Positivity helps with diddly squat
Some people may think that I'm too critical in my blog, and that I'm a very negative person. Well, I can't imagine where they got that impression, but let me tell you guys something. They're right! I am pretty much negative about everything. That's because I'm so perfect that nothing else measures up to me. I have judged the universe and found it wanting. I mean, where did everyone get the idea that it's good to be positive anyway? Self-help books? Hello, has anyone ever noticed that only losers read self-help books? Fuck all that "the first step to recovery is admitting that you have a problem" bullshit. Here are my opinions on self-help. Admitting you have a problem, even to yourself, will just make you the focus of everyone else's predatory instincts when they know that you have weaknesses they can exploit.

What's there to be so positive about, anyway? Take a good, long look into the mirror, everyone. See yourself without any delusions. What do you see? A piece of animated but decaying meat, wandering around on this planet aimlessly, doing absolutely nothing that affects the world in any significant way whatsoever. Just think, it's only going to get worse. Hate your wrinkles? Man, oh man, wait till you see yourself 5 or 10 years down the road. As the years go by, the longer you survive, the more wrinkles you'll have. Your limbs will lose their suppleness, and you will become impotent. No matter what measures you take to prolong your life and avoid the inevitable touch of death, sooner or later, you will still die. So why try so hard to prepare for the future and make your life better? You will still end up 6 feet deep at the end of it all. No one ever gets out of this life alive, people. That's the honest fucking truth.

Stupid self-help books are always trying to convince people that their lives make a difference. They're all wrong. In the long run, even the life of the whole fucking species of homo sapiens sapiens affects dick on this planet. Looking at the larger picture, even the entire planet makes no difference to the universe. Indeed, if our sun were to suddenly disappear, the universe would still go on pretty much as it always had before, and you think that you, a tiny little dot on another insignificant dot orbiting another insignificant dot can make a fucking difference? Dream on, my friend you stupid motherfuckers. The only difference you could ever make in this universe is to raise the average IQ of the entire universe. When you die, that is. Which will be soon, relatively speaking.

I think that positivity is overrated. Nothing ever gets done by being positive, does it? People are so gullible these days, not to mention greedy. That's why they get seduced by self-help books. They think that the answers to life's problems are contained in those books, but they're wrong, of course. The answers to life's questions are not encapsulated within any books. Nor anywhere else, for that matter. The simple answer is that there are no answers to life's problems. Why can't people just face up to the truth that life is tough and was meant to be tough? Why can't people just accept the fact they are powerless to change anything, even in their own lives? Why do so many people try to be positive as if it would make their lives better? It's simply stupid to expect anything to go anywhere but downhill. So wise up now, humble readers. Give up.

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