On one side I enjoy solitude, walking alone, drawing, fishing and cooking. Most people bore me because I find them dull and superficial. I specially hate the talkative, needy ones who wont shut up and believe I care what they think. I dislike big groups of drunks or people that need to yell and listen to loud music to feel good.
On the other hand, I’ll die one day, possibly alone, because I don’t have the emotional bandwidth for a girlfriend, marriage or raising children, nor to go to a club or a similar social occasion where people find other humans and maybe a partner.
Suddenly, dying alone with no children feels depressing: Everything I save and don’t spend will be appropriated or sold, everything I learn, a whole life of experiences, will simply be forgotten, I know I won’t feel anything when I die, or after, and I shouldn’t care about it, but I still feel sad I’m going to die without nobody but the debt collectors noticing my death. Suggesting I marry out of desperation so I don’t die alone would be a terrible idea. So don’t. I’m too set on my ways and wouldn’t be fair to any child.
I like some human contact but feel the world offers me either loud, drunk jerks, immature idiots or the complete solitude I have now, a solitude I mostly enjoy but sometimes makes me feel alone.
When I die I want to be cremated. I don’t want a stupid stone above my corpse. I want to be scattered to feed the plants and go back to the source. Industrialization has been a blink of an eye. Connection is what most people truly seek but over socialization is not the answer. Our problems as a species are deeply rooted in group think and the modern world. FOMO but not really. Smell some roses and chill. We all die and we all fail. In the modern world children are debt… future worker bees for the pdfile class. I might want something like the christian god wanted to get off the cross. wHy HaVe Y0U FoRsAKeN mE? Everyone is born alone and dies alone unless you are like in a plane crash. We are all waiting in line, wasting time, ain’t got a dime, ruled by swine occupied by our surrogate activities. You give yourself meaning… I guess… Even the corpos know no joy as they sniff up inspiration and grind us into a paste. Such is life. We are a product of our environment. The superstructure prevents us from changing that environment peacefully. I used to be out there and now I know… It is better to be alone then be a unwitting tool for someones end game. People get sooooo old they sometimes welcome death while some cling on fighting what is unavoidable. NO WAR BUT THE CLASS WAR AMEN P.S. Everyone of these apes is weird.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minotaur
There are multiple variations of Ariadne’s myth, but she is best known for helping Theseus escape from the Minotaur and being abandoned by him on the island of Naxos. There, Dionysus saw Ariadne sleeping, fell in love with her, and later married her.
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