Life and Donuts by Pablo Stanley
The problem I have with this is why the fuck SHOULD you be caring and understanding? Or any sort of other “Be nice” stuff?
I mean, unless that makes YOU happy indirectly, why should you do anything for anybody but yourself?
I mean, if dedicating your life to helping others is the equivilant to screwing over and ruining the lives of as many people as possible because of the insignificance of life, well. Why would you do anything but whatever makes you, specifically happy?
This sort of mentality seems like it’d just create a bunch of jerks.
The only reason you’d ever help anybody else is because it makes YOU feel better, after all.