We are genetic trash. Right now, our lives suck, and there's no denying that; inceldom is a living hell. Chad is banging our oneitises as I type this, and as Valentine's Day approaches, the pain will intensify.
But Chad will have his fun, and we will LDAR. And time will pass. And then what?
What I'm getting at is that all we really have is the future. Yes, it's a cope, but it's unlike other copes in that we really don't know what the future will bring. Anybody who claims to know is full of shit; predicting the future is very, very hard even for the most intelligent among us.
And think about it: our lives are so bad already, that it's almost impossible for them to become worse. Probability theory guarantees this.
So if you're thinking of roping--and trust me, I think about it every day--hang in there.
But Chad will have his fun, and we will LDAR. And time will pass. And then what?
What I'm getting at is that all we really have is the future. Yes, it's a cope, but it's unlike other copes in that we really don't know what the future will bring. Anybody who claims to know is full of shit; predicting the future is very, very hard even for the most intelligent among us.
And think about it: our lives are so bad already, that it's almost impossible for them to become worse. Probability theory guarantees this.
So if you're thinking of roping--and trust me, I think about it every day--hang in there.
