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I keep wondering now and then what sort of things I would actually regret once and -if I- get older. Given I am the owner of this terribly secure personality I seldom get the feeling that I’m missing something. But the truth is we are all missing something since and when we make up our minds about our lifestyle.

I would talk to people and discover I could only get a warm feeling almost ever. But that would just make me stronger. I take this impossibility of connecting with most people as a virtue since I believe people are nothing but selfish normalized pricks.

And that makes me feel wonderful; we know happiness is nothing but the joyfulness we get out of a third party’s misfortune. Nevertheless, deep inside of me I get this feeling that I can’t be that right: how could I be? Few people would add to my radical and self-destructive ideas. If living my own life was actually such a cool habit then we’d have thousands of assholes living the same way –meaning my way.

Yet I still cannot find a flaw to my own destructive lifestyle. And when I label it as “destructive” I may not mean it literally, however everybody believes that disrupting social habits would straightly lead to a conscious and indeed grievous self-destruction. Though, of course, I get a more positive view on the topic.