Our purpose is to be spectacles for society to point and laugh at for cheap entertainment. Most of us will eventually succumb to living in a 1 bdr apartment, wage slaving like a good goyim, funding Chad and Stacey's degenerate lifestyles. Come home to drink every night, picking up that cold steel before bed each night, "one day closer" you tell yourself. Until one day it comes, you pull the trigger. It takes days before anyone at work notices, only because you usually do all the work, since everyone has kids, grandkids; you know, lives. No one even has a funeral for you. That's the life of a truecel.
This is spot on. I am that weird guy in the neighborhood that everyone knows of. But I do not know anyone.
