really though….. nothing matters in the end, its meaningless. you could be a big happy fat rich boy in life, but you’re a nothing nobody when you’re facing death and nothing that matters to you in life, means anything when you’re walking out the door. I drive by an old cemetery often. Close enough I can read the tomb stones in the front. many of them are like 1901-1976 or something like that 1890-1978 and I think to myself, that person died as I was being born, and probably nobody gives the slightest f*** at this point in time and they don’t even know it. Everyone they knew is probably also dead. Doesn’t mean s*** to anyone. They made exactly zero impact, other than to be an afterthought to their great great grand kids who never met them.

So to that, I say enjoy your life in whatever way you see fit, with who you see fit, or with nobody at all if that makes you happy or you can always kill yourself too if you don’t like the direction. It really doesn’t matter, nobody gives a s*** in the end 🙂 Maybe I’m just a psychopath and I’m just looking at it from my own perspective? I don’t really honestly give a s*** about anyone I have ever known whether they are dead or alive. If they are dead, it doesn’t really matter anymore. They’re gone. It’s a waste of time thinking about it.