When you are born, the world rejoices, you cry. When you die, the world mourns, and you rejoice.
I know the truth, so I'm rather the other way around these days. It's like when I see a 'dead' animal, all I think now is 'I hope you went fast and painless. See you later.'
OK, I think I'm as stupid as everybody else for asking for Physical Existence, which I currently believe shouldn't exist. I don't agree with the predatory nature of it, where so many things must be destroyed for one to live; be it plant or animal, being I am quite aware of the plants being alive and having their own intelligence. I condemn myself as much as everything else for being here. I condemn the human race more than everything else, actually.
I suppose that's because I only know part of the picture. More than most, but still not the whole thing. I will probably go easier on everybody after I get THERE, but I'm not THERE now; and think we're all a bunch of clueless masochistic idiots for having chosen this.
Somebody suggested we come here trapped by food and sex. I don't have sex anymore. I've grown averse to the concept. It's just the way I evolved. Food? Yeah, I still like that. Only obvious, being about 30 pounds overweight. Sitting in front of a computer all day doing what I'm doing doesn't help, but oh well. Will I miss it? Maybe for a while. Yesterday I was quite irritated at being hungry and having to leave this 'job'. I do remember that neither food nor sex was the reason I came here.
Think I'll end the above paragraph before I sound even more pretentious than I am by explaining why I am here, and what I am; though with a 'tude from Hell, now. But I will say I'm as stupid as anything for having asked for this, along with everyone else. At least my script is easier than most, so my preprogrammed sojourn isn't nearly as bad as some idiot dalit with 22 crotch droppings. And I have this knowledge that I will NOT see age 52 in this body. I'm SURE of it. Considering my circumstances, to think otherwise would be psychotic, so at least I had the brains to not ask for a long self-imprisonment in this compromised, gimp-'tard world.
