Mar 29
everything is stupid!!! everything is so fucking stupid and all we can do is love each other and keep going! that's fine! it's enough! life is stupid and you have to keep loving each other! fuck!!!!
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everything is stupid!!! everything is so fucking stupid and all we can do is love each other and keep going! that's fine! it's enough! life is stupid and you have to keep loving each other! fuck!!!!
The absurd world more than others derives its nobility from that abject birth. In certain situations, replying ânothingâ when asked what one is thinking about may be pretence in a man. Those who are loved are well aware of this. But if that reply is sincere, if it symbolizes that odd state of soul in which the void becomes eloquent, in which the chain of daily gestures is broken, in which the heart vainly seeks the link that will connect it again, then it is as it were the first sign of absurdity. It happens that the stage sets collapse. Rising, tram, four hours in the office or factory, meal, tram, four hours of work, meal, sleep and Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday, according to the same rhythm â this path is easily followed most of the time. But one day the âwhyâ arises and everything begins in that weariness tinged with amazement. âBeginsâ â this is important. Weariness comes at the end of the acts of a mechanical life, but... https://wp.me/p9pyHP-6D
Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus, 1955, p.11-12
I need a backrub and a whiskey and to not worry about doing or feeling things *sometime in the future* that I don't Want to do/feel and sure don't do/feel now :(!
The Irony of Importance
Nothing is as important, if there are other things as important.
The mind plays tricks, and the voice deceives, the eyes filter, and the ears screen.
We love to hate and hate to love because in loving we learn to love ourselves and hate each other, and hate to realize that we never really loved in the first place.
I am my own mind.
Nothingness plays tricks on me during the silence of somethingness.Â
And I am absurd, yes it is fitting in this world of absurdity.
From when do we learn to live? We are constantly fighting for our own survival.
And you are absurd, and yes it is fitting in this world of ambiguity.
Nothing is known, and everything is uncertain. Time lapse screws with the cognizance of self.
I squirm in my own mind
and nothing is as important.