There’s me. And there’s the world. And we’re at war.
The war ends when I die. I will die, but the world will go on, fighting as usual. The day the world stops fighting is the day it dies.
I’ve been like this since I was in late high school. I realized that the life society wanted for me was a life of crap. Most people just take that life of crap, decide they are happy, and live til the end. Not for me. If I wanted to live the life I wanted to, I would have to go to war because society was going to fight me every step of the way. I was going to get what I wanted or at least try, and society go to Hell.
It always seemed like society was against me. Every time I turned around, society was cock-blocking me in some way or another. It still seems that way. If anything, it’s much worse.
See those other people out there? Those people are called “the people in the way.” They are in my way. I think they need to get out of my way and give me some space to do what I want, please. They won’t GTF out of the way, and this is a problem. One that will never end and will only get worse each day on forward.
Actually, the whole world is in the way. The whole damn world needs to get out of the way so I can do what I want.
I don’t really see any alternative to this mindset. Whenever I sign an armistice with the world, everything just gets to much worse. It’s fight or die or live a life of death.
I’ll never give up this attitude until someone shows me something else that works.