I heard someone say yesterday that if they had the one wish willow from Obsession they’d wish that cigarettes were good for you. I remain astounded by their Christlike love for all mankind.
Is it a normal human condition that one minute I'm like: I'm so back, so happy I can do everything!
The other minute I'm like: I'm good for nothing and have no reason to live?
(Pic by myself)
I wonder if this is a metaphor for the way the people around spongebob consume him: his joy, his labor, his selflessness, while offering nothing in return