Crazy thought

Stay trippy my friend

Lemme really fuck your mind...

sonder
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig, the guy who wrote this word & definition, is a surprisingly good read for what is a pretty weird concept for a book. Difficult to say what type of book it even is, or the genre it would belong to, philosophy, linguistics, short form poetry. Nonetheless very thought-provoking, would recommend it to anyone who likes these existential sorts of thoughts.

Bitch nobody cares, you gotta look out for numero uno. And if you forgot who that was, it's me. I'm number 1.

This is some wack granola trustfund kid shit

The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What’s that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating …and you finish off as an orgasm.

Turd__AuthorityLemme really fuck your mind...

sonder
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

nah I am really conivined some poeple are actually NPC's, like there just a side character, they never give there opinioun or start a convo