Don't resist your urges, embrace them.
Resisting an urge is just falling prey to yet more urges.
Embrace absurdity, nihilism and fantasy. You're batshit insane TC, you know that? It's also why you're not boring.
Not all insanity is based around chaos. More often than not it's instead quite lawfully rigid, just according to seemingly nonsensical laws from those who can't relate to their struggle.
I have no idea what you're always crying about because you're so painfully vague. But I know that there's a screw loose somewhere in your head because you interpret every little detail as if it's a grand plan. You're hoping that life is more interesting than it actually is.
I already know life is more interesting than I could ever fully grasp from there being so many different directions to dig into it, as is expressed by other people's variations between one another. It's not a matter of if we can or can't dig, but rather what direction we dig and why. There's always more options, and save for elements of our environment that are largely out of our control, where we land within that is a byproduct of being where we'd truly prefer to be.
It's not that there's no reason to go on, it's more on if it's worth it.
It's like when you hope you're of a different sex than you really are.
It's more like desiring to get my parts traded out than going on about "the female spirit" or something.
I'd really love to see you break. It would be so enjoyable just to see all of that come crumbling down, you whining alone and empty. Weird that I can't really tell what would make you break...
It's flattering that you don't think I already have somewhere along the line, potentially more than once even.
You know, I could tell you to accept reality and move on.
To be able to accept something, you have to be able to see it in the first place.
That's the sane part of me that's telling me to actually give you good advice. But you know what? You probably wouldn't listen anyway.
It's cool, you do you.
You know what would be absurd? If you dressed up in an unbuttoned satin blouse, lime-colored panties and high heels and went to a Hell's angels club to tell them you're a wartime nurse looking for your husband Doctor Daneeka, whom you of course find there.
It'd cease being absurd if it was done now, as it's been premeditated if you do it or it's mere following instructions if I do it.
You killed it before it could even get off the ground, now it's instead on par with an Eric Andre sketch or a scene from Bad Grandpa.
How about you live it up a little? You're not really finding all of this absurd. You just say you do.
What things do I find absurd?
If you did, you wouldn't act so goddamn normal. Your actions betray your words.
You just said I was crazy though.
Are you accusing me of doing some Patrick Bateman level shenanigans?
