That horrific monotony — that excruciatingly debased mode of existence in which you inauthentically operate to conform with the normgroids around you, only for it to never amount to anything. This restless and unshakable nuisance of feeling subjugated by normgroids' perceptions of you and your perceived value, i.e., where you stand on the social ladder, or, in other words, "Will you be of use to me and my ambitions? By which I mean, will you benefit me socially, as I, the normgroid, who has nothing but women and money on my mind?"
This insipid and commodified insectoid rat race into which you are thrusted, expected not only to brandish your newest girlfriend, job, asset, and other run-of-the-mill "life experiences," but also to give a reciprocal and reflexive fuck about the other insectoid rats' aforementioned social garments, which have been worn by billions of people in human history, 'lest ye be rude.'
You know, the life that is just one holistic stagnant line, if zoomed in, you can see minute fluctuations between boredom and suffering, where the only good things in it are escapist fantasies and distractions. You know — just everything that isn't it.
Yeah, uh, this shit, as Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold astutely gleaned from basic observation and introspection, does not stop after high school. It continues — it will be your very existence, forever. If you didn't enjoy your time in high school, if you fell through the social-sexual cracks, chances are you're not going to be enjoying the rest of your existence because, as they say, high school never ends. And thus, they acted accordingly, though a bit callously. But hey...
This insipid and commodified insectoid rat race into which you are thrusted, expected not only to brandish your newest girlfriend, job, asset, and other run-of-the-mill "life experiences," but also to give a reciprocal and reflexive fuck about the other insectoid rats' aforementioned social garments, which have been worn by billions of people in human history, 'lest ye be rude.'
You know, the life that is just one holistic stagnant line, if zoomed in, you can see minute fluctuations between boredom and suffering, where the only good things in it are escapist fantasies and distractions. You know — just everything that isn't it.
Yeah, uh, this shit, as Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold astutely gleaned from basic observation and introspection, does not stop after high school. It continues — it will be your very existence, forever. If you didn't enjoy your time in high school, if you fell through the social-sexual cracks, chances are you're not going to be enjoying the rest of your existence because, as they say, high school never ends. And thus, they acted accordingly, though a bit callously. But hey...
