It all boils down to this: we’re trapped on a prison-planet filled with people who have not and probably never will get over themselves.
If you think all of this is a little funny and a little sad, and if you think it is whatever you make of it, and that most of what you have been told are lies, and that ‘being a person’ isn’t real— then maybe you’ll be all right. You’ll be paralyzingly aware that almost no one else thinks this, when you really get down to it, but you’ll be fine.
I mean, maybe! As far as I know this is the first time I’ve ever been alive, so what do I know.