I shouldn’t be writing right now, but I’m in a fuck-it type mood and this is one friday night, one week, out of one year. I’ll survive. I mean, truthfully speaking I can’t get in the habit of saying “Oh it’s just one night, it won’t hurt” Because eventually it’ll be more than one night and before you know it, I’m addicted to staying awake long hours. I’m joking.
I had a thought that I wanted to write down here.
Are people who don’t contemplate the meaning of life smarter than those who do? Because somehow they were able to understand that trying to know the meaning of life would take away the meaning of life? Or are we all dumb, dumb for trying and dumb for pretending not to care? Who is more dumb? The person who doesn’t put in the effort or the one who puts in the effort and makes a fool of themselves?
Also, I have come to the conclusion that the only way to be remembered by all of history, is by doing something truly evil. I’m talking Holocaust level evil. Or even more so, if the human morals are capable of dipping that low.