When you're young the world is still big, there's so much to see and learn.
As you get older everything becomes... dull, categorized, more of the same.
There's literally billions of things other than what I've mentioned in the title, and yet at the same time there's very little. All distractions, all rather pointless at the end of the day. Eventually they're not even good for distracting yourself, you just end up wondering what the hell is the point of it all.
In the past life had various urgencies like war and worrying about your next source of food, they would distract you from this meaninglessness. Nowadays we're smacked in the face daily by these facts. And as incels we're like a starving dog in a cage having a bone waved in his face ceaselessly, painfully aware he'll never get it.
As you get older everything becomes... dull, categorized, more of the same.
There's literally billions of things other than what I've mentioned in the title, and yet at the same time there's very little. All distractions, all rather pointless at the end of the day. Eventually they're not even good for distracting yourself, you just end up wondering what the hell is the point of it all.
In the past life had various urgencies like war and worrying about your next source of food, they would distract you from this meaninglessness. Nowadays we're smacked in the face daily by these facts. And as incels we're like a starving dog in a cage having a bone waved in his face ceaselessly, painfully aware he'll never get it.
