Taking things to seriously is like an affliction. A big part of my problem (just in general) is that I do exactly that, and I tend to dwell on “heavy” issues. Morality, economics, the harshness of reality, what the point of all this might be, shit like that. Sometimes I completely lose my cocky, well adjusted attitude to what I can only call a sort of emptiness. It’s why I was kind of hesitant to post on older essay a while back (Pseudo Morality).
I mean sure, I still believe what I wrote, but the gravity of what I’m talking about in it and the way I felt about it at the time, like it was so important, just doesn’t sit well with me anymore. I don’t really care if people want to wear good guy badges. It’s enough to know how fake they are; they’re not going to go anywhere though, and not everyone is going to want to lay theirs aside. That used to piss me off but nowadays… I just don’t take it as seriously.
You can’t fix stupid, and I don’t see the point of trying anymore. I’d rather just brag about my own insight than rail on the lack of it in others.