I don't know much, or at all. I say "I don't know" all the time, without thinking. When I do *try to know*, it can take hours of rumination. I analyse my psychology like a psychotherapist trying to dig out my darkest desires. I become shadowed & confused, polluted with insanity. When I don't try to *know*, I can feel empty. Because, it seems very important *to know*. If you don't know, you're either not taken seriously, or noone cares about you, or everyone tells you to come back to them when you do know. Every part of our society is built around *knowing*. Even if you know that you are a murderous psychopath, that's okay! Because you know!
Think about it: you can't do anything if you don't know. You walk down the city: "where should I go?" You go buy food: "what should I buy?" You have free time: "how should I spend it?".
Sometimes, no matter how combustingly hard you think, you still won't know.
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De TodoI write in here when I feel insane. Read this if you want an uncomfortable trip down the crappy slumbering parts of the human neuronal slush. An ode self-hatred.
