The thought that I might eventuelly find someone who I can share my life with and I would share hers.
I DON’T KNOW
Inertia, stopping everything and giving up would require slightly more emotional labor than the status quo.
Adenosine triphosphate
Legs.
Basically nothing. But like I’m gonna die eventually, why try to rush to the finish line?
But what is the point of living a slow life, if it means you’ll die and it’ll all amount to nothing anyways?
There is no point to life. It’s not an fps adventure game, it’s a sandbox.
Some servers have FPS PvP, but most seek to go back to sandbox mode.
What’s the point of life at all? Its been slow the first 25 years, the rest being slow doesn’t bother me much anymore. I’m tired, but I’m too lazy to go out quick.
Careful, you’ll wake up one day with an onion on your belt excited about the early bird special at IHOP. It only gets faster, at least up to 40. I suspect it only continues to get faster until we’re just waking up for meals and napping and doing puzzles the rest of the day, which honestly still sounds pretty nice.
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Why does it need to “amount” to something? Do you know anything about most of the people who have lived? Do you expect that of everyone around you? Enjoy yourself, enjoy being alive and embodied while you are, maybe you accomplish something for someone else, maybe you don’t, no big deal. Just being here is an incredible thing to have.
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Because this is the only ride in town, might as well buy a ticket.
You never bought a ticket, you were born on the train.
Sheer fucking will? A night of sleep? LSD? I dunno.
Dietary fiber.
My pets. They deserve the best. They’re all so spoiled.
“My pets aren’t spoiled. They are compensated fairly for the services they provide.”
Coffee. Scary amounts of it.
Surprise. Fear and surprise. And ruthless efficiency.
And an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope!
I wasn’t expecting the Spanish Inquisition!
I was.
games, anime, programming, music and lemmy
The delusion that the world will inevitably turn out fine, despite occasionally saying the opposite. That, and the massive amount of stuff I still wanna do (games to play) and experiences to be had (music to be listened to, shows to be watched, computer mumbo jumbo to be learned)
Up to about the 1980s, the popular magazines used to frequently run cartoons with ragged-looking people holding up ‘It’s the END OF THE WORLD!!!’ signs. Guess they ran out of variants on that joke. But Doomsday Prophets have been around for centuries (some made big money from it) … and yet … here we all are.
We humans like to scare ourselves, but observation seems to show that it’s not a big worry. Will it all end, sure, some day. When? NOBODY KNOWS. Carpe diem, my friend … seize the day. And go ahead and make plans and execute them. Save your worry time for the little things that are inevitable.
Coffee.
Not that I’m drinking any at night.
That would be bad.