>>299501We're much the same in that regard. Not having any strengths, I mean.
Neither wisdom or intellect, nor a strong will or determinate mind. Dysgenic and physically bastardized, of poor health and ill mind. I live day to day as wishy washy as possible, unsure of what I'm doing at any given moment. The few times I go outside, it's quite easy to see the palpable revulsion I elicit in many.
I'm not certain I have conviction in anything, or possess an opinion on anything, and I'm satisfied staying indoors forever.
I failed HS, but recovered with a GED, which itself was a decision forced upon me, and now, years, years and months later, I nevertheless sit still, at home once more, not really sure if I can even tackle college, putting waste to a meaningless certificate, and retiring yet another futile endeavor.
I've a tested IQ of 104, and recede from any challenging activities.
Small talk only further emboldens my image of functional retardation. I wish I lived in a more purely mechanical world of strictly topic important input and output, and nothing beside.
Lately, also, I've forgotten how to speak, and so familiar with a blank mind, the haze and fantasy, the sweetnothings indistinguishable from reality whispered by a mind given up, I can no longer differentiate the unreal from real, and thus merry away in bed jovial, a smile on my face, as I live without living, dead without dying. Sleep is good, and dreams are swell.
21st century or not, this would've probably always played out much the same.
Makes me glad fiction exists in surplus today. I'm truly, sincerely grateful, for failing everything here, I can simply indefinitely escape to there.
Let me end this meaningless quibble with this: A failed organism, self-aware of its pathetic vermin self, is afforded at least some comfort- knowing he no longer has to try, for as all he does comes to naught, he can therefore play away till death does him apart, producing a result much the same, and doing good on natures behalf, ridding the world of another piece of trash.
Surely, the heavens smile at the man keeping things clean. I've made someone up there happy by eliminating myself from the functional, beautiful people, and likely would've made him happier still were I just aborted.