ManOfTheYear
Fade, fade, fade, fade. Fade into the grave.
- Sep 22, 2025
- 46
Not that this isn't already the third mid life crisis this past week, today I had a the real one. Like the slap in the face type real one's that hit ya in old ages so I've heard, and now experienced lol I've been alive for 30 years- for no straight reason, no drives or desires outside the one unobtainable to which I spent most of all my time, effort, and being trying to find this knowing damn well from the get go it doesn't exist. I recollected all my past memories, achievements, failures and the rollercoaster of changes I've had internally & externally and the unwavering stagnation my idealistic mind has maintained for the past sentience emergence. I look out at everyone else equally not understanding wtf is going on and I realize it really actually doesn't fucking matter. I'm on a planet with a species that pretends to be self aware, but can't talk to eachother even with all these languages. Sad shit happens everyday and everyone's seeing out a lil square box that slowly becomes more and more faded. I could have taken my life at any point and it would have all just ceased to exist. I'd never had to go through more, I'd never had to listen to someone pull me back a hundred times over, just to be throw back into BS I never wanted to do in the first place. I wonder if the animals are experiencing this to, as they age, that it feels during present moments like a foggy distant memory.
