Obviously, most here think I suck ... plenty of other dudes.
Howard, you ugly woman!
Happiness and unhappiness have nothing to do with life. Your existence ought to be enough, but, no, like a gluttonous whore, you want more, a "happy life."
Consider that for about 16 billion years of cosmic history, you did not exist. Yet here you are, bored. Your boredom is proof that your existence is empty. And how do you respond? "I'm much 'happier' than those other slobs who are sooo miserable." Stop the feminine record-keeping in attempting to bolster your self-assessment. Soon, you will cease to exist. For how long? ETERNITY, infinitely more than the 16 billion years that it took for your neurotic twat to appear on the scene.
Try to find the stones to affirm your fleeting existence without having to compare it to others. Or else, please, just give in to the
Wisdom of Silenus:
From Nietzsche,
The Birth of Tragedy.
There is an old legend that king Midas for a long time hunted the wise Silenus, the companion of Dionysus, in the forests, without catching him. When Silenus finally fell into the king’s hands, the king asked what was the best thing of all for men, the very finest. The daemon remained silent, motionless and inflexible, until, compelled by the king, he finally broke out into shrill laughter and said these words,
"Suffering creature, born for a day, child of accident and toil, why are you forcing me to say what would give you the greatest pleasure not to hear? The very best thing for you is totally unreachable: not to have been born, not to exist, to be nothing. The second best thing for you, however, is this — to die soon."
