The world has rejected me and I legitimately do not care. Don’t worry this is a positive post

The world has rejected me for being a weird fuck. Jimmy crack corn, and I don’t care. I will keep on doing what makes me happy, even if nobody understands it. I may be here to promote artistic work, such as stories and writings and performances and other things that only a few people will notice, but I just want to make SURE that at the end of the day, it will make ME happy. And only me.

I think I belong in another era, tbh (I’m what they consider a “classical man in a modern era”) but at this point, I’m just gonna basically own that trait.

 

Hi,
I gotta admit that my last statement about how I should’ve existed in another era might have been overly shallow and fastidious. I was kind of limiting it to hobbies and interests, such as English folk music, 40s film technology, and 17th century literature and philosophy, and I can’t find too many (if any) millennials that are interested in these things, at all. Thus making it exceptionally difficult to relate to people. I’m aware that if I lived in an earlier era, conditions would be a hell of a lot more difficult and probably more of a struggle to survive in. Or maybe I meant into the FUTURE, idk. It didn’t really have anything to do with morals or virtues, just interests and a lifestyle I’m inclined towards, but I can see how you’d think that.

for example, I wouldn’t like to live during Black Death 1349, but what’s the difference between then and today’s times, amirite?

 

Well, there’s always the DeLorean, the Enterprise or the TARDIS.