instead of rejecting them. I have reached a point where I can manipulate my own perception of my brain's delusions, which ironically enough is the manifestation of the curse that is my intelligence. Perhaps it's not much a curse after all?
And yet it is a curse. Because by drowning myself in this codeine-induced sea of delusions, I am drowning out the responsibilities I hold to my mother. She wants me to graduate college and do well, she wants me to eventually have a carreer.
But I can not. I have come too far in my escape. I have no desire or motivation to do anything when I am sober, besides lay and stare at the ceiling, and I have no care for any worldly responsibility when I am high. I have come to a point where I am a useless blob, simply laying on the street and enjoying my life - or rather, enjoying the delusions of happyness that I create artificially with the use of illicit substances.
I have 2 weeks worth of missing schoolwork, and I haven't even done anything. God I wish I was stupid.
What else is there to existence besides happyness? Besides enjoying ones position in this world? Quite frankly nothing. Reproduction is no longer needed, and certainly not if your genetics are subpar. We live in an era where each individual's pursuit in life must be happyness. And God has cursed me with the intelligence that prevents me from achieving that happiness, that bliss. How can I be happy when my appearance is subpar? How can a man rejected by the opposite gender be happy? Only by being ignorant. Yet I am not ignorant, to my own misfortune.
I have been trying to reach that state of bliss since I adopted this philosophy. This state of accepting the delusions your brain comes up with, instead of rejecting them. I have reached a point where I can manipulate my own perception of my brain's delusions, which ironically enough is the manifestation of the curse that is my intelligence. Perhaps it's not much a curse after all?
And yet it is a curse. Because by drowning myself in this codeine-induced sea of delusions, I am drowning out the responsibilities I hold to my mother. She wants me to graduate college and do well, she wants me to eventually have a carreer.
But I can not. I have come too far in my escape. I have no desire or motivation to do anything when I am sober, besides lay and stare at the ceiling, and I have no care for any worldly responsibility when I am high. I have come to a point where I am a useless blob, simply laying on the street and enjoying my life - or rather, enjoying the delusions of happyness that I create artificially with the use of illicit substances.
I have 2 weeks worth of missing schoolwork, and I haven't even done anything. God I wish I was stupid.