Life is a bowl of soup and I'm a fucking fork. Everytime I try to have some life affirming experience, it escapes my grasp, just like soup escapes the fork through its cracks. No matter how hard I try, the juicy and nutritious golden nectar gets away from me. It is beyond over for forkcels like me. There's no hope for forks like me. Life is only good for spoons aka Chads. Through their physical form they get to have all the life affirming experiences, which is the juicy liquid soup in this metaphor.
Let this be a lesson, your physical form determines the quality of your life. Just like your dining experience will be dictated largely whether you have the right utensil. Maybe you can weasel your way to somehow being able to eat pasta with only a butterknife, but it will be like a ride on a wagon in a road full of potholes and bumps. Meanwhile Chad's life is driving a sportscar in a perfectly maintained highway because of his RNG
IT COULDN'T BE MORE FUCKING OVER. I'M A FUCKING FORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let this be a lesson, your physical form determines the quality of your life. Just like your dining experience will be dictated largely whether you have the right utensil. Maybe you can weasel your way to somehow being able to eat pasta with only a butterknife, but it will be like a ride on a wagon in a road full of potholes and bumps. Meanwhile Chad's life is driving a sportscar in a perfectly maintained highway because of his RNG
IT COULDN'T BE MORE FUCKING OVER. I'M A FUCKING FORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I see what you did there
