No, being as weird as me is a burden. I would not wish it on anyone.

I know too much, I’ve gone too far, I’ve metaphysically fucked around and found out.

Why would I wish this on anyone else?

I know the sad truth of suicide is simply kicking the can further down the road to deal with it in another life.

I understand the oppressive inevitability of people needing to make their own mistakes before they grow and learn.

I see through the facade of reality and know the answers to all the questions. Including the most terrifying truth of all.

Nobody. Wants. Answers.

Everyone just wants to figure out their own questions.

But it’s all perfect anyways. You don’t need to save the world, or even change it. It’s all going to be okay and there’s not a Goddamn thing you can do about it.

The only choice you really have is how kind you can be while the script plays on.

So are you being kind? To strangers? To your friends? To your family? To yourself?

Because that’s the only thing that really matters.

Gelato isn’t vegan?!

I love this.

This is for the purpose of being able to eat as many olives as you like and it cannot be counted.

How many olives did you eat?

Hmm, I ate olive.