2019.11.23, by Ansel
Filed under Journal, Personal

Soon, I won’t be a man who exists anymore. The type of doubtful, cynical, unfriendly, shady character—jackass—that I am will never be able to come into existence. Not in a society that treats its citizens fairly and humanely. No one’s going to be as bitter and snide as I am, barring some horrible accident.

It’s kind of funny knowing that I’m the last of my kind. Ideally, I’m going to be one of the last.

I’m hoping not because of a nuclear holocaust.