the doggy gets shrimp
the fanciest creature will win
for the grandest prize
a lot of people, who probably believe in like lameass christian traditionalist values, probably think their life is headed a lot similarly to a lot of other people; to get a job, then get a house, start a family with wife and kid, whole nuclear family archetype with blue eyes blonde hair white fence while never straying from their usual norm, just lay the seed inside a woman who agrees with you and watch as you sprout the next generation of Nothing New. what a boring life view
for a lot of sort of artsy fartsy pretentious types who REALLY wanna make some boo boo fart gay ass avant garde crap their life is probably headed down a spiral of uh ohs and oo ahhs trying their damned damndest to craft the perfect piece of art t hat their whole life's vision has been creaming up to, oh the tale of the million page convoluted novel, or the post mortal manifesto written directly before demise telling of society's pitfalls and weaknesses, of the piece of weird indie hypercore synthetic pop music that's moreso noise than music, of whatever your mind aching for its dosage of happy pills can think of while its a week free of the little sugar pills that dampen your mood and ruin your ideas
its real real easy to categorize someone's entire life and existence just by comparing two of the extremes, but objectively the first one while being the lamest and most boring is the most 'normal' and most well supported by econony and most respected and the second one while more obviously exciting and makes for one fuck of a biography sure as well doesnt feed a family or make big corps money nor can it be advertised as well, but im sure there's an inbetween. are you extreme or inbetween? or do you not fit at all, maybe u just wanna be born, grow up, live alone in a stank little apartment and do nothing creative, go to a job to make just enough money for rent and unhealthy slop, rinse and repeat until the devil comes aknocking and you can find a comfy casket and a funeral that only a couple of people will go to in awkward silence, wouldnt it just be really convenient and low effort to just pull down your pants and take a shit and do nothing but wipe and go to sleep instead of having a grand plan planned out for you, grand plan as in ANY GRAND PLan, instead of having a god you worship or a piece of art you work on every day just to feel fulfilled, just to feel like you have a greater purpose, isnt it easier to just live life on the skirty side skirting around everyone major, just living in solitude and in warmth and comfort or do you really not like the idea of living a dull life and would prefer even the most generic or most extreme to have some feeling of a 'grand plan' outside of The Usual
why does everyone wanna be a martyr? Why Is This Such A Trope i don't mean in the literal sense as in here it's me mr religion man i will DIE for my religious cause i mean as in why does everyone wanna literally sink with their ship in every situation and make themself out to be an example purposefully ? why do you wanna get shot to win a debate why do you wanna push everyone you know and love away just to feel like you fulfilled an argument that never existed outside of your own bubble of existence? what a life to live of spiraling self destruction specifically to feel like you proved a point.
my life is headed down south to a pit of aforementioned boo boo fart. i dont know what my passion is. i try to game develop i try to do digital art i try to do 3d animation i try storywriting i try music but when is one gonna stick? what is my life destined to divulge to?- none of my passions can really do anything in terms of money and as the age age age aaage old life tip goes to anyone becoming le adult, money is the only thing that matters. if you dont have money you dont have food or rent if you dont have food or rent youre fucking homeless on the side of new mexico's roads sucking wiener and getting undiagnosed stds for a crummy gas station sandwich. no economy truly supports passion understandably so i guess. passion doesnt create jobs or prints the money to give to the employees or mass manufactures the cars the employees drive to get to work on time. at best it, passion, can be sold for a profit if youre lucky. but that's until the passion is milked dry
i'd rather come off as cringe or schizo than dishonest and i'd rather be honest than be distant and unfamiliar. id rather be the butt of a joke than someone judging others by teasing them. who am i if all i am is nothing more than the quip slinger, with a big iron of jokes rather than a blade of just fucking being honest as my little rapidly beating stupid ass flesh blood heart can manage to beat.
if anyone has guilty gear strive on steam and wants to play just ask id love to play
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