Be skinny, be in public. Approach anyone.
Other than that, you're fucked. I'm at the end of what was supposed to be my fucking years, and it never took off. Life's over, and it was really no fun. Looking back, I hate everyone I used to know, and I wish I'd never met any of them. I was never allowed to have any of the best times. None of them were my friends.
I see the new generation of people around outside and online, and I know that in the future there won't be anyone like me anymore, because we're a strange human type that ended up getting born, but nobody really wants us around. There'll be fewer, over time, and then there'll be none. And I'm okay with this. The world will be better. I don't know what other guys who look like me have going on, but if it's similar-- and I imagine it would be-- there's no place for us. We're a dying breed. A passing error in evolution. Something that came up but didn't work out.
So the rest of the ride, from here on out, isn't really about anything. The big reward that life has to offer isn't coming, and there's never going to be anything as fulfilling as that. And everywhere, it's just reminders.
There's no incentive to do much of anything anymore. There's some stuff I wanna bitch about artistically in hopes of bringing on social changes, but it's a long shot and it's really a lot of work for how little it's likely to affect anything. Beyond that, there's nothing.
But it's just fucking candy to you. Available everywhere. Such a nice surprise.
So you don't understand when people aren't happy, because for you it always works out again. You always get laid again. It's never really over. There's always more. You don't have to be ashamed of your body. You don't have to feel ugly all the time. People justify your existence in the best possible way.
And it's just a fucking joke and something to shove in other peoples faces. A fucking recreational activity.
