"So what happened??", one may ask.
"Why the sudden pessimism...?"
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Honestly, as much as you almost expected this answer, I don't know...
All I remember is looking at the average man on the L-train and wondering; where does he get that from..?? Where does he get this crazy determination from..?? This mind-numbing thrust towards perpetual stagnation. Where does he get the courage to get up in the morning and carry on with this little charade of meaningfulness that he calls his life..?? His, oh-such-an-important-job-in-such-a-big-company, life.. How does this guy with a stained shirt and a beer gut actually think he's doing something worthwhile in his life..?? Why does he have that i'm-so-important look on his face..??
Doesn't he read the papers..??
Doesn't he live in the same world that I do..??
A world where standing up for what you believe in gets you beaten to death..
A world where the average citizen standing next to you on the bus stop will not "interfere" if you get mugged right in front of him..
A world where lies and deceit are a widely accepted form of entertainment..
Why would he bother to have hope in such a world..??
What drives this man..??
Why does he stare so self-righteously at my girlfriend..??
Why does he think he is so great, when there is, honestly, nothing exceptional about him..??
How does he think he deserves to ogle at young girl's body like that..??
What makes him think he deserves it..??
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The probable ingredients of my constant sadist pessimism:
A mixture of several negative news incidents, stringed together by my assured failure in various aspects of life, catalyzed by my concern for the safety of the girl I love..
.
Honestly, as much as you almost expected this answer, I don't know...
All I remember is looking at the average man on the L-train and wondering; where does he get that from..?? Where does he get this crazy determination from..?? This mind-numbing thrust towards perpetual stagnation. Where does he get the courage to get up in the morning and carry on with this little charade of meaningfulness that he calls his life..?? His, oh-such-an-important-job-in-such-a-big-company, life.. How does this guy with a stained shirt and a beer gut actually think he's doing something worthwhile in his life..?? Why does he have that i'm-so-important look on his face..??
Doesn't he read the papers..??
Doesn't he live in the same world that I do..??
A world where standing up for what you believe in gets you beaten to death..
A world where the average citizen standing next to you on the bus stop will not "interfere" if you get mugged right in front of him..
A world where lies and deceit are a widely accepted form of entertainment..
Why would he bother to have hope in such a world..??
What drives this man..??
Why does he stare so self-righteously at my girlfriend..??
Why does he think he is so great, when there is, honestly, nothing exceptional about him..??
How does he think he deserves to ogle at young girl's body like that..??
What makes him think he deserves it..??
.
.
The probable ingredients of my constant sadist pessimism:
A mixture of several negative news incidents, stringed together by my assured failure in various aspects of life, catalyzed by my concern for the safety of the girl I love..
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