- Silentone2
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Master Chief w/o his Helmet!
Stosh <3's me vicariously... at least someone does...
Just remember this:
Everyone, every single person that you're worrying about socially right now will eventually be dead and completely forgotten. Including you. Whether or not you go to some damn party. Hell, it might happen sooner if you go to that party.
All this pain, all this dread, all this self-hatred is nonsense. Evolution cursed you with a longing for social acceptance, but that's simply because those that lived with such dread passed their genes on. They themselves still died, and their offspring will still die. What meaning is there in that? You're going to die whether or not you feel bad about who you are, what chance determined you to be. Are you going to force yourself to be miserable because of the urges of a primate?
Meaning may or may not exist, but it is an invention of the human mind either way. Ask the trillions of dead if they found ultimate meaning in their drinks and parties. The silence is your answer. Just because they wanted it, doesn't mean you have to want it.
You are, for the moment, different than them. You live at the beginning of an age where humans may move beyond their mortality. Sure, the utter majority, if not all of us, will die anyway, but for the moment you still have a chance. Don't be upset because chance determined that you should have a slightly less risky night. Besides, if you live and they don't, who does evolution determine the victor?
So buck-up sunshine, and you might just live long enough to matter.
Hugs and kisses.