>>7248CONTINUED
One of the reasons that motivates me to upload the fictional stories that I invent along with my friend Yushitsuki is because I want to contribute my grain of sand to the internet, since it feels so empty and soulless. Doesn't it give you the impression that people act more like robots or machines? That they are nothing more than cattle for the so-called FAGMAN to make money with advertising and propaganda that brainwashes everyone? That the current internet is full of worthless garbage that claims to make us smarter but ends up making us dumber? That we act more out of inertia than willpower and only consume what is trendy without asking ourselves what things we truly enjoy? That in the long run, the materialistic nihilism mentality that characterizes social media will end up extirpating our souls in the midst of a spiritual cyber-genocide? It's like the NPC wojack meme, as they say they can't imagine anything, their mind is completely blank, and they lack imagination as if they were flesh and bone machines.
Don't misunderstand me, because I don't want to presume anything about myself, nor do I want to boast or anything because I don't want to be egocentric. But I've always been struck by the NPC wojack meme and that lack of imagination in society because I've always been the opposite. I could never silence my mind, or at most for a few minutes, because that silence is unbearable to me, and I can't help but wonder how the hell others can't imagine anything and have a blank mind. Were they born meditating or what?
That's where my friend Yushitsuki comes in, as he was a teacher who knew how to polish my strange ability that Level 1 ASD and ADHD gave me. He saw that potential and wants to exploit it, which makes me very happy because I found someone who celebrates my gift, someone who doesn't see my excess of imagination as a flaw, but as a virtue that I must, want, and need to unleash. Which leads me to the following conclusion:
We live in a soulless world, a world that is increasingly souless in which everything becomes plastified. Then an act of rebellion would be to act in such a way that you can be joyful, laugh in the face of the materialistic nihilism that I am tired of. I'm tired of finding pessimistic garbage because I want to be happy like a child, do what you really want even if they scream the opposite, be so free
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