Yeah, I slip; I'm still an animal // On bittersweetness // (and shit)
People tell me I'm nice. Or sweet. But people don't often ask why I'm nice to people, and I feel like it's ultimately due to pessimism. Pessimism via buddhism/atheism/nihilism? Nothing fucking matters in the long run, and everyone's having a shit time so, since all you can really definitively influence is your immediate reality, you might as well try to make it a better time for everyone, right? Fuck, I don't know. Instead people seem to take it as though I'm naive, which can be frustrating. Look, man: I see the shithole the world is. Everyone's just going about their life while getting shit on all the time -- but it's not all shit. There are some puppies in there too. I guess that might make it more shit because we eventually have to give up those nice, albeit shit-covered things, but... I guess I feel like any small amount of puppies (or your puppy equivalent) is better than Never Puppies Ever. This post might not make aaaany sense. Guess who's drinkiiiing.
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