I’m officially transitioning from a nihilistic doomer to a hedonistic absurdist.
I’ve accepted that society is a collapsing mental asylum run by narcissists, worshipped by NPCs, and funded by wage slaves.
Nothing has meaning, morality is cosplay, and the future is already cooked.
So I’m done being depressed. I’m getting drunk, chasing pleasure, laughing at the chaos, and enjoying humanity’s extinction event from the VIP section.
Ive watched the same specimen for months now, at my gym a thick necked ox of a man who moves iron like it owes him money and in between sets sits scrolling with the slack jawed expression of a medicated cow. all that magnificent tissue and nothing upstairs running it, a temple with no God. and i know his opposite too, a pale pumpkin seed of a man, all brain and brittle, who could recite Aristotle on discipline while being physically incapable of defending his own mother. both of them are half men. the body is the temple and the spirit must live in it. a soul carried around in a ruined vessel goes rancid