Or, on the other hand, completely bullshit stupid. Because the very reason the world is so fucked is that there are too many people staying home to what? Be entertained? Play video games and binge-watch our favorite shows again?
Get off your fucking asses. You’re unhappy becasue you don’t leave the house. Because you either don’t see friends on at leas a weekly basis, or you haven’t made any real friends in actual years. I’ve been there. I’m not just talking shit to anyone.
Imagine if you gathered with just two dozen people who feel like you do. In person, not on the internet. Then imagine gathering with a hundred. Two hundred. A thousand people from across your state, all who can relate to the things you care about. Thousands of people from within 200 miles of you. Meeting in the same place. Like a convention or some shit. Tens of thousands of people who live within 800 moles of you. A hundred thousand people within a thousand miles of you. And you are all willing to do something about any or all of the shitty things about the world. Instead of sitting on our asses, doing whatever, internet, movies, TV, video games, memes, shitposting. Believe me, I love all these things and always will, but I wish I didn’t. I wish I didn’t drink so much. I wish I got along better with my wife. I wish I saw my friends more. I wish I lived closer to more of them, and my family. I hardly ever get to see anyone in my family anymore. And there are dozens of them. And I get along with basically all of them. I hear about other people’s families and what a nightmare they are. And here I am separated by hundreds or thousands of miles from most of the people I care about on this planet. And I still don’t make friends very easily.
And how many days, how many weeks, how many years do we have to waste before going after the things we really want? Because we don’t believe it could ever work out?