The world doesn’t revolve around me?! Of course the world revolves around me! It revolves around every one of us! Whichever dumb fsck said the world doesn’t revolve around me naturally thinks it reolves around him! You are always at the center of your own universe, there is no way around that. It’s the most important part of that whole existential nightmare routine. If it wasn’t true, Dostoevsky would have been an organ-grinding bum instead of a great author.
None of this makes any sense.
It’s early (i.e. less that six) AM and I’m working. That’s the very definition of dedication. I’m dedicated. I’m patting myself on the back. (pat. pat… pat.)