If I ever hear someone use the phrase “post-[whatever] complex” again I’m going to make a point to outlive them so I can throw up on their grave
That sounds kind of mean, so I probably won’t do it
I don’t want to be mean
But really: I go places with people sometimes, and they make a point to say the worst things to strangers maybe as a way to impress them
We all get that your girlfriend dumped you one time
And as a result you had a lot of time to read some fucking books that other people haven’t read
And you want everyone to know that you have read these books and have memorized passages written inside
For god’s sake, you jerks
Listen: all you need to know is that there are fruits and vegetables and things that contain protein and things that contain fiber
And there are penises and vaginas also
And there is warmth and cold and fear and pain
And even then you don’t need words for these things . . . you either get along with them or you don’t
And if you don’t, you die
It’s OK: you were going to die anyway
And when you die you’re no worse off than anyone else that has ever come before you
Death is a road we’re all on, son
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