I like MY people, but
the older I get the less patience I have for people.
I’ve come to accept that people are trash.
I’ve been a natural introvert my whole life.
I’m done pretending like I’m not.
I definitely have a “social battery”.
I get worn out from being around and talking to a lot of people.
The older I get the more acceptance I gain for my true self.
There just simply is no good use in denying your true nature.
A complete waste of energy and time that is.
I’ve spent the majority of my life alone.
Even when around people, family members and friends, I still feel that way.
Everything is being narrated in my head constantly.
The voice inside has always been the most familiar.
I’ve grown comfortable in there…
I may just be the loneliest man on the planet,
given how this is all my direct experience.
I just thought how I technically am the creator of life.
I mean everything that exists I perceive with my own senses, therefore it only exists because I perceive it.
So whoever is reading this right now could very well be just a figment of my imagination (my self included).
Hell, how do I know everybody whom I interact with in real life on a regular basis isn’t?
Kind of like the Truman Show, except not really.
In this case I would be Truman and Christof at the same time.
My direct experience is Truman, everything manifested within my experience is governed by Christof.
What a sick fucking thought.
Anyways, most people are shit.
We are all full of shit anyway.
I can no longer be fucked man.
Humans are simply the worst.
