When life just blows... Fukitol®
What is anything anymore, but merely mental constructs. You guys don't
even necessarily exist, but hey, at least I am under the belief the I
have someone to talk to. At least I can talk to what my conception of
sapient online entities is, drawing away from the stress of talking to
realistic philosophical zombies.
Welp, I don't have any hobbies, except, thinking, existing, and
searching the internet. The me I originally conceived of
hypothetically plays the guitar, but guess what, that's not even me.
That's what I merely conceive myself to be, my ego, instead of me.
I want to talk to people here who are tired of this long dream. Maybe
we can go to another one together. fukitol.