I feel existentially anxious every now and then. I see squabbling on the forum, as if people are going to find their lives matter because they have the best taste in film, because they picked the C1, because they see fiat currencies for what they really are. To me it’s obvious that people are running around headless trying to find a reason why they matter, and I can’t laugh because I feel that way sometimes too. It’s all distraction and a way to avoid with dealing with the question of meaning directly.
I find trolling purposeful and meaningful: make people reevaluate their values by getting them enraged over stupid ****.
Sometimes it’s just a mood, but sometimes you have to sit down and clearly define things. Just don’t start a cult.