Didn't realize how pathetic I am until today. FUCK. Feels like I have the brain of Michael Scott and nothing I do changes that. It's as if nothing I do can ever be cool, or profound, or funny, because it's all overshadowed by this weird plague of patheticness that makes it all so fucking pointless. And even now, this reads to me as self-pitying, but I don't have any better means of dealing with it all. These meat computers are real prisons sometimes.

I can't help but conclude that this "experience" we're "gifted" is far, far too much for anyone to deal with. But when you look around for help or support, it seems (in typical Truman Show fashion, although perhaps there is no grand conspiracy and we're simply living in Idiocracy) everyone's drunk on some bizarre behavior, ideology, politics, delusion or personality disorder. You ask one too many questions and you realize you're talking to a Nazi sympathizer, a pedophile, a rapist, a Zionist or a Catholic Crusader, back from the dead to serve His will.

Or God forbid, you're in the same breathing radius as an "influencer".

They wear the same friendly smiles. They listen to the same music. They all wear the same clothes. They use the same language.

It's maddening.

Life is one big hydraulic press. When you're squeezed, you have to go somewhere.

The worst part is there's nowhere to go.

In the unfortunate event this ever becomes a space to brainwash the masses, just know that it didn't start that way. I'll say things that seem crazy, but it's up to you to decide what's true.

After all, who knows better than you?