Nihilistic Intentions
Barely rolling out of bed before dusk, I immediately reach for the electronic black mirror glass, a black hole of emptiness marketed as a societal solution to emptiness and connection. I turn off flight mode, a barrage of notifications ensues
No, I don’t care about 20% off some website I bought one thing at 2 years ago.
No, I don’t care about that new video post from an account I never subscribed to, how about giving me notifications of the accounts I do subscribe to? Oh wait, they’re censored or cancelled.
No, I don’t care that Uber Eats has a surge currently in my area, can’t you see I’m in bed still?
No, I don’t care about the awaiting potential matches I have on that dating app, they aren’t even real and I don’t have $49 to pay to unlock them.
Snapchat from so and so, “strrreeaakksss” on a black screen, fuck’s sake.
Social media, 1 person liked my intellectual post, 170 liked the stupid meme about 9/11. In fact one person replied to my post, arguing the devils advocate of course, fuck you.
I scroll Youtube, it’s dead as usual, no cool dudes with the based morning news bulletins I used to listen to, in fact my subscription feed hasn’t updated in 3 days, is there anybody left?
I open odysee, bitchute, too much alt media alarmist bullshit.
I turn music on and lay back and daydream of relationships I had with the world prior to smartphones. I listen to trance songs which keep me in a state of daydream, I witness fun times I had in relationships past, when chicks were alright, not burdened by cosmetic “enhancements”, nor disgusted looks on their faces, or a waist the size of the circumference of Jupiter.
2PM. The time I promised myself to roll out of bed. Comes and goes. 15 minutes spent pondering how usual the day will be, why I even bother, or if I’ll ever return to normal work now I’ve had a taste of living on the edge of the system thanks to fakeseen [wo]mandates. I reach again for the phone, turning on a good ol’ mgtow podcast from way back. At least I can rest a little easier while doing my morning routine knowing I am not alone in this atomised nihilism, and that there are some guys out there who can talk about topics intellectually.
Cooking breakfast after brushing my teeth in the ensuite of my one-room pod, which consumes half of my income, I wonder if I’ll even speak to anyone today. I don’t even want to anymore. Was I born to question this shit existence? I took a Big 5 personality trait test, I got 0% for agreeableness and 90% for open-minded, so I guess I am predisposed to saying “what is this fucking bullshit?” and then considering many preferable logical (to me) solutions.
But I sit down at breakfast, I open fakebook and I am immediately presented with a post “Suggested for me”, a fucking news article from a mainstream paper, ‘Premier declares plans for 6 City Megaregions’. Why the fuck would this be suggested for me? I am a tribal anarchist, can’t you tell from my consistent bans for violating the “community” guidelines, perhaps suggest posts that tell me to go form my own community outside of fakebook, oh right, they’re banned. I have my own community guidelines and that involves telling degenerate banker fuck heads where to shove their 6 city megaregion. Fuck off fakebook.
I don’t even know why I keep on with these empty social medias, or maybe I do. It is a great unfortunance that these are indeed the last bastion of social connection, as everybody in the wild is glued to these things. The only opportunities I get to talk to people is if they are working and it is part of a transaction, even then, most are completely disengaged in their “service”. One of the main reasons I am able to go on, however, is that I am not “invisible” as many other men are. I am not bad looking, have charisma, and get eyes on me frequently, and it is every so often that someone will engage in the service environment. This can give me motivation for at least another day, before descending into yet another streak of non-events.
There is an observable divide in this era of extreme decadence and quantitative easing. Those already with wealth prior to the slight runny nose and headache go on as if nothing has happened, able to comfortably afford housing, cars and nights out, good social circle and also able to afford continual blind support of liberal values, if they can at all be referred to as…”values”(only those of wealth allow decadence and liberalism to destroy their society as they cannot give up the comforts in lieu of morals). Then there is the other, the undermensch, those left to suffer on the endless rent cycle, on the endless wage stagnation plateau, on the end of the stick of inflation, those with Trudeau’s unacceptable views, those with a desire for a society based on collective morals (Nazi’s, of course), those with nothing but discontent, disconnection, and disinformation [fact checked].
I have great ideas for great societies, along with many others, however there is no longer any outlet for such. This engages a strong movement of nihilstic propogation. A large number of people are now atomised in a system that requires diversity but a single point of view, science but only one conclusion, religion but only about climate emergency, multiculturalism but plain boring ugly buildings and art, ethnic restaurants but only those with $3 tacos and bottomless tapas, parades and festivals but only that of rainbow flags and mostly peaceful protests, universities but only for those with all the preceding traits. For these people, it is a daily boot to the face, the struggle to survive is no longer one of finding enough food or staying warm, but one of a living hell of degenerate activity with no strong cohesion or meaning. If the debate on which of these I would prefer the struggle to be, it must always be the former.
So go on, boomer, tell me it’s the best and safest time to be alive and to be grateful.
