Buck up, Sparky. Life ain't all that shitty once you accept that nobody ain't entitled to one damn thing so just follow your bliss and don't get yourself all wrapped around what society tells you is supposed to make you happy.

Because it won't.

All those people telling you how happy they are now that they found what society told them to find are full of shit and just trying to convince themselves more than anyone else.

It's all bullshit. If you feel like sitting around in your shorts eating cheetos -- if that's what makes you happy in the moment -- then that's what you should do. Just make sure you stay healthy and clean and don't hurt other beings.

Jesus Christ how long does this guy keep going on? Who the fuck is Barbarosa? Isn't that an old show with Lorne Green (I don't mean Battlestar Galactica).

I should start making videos about how nothing is important because we all end up dead anyway and nobody is entitled to anything they haven't gone out and earned and maybe people should stop smoking because it gives them cancer and why research into dementia is so underfunded because it is a less visible death.

The thing is, if you get dementia you lose your memories and your personality. That shows that memories and personality are tied to your physical brain meat. So if your brain meat dies, so do your memories and personality. Which makes the question of life after death and/or the existence of God purely academic and meaningless since the you that exists before you die no longer exists after your brain meat dies. If you have a soul that continues on afterward, it is no longer you -- it is nothing but an empty husk with no memories or personalities and it will float up to God and God will look at it and say:

"Who the hell are you?"

And you will say:

"Fuck if I know."

Only you won't because you won't know english. And God will be speaking in Aramaic or Latin or some shit. And you won't see him because you won't have any eyes. And you won't hear him either. So he will have to talk to you telepathically and in your brain you will just have this understanding that he is asking you:

"Who the hell are you?"

And you won't respond because you won't know how to do telepathy.

thanks, I really needed this, to give that last little push to buy some rope

You wanna share a suicide booth, Jang?

Schadenfreude chuckle out loud.

It's coming from the crawlspace, sounds like he didn't use enough Raid.