The purpose of my life is to enjoy it to the fullest, to change the world, and control the Universe. I keep thinking... I was born in the wrong century. There is nobody smart left nowadays. Steve Jobbs died, and he was an idiot. Feynman is also dead, but I consider him beneath me. If I could have a chance to resurrect one person, I would resurrect Isaac Newton. Just so I could discuss with him and share my ideas. I think he would understand me. Or maybe not.
Anyway... If I was born several hundreds of years later, I would have loved to do space travel. Instead, I live in this stupid century where only dickhead Jeff Bezos gets to go on a space trip while his amazon workers are forced to wear diapers and shit themselves to avoid taking toilet breaks. I want to see aurora from space and meet aliens. Have you ever seen Star Trek? Captain Kirk. That's me. I excel at everything, to the point that I find everything oh so boring and lacking in novelty. I have everything I want and those things that I can't get.... Well, they irk me. Like space travel, for one.
Not like normal space travel. I mean like an adventure. I've travelled here on Earth long enough that I find everything.... Not so novel. Europe. Been there, done that. US, been there done that. Asia, been there done that. Africa, been there done that.
Perhaps I need to travel into "within". Find some part of myself that I haven't explored yet. But it's becoming a boring endeavor. You people bore me. I have nothing to learn from you.
#burn
#superior-being
The question is rhetorical.... I know you people don't have a purpose in life. You live like.... zombies. Drones. You are drones. I look down on drones. I look down on people like you.
#harsh-truth.
