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I guess the biggest fuck up of childhood is not fucking up enough times.

I didn’t waste it completely but damn I’m a loser. I live a loveless life with minimal achievements now, and my opportunities for friends and love were riddled with cringe and incest complexes.

Imagine dating some exuberant 16 year old white girl and having sex for the first time in someone’s upstairs bedroom of a HS house party after prom, making grand promises to each other with wide earnest eyes.

Imagine easily getting rock hard because you were raised to be extroverted because your parents were extroverted, because you have friends you can channel your love to, and you as a result didn’t have to cope with loneliness by castrating your mind with porn.

Imagine not even needing to go to college—because you’re confident enough to simply fall into a managerial position, because people listen to you, because you weren’t raised to fear their judgment, because your parents never tried to possess your rebelliousness.

Imagine settling down with your high school crush in an idyllic bliss, with no need to understand your mind via philosophy/psychology—simple heuristics will do, because you made the right assumptions about reality as a teenager. Imagine becoming a parent who teaches their children by the same passion, handing down a love that requires little analysis.

Is that an irresponsibility for the conservation of the world? The absolute state of domesticated bliss, free from societal planning? Trusting, generous, in control of your life, safe. I suppose the value of that exists in a modernist context, which lends suspicion as to it’s sustainability. Your ego had never learned the idea of difference, so would you be unyielding to changing the life you naturally adopted?

Maybe you would. In a state of crisis, these are the pillars of psychological security and community. Your state of mind in contact with your inner child—something everyone benefits from being near.

Or, in a state of peace, you may become put on the defense by the different, who now have the room to speak for themselves. And as you recline in your comfy workplace they may petition you, and you may do naught more than shrug your shoulders and wipe your brow as they throw their lives down for an idea in the name of saving their own life purpose from hell.

Yeah I’m kinda salty.