I was born in the RIGHT generation - doom scrolling - chatgpt - doordash - unemployment - online gambling - world's first trillionaire

There are adult men hiding in the bathroom at work right now on their phones.

Maybe he flew her out to Monaco as a friend

Maybe people would actually visit Central Park if it had enough parking.

we can call it: central park

i have become unemployed walker of public parks

NYC is no longer a city, it is an algorithm. If you live in, say, Cincinnati, when you go to get ice cream with your friends, you really are just going to get ice cream with your friends. In NYC, this is not possible. You cannot just go to get ice cream, because, against your will, you are very self-consciously “someone who lives in NYC, going to get ice cream with their friends, in NYC.” You are never able to achieve full presence of mind because you are constantly placing yourself inside a chapter in some made up, schizophrenic and highly disorienting book. Put another way, as a New Yorker, you do not live in a city, but a massive, procedurally generated simulation of one. You are nothing more than a vapid unit of flesh and bone trapped since a Baudrillardian infinity mirror, where the references have their own references. You become more of a vague concept than a real person—some strange, soulless mix of ambition and violent/sexual impulses—and in your constant confusion you fail to ever become a true subject. You pay $17 for the ice cream cone. Then, you pull out your list of saved Instagram Reels which tell you where to get reservations for pasta later. When you arrive, you find yourself stuck in yet another long line, with people who look just like you. The longer you wait in lines like these, the harder it becomes to ever recover the soul of the person you were before you moved into your East Village studio.

Central Park is great, but it takes up a lot of space and isn’t utilized to its full potential. That’s why I worked with McKinsey on a plan to make it a state of the art data center, complemented by rooftop parking and nuclear power. We can still build beautiful things.

“If I had asked people what they wanted, they would have said faster horses” — Henry Ford

If we rebuilt Manhattan today

good content, algorithm please give me more of it thank you

“Sir, another 22 year old has found a job”

Self hatred is just narcissism wearing a cheap disguise. You think your failures are uniquely catastrophic, your awkwardness is unprecedented, your face is the most embarrassing anyone has ever seen. That is not humility. Humility means thinking about yourself less, not thinking worse of yourself. What you are doing is inverted grandiosity. It could be said the same about self pity too. It is just narcissism disguised as depth. It feels deep but it is mostly entitlement in a sad mask. You tell yourself you expect nothing, that you are worthless, yet the theatrical despair betrays a quiet demand. You want someone to disagree. You want the universe to finally acknowledge your hidden value. It is not that your pain is fake. It is that ordinary discomfort feels unbearable when you have no other way to feel special. The daily frictions of life a rude email, a canceled plan, a mild embarrassment are not enough. So you upgrade them to tragedies. You need a storyline with real weight because a storyline with no weight would reveal the terrifying possibility that you are just another person having a normal Tuesday. That is the deeper narcissism. You would rather be a tragic hero than a nobody. You would rather be broken in a unique and beautiful way than admit that your problems are mostly the same boring problems everyone has. Self hatred becomes the costume you wear to avoid the plain face of ordinary life. And the joke is that ordinary life, with all its small annoyances and small joys, is where actual peace lives. But you cannot get there as long as you need your suffering to be special. The hard truth is that pain is ordinary and no one is coming to certify your suffering as specially tragic. The real distinction is between wanting to take responsibility and wanting to be the reason. Taking responsibility fixes what you broke and moves on. Wanting to be the reason clings to guilt like a trophy because being the cause means you still matter. That is the trap. Your self hatred is not a moral position. It is just another way of keeping yourself at the center of every story.

“Money buys privacy, silence. the less money you have, the noisier it is; the thinner your walls, the closer your neighbors. the first thing you notice when you step into the house or apartment of a rich person is how quiet it is.” - Fran Lebowitz

RT @misak1nz: in 6 months life will be completely new again

I pray you experience this at least once in your life.

Bro is trauma dumping on tv