I studied philosophy three years because I wanted to do something that, while sounding prestigious, required basically zero work and a lot of bullshitting. I didn't get my degree since zero work wasn't enough and I couldn't be arsed.
I am a clueless bumbling fucktard on the best days, and that's my claim to normality.
I hated being a kid. I hated being adolescent. Now I hate being adult. Existence in general is a revolting thing.
I have long-ass hairs around the nipples and refuse to shave them. Sorry if this is a dealbreaker.
Being annoyed, stressed out, depressed or scared is how I have fun. I switch constantly between those states for maximum fun. I sometime mix them together to aquire ultrafun.
There's holes in nearly all of my underwears and socks, but they stop existing the moment I lose eye contact. This is also why I never intercoursed a woman.
I'd like to be able to soulfuck people. The impossibility of this ever happening makes me so mad.
I wish I was living in simpler times, I would just rob a bank. Money buys time and time is the only thing of value if you are well fed first worlder. I'd probably get shot, but still, that would save me some time.
My work is way less cool than it sounds at first. Like way waaaaay less.