Post Published: October 24, 2020  

Smile, Sweetheart. Nobody Cares.

I once liked a guy who often closed any insightful chats we shared with “No one cares. Nobody cares.”

There was always a whiny emphasis on the repetition, an urgency in his tone to end the discussion there, to settle the finality and truth of his nihilistic worldview into the romantically fertile landscape my brain over which he’d been given jurisdiction for the time.

I’m starting to believe it worked. Or, perhaps, I’ve always been a nihilist myself, beneath my own fabrications and bullshit. That’s probably more likely, given my tastes in apathetic and detached men.

But this isn’t about my boring and predictably short-lived love affairs. This is about the Truth, as I am discovering it, as it is revealing itself to me. This is about Truth as I perceive it, and so in itself the Truth can never fit its own rigid definition. Because, as I discover and perceive it, Truth is a construction of the individual perception.

And individuals are funnels of bullshit.

In any event, it’s true that nobody cares.

 


Share this

 

Tell me what you think before we both die

 

 

 

 

Get on my level👇🏽

gimme your e-mail & never miss a roast. post, I mean. never miss a post.

 

READ A 📚 👇🏽

 

you should get your own website and start affiliate marketing. Let's talk about it.

 

 

THE LATESTS

What Do You Want? 🤨 (It’s Not That Simple 🥺)

I want to feel strong and powerful and energetic and forceful again. I want to feel free and invincible.

The Loudest Lie

Once you've developed a recognition and a sort of safe familiarity with your own depression all you know for

Be Free

I am loveable and also deserving of love. But equally so we're all deserving of honesty. 

Your Body Is A Gift

My body, a gift. What an arbitrarily beautiful thing to say to someone. It's a beautiful notion, not even

Call It Abuse

A living, breathing human being was purposely harmed. And we saw it, and we heard it, and we witnessed

Out Do Yourself

I've always been obsessed with the philosophy of it, the invisible aspect. The drive, the desire, the single-mindedness.

POEMS FROM THE 💖

the magical invisible

I can say that I […]

Anyway

Maybe she's always exactly right On time every time Maybe it doesn't matter anyway

chevron trimmings

My love covers my fear in a heavy, fancy coat, and expensive hat. It gave my doubt smart Isotoner

Fun house

It's cool though because what I do know is the size and shape of my insecurity

 

 

More Love Notes from Your Fave

My Name Is Pain

Every break up hurts a […]...

Onward, Ho!

Please pardon this intrusion, of […]...

Adding Up The Chaos

And it’s perhaps only because of the disappointment, drama, and pain, that I was able face these truths....

Pretty Psychopath

my big brown eyes catching all that natural light
...

The Beerman

That's okay so I forgot you were a charmer, and nothing more than a showman...