short storys

infinity rant

The theory of infinity has always interested me. So here's a rant on it.

If I threw myself into the pond out back right now. People would care. But there is an infinite amount of me that did, and did not. So no one really cares because everyone cares. If I shot myself right now, and infinite amount of people would be sad. An infinite amount would be happy, and an infinite amount wouldn't give two fucks. Nothing matters because there is an infinite amount of everything, therefore nothing has any value to anyone. I have no meaning because there are an infinite amount of me. Life is all choices, you choose your own fate. But fate isn't real because everyone has one therefore giving the future no phrpose. No meaning. There is not a reason to feel, because there is an infinite amount to do it for you.Nothing means anything because somewhere else there is infinite amount of you doing and not doing that thing. An infinite amount of happiness, and an infinite amount of sorrow. Nothing means anything anymore, between emotional, mental, and self induced trauma. I have become numb. BECAUSE NOTHING FUCKING MATTERS!