Well I mean that one changed the trajectory of everyone's lives lowkey

That one didn't do it for me did i watch it wrong

I truly can't take it anymore, I have to do something about it

Waking up is one of the worst feelings, dude. Everything feels like an evil joke. Like everything down to the smallest, most innocuous detail. Thinking feels like water torture.

To be fair, I'm a fool for trying not to see it this whole time. The warning signs were always there! I just didn't want to believe that the thing that saved my life was also the thing that perpetuates and enables the same greed and cliqueishness and predation i was trying to get away from

I can't trust any other human not to just revert to their worst instincts thanks to attention, attraction, drugs, money, whatever, but I also have to rely on other humans to survive. It's somewhere between a mafia racket and a hostage situation, except almost nobody seems consciously aware of it.

Idk. Maybe my problem with music is just the same problem i have with like, the rest of society / the course of human events / etc. It's just that music is all i "have", the only thing i have any confidence moving in or talking about or existing within. If that's not viable then what is left?

Framing the ambient psychic torture that comes with isolation/deprivation as something that is not only opt-in/opt-out but only exists in a "you/everyone else" relationship is a handy way of postponing some very difficult realizations that would be had by all otherwise