The scenarios your run in here are like great science fiction. They’re impressive and detailed and insightful, but their not accurate for crap; Science fiction never has been. Look at 2001, did we have a space oddyessy? No, we got snowboarding in the Olympics and we overvalidated Carson Daly…My point is, your simulations are nothing more than anxieties. You’re afraid you don’t fit in. You’re afraid you’ll be alone. Great news! You share that with all of us, so, you’ll never be alone and you’ll always fit in.
None of us have to, go to anyone and the idea we do is a mental illness we contracted from breath mint commercials and Sandra Bullock. We can’t keep going to each other, until we learn to go to ourselves. Stop making our hatred of ourselves someone’s else job and just stop hating ourselves.
First entry in my stupid journal, today I had to run to get two imaginary friendship hats from an office. I could have just waked around the corner and then come back, but for some reason I actually went all the way back to where they were suppose to be. One was crumpled up a bit, that was Troy’s. The other was just a little dusty, that was Abed’s. I fixed them up even though I was the only one watching because I settled on a truth today, that’s always going to be true, I would do anything for my friends. Which is how I think is how everyone in the world feels, which finally makes me understand war.
