When I write an article I am trying to talk politely in "we" tone, including myself, making
my words less direct, less harsh and rude. But here, I don't want to do that. I am going to
write directly to you.
Let’s face it: Earth is basically the galaxy’s reality TV show (in short, a shit-hole),
just like any prison. You came here, against your will, with your memory wiped clean
like your browser history after masturbation session.
Have you watched Waiting for Godot? If you did not... Waiting for Godot, published by
Samuel Beckett in 1949, is a play in which two characters are waiting for someone who
never comes.
Dig up old photos, found out, preschool self and funny teenage self
with the bad haircut, the awkward smile, that questionable fashion sense. Same eyes,
same smile... same person, right? Wrong.
I’ve lied often, just saying numerous half-truths in order to please others. I've found
it was easier to say “yes” even when I did not mean it to do so.