Look, I was a bit slow understanding a joke, so were 90% here. I got it and made another joke about it, that 90% here did not get because they were busy voting the “evil guy” down and making spiteful comments about somebody seemingly not the sharpest knive in the drawer. I got the joke. Took me three minutes. You, OTOH, will be the small minded, cowardish piece of shit that you are for all your life. Your mentality attacking anonymously out of the crowd, looking for a “victim” that momentarilly has no lobby is what we see from people like the ICE. I’ve got a pretty wife I have been married to for more than two decades, she’s got more character under her toenail than you’ll have all your life. So I still might “die alone”, right, asshole. But I still prefer it to living a life like yours.
Yes. As intellectual a reply as I expected from people like you. But maybe I am a bit too hard, Did you get retention again, sweetie? Ate up the other kids crayons, again?
Their hand quivers, and they can feel their legs shake, “Maybe this is the time” they think to themselves, if they can find the courage that is.
Maybe it will end like a meet-cute and the future love their life will get out their car and help them out and pick them up and send them on a glorious adventure.
Or maybe it will just sever their spine and it will be over.
But! The driver will remember them and their face for the rest of their life, their death having given meaning to their existence as the driver will go on to travel the world and have the adventure of a lifetime in response to this random stranger they collided with. Knowing that even if its not personally lived but that the adventure was had by their presence…
But their daydreams are snapped out by the sound of a car horn and the engine roaring past.
The moment is gone but the heart still flutters and the adrenaline pumps through their veins, less than the first time they thought about this but enough to still feel the rush of life they don’t live.
“There is always the next car,” they think, “maybe, this time I will try yelling at them.”
b_tr3e@feddit.org 5 weeks ago
Look, I was a bit slow understanding a joke, so were 90% here. I got it and made another joke about it, that 90% here did not get because they were busy voting the “evil guy” down and making spiteful comments about somebody seemingly not the sharpest knive in the drawer. I got the joke. Took me three minutes. You, OTOH, will be the small minded, cowardish piece of shit that you are for all your life. Your mentality attacking anonymously out of the crowd, looking for a “victim” that momentarilly has no lobby is what we see from people like the ICE. I’ve got a pretty wife I have been married to for more than two decades, she’s got more character under her toenail than you’ll have all your life. So I still might “die alone”, right, asshole. But I still prefer it to living a life like yours.
Krauerking@lemy.lol 5 weeks ago
Booooooo
b_tr3e@feddit.org 5 weeks ago
Yes. As intellectual a reply as I expected from people like you. But maybe I am a bit too hard, Did you get retention again, sweetie? Ate up the other kids crayons, again?
A_Very_Big_Fan@lemmy.world 5 weeks ago
You got the response you deserve. Boo hoo.
Krauerking@lemy.lol 5 weeks ago
Their hand quivers, and they can feel their legs shake, “Maybe this is the time” they think to themselves, if they can find the courage that is.
Maybe it will end like a meet-cute and the future love their life will get out their car and help them out and pick them up and send them on a glorious adventure.
Or maybe it will just sever their spine and it will be over.
But! The driver will remember them and their face for the rest of their life, their death having given meaning to their existence as the driver will go on to travel the world and have the adventure of a lifetime in response to this random stranger they collided with. Knowing that even if its not personally lived but that the adventure was had by their presence…
But their daydreams are snapped out by the sound of a car horn and the engine roaring past.
The moment is gone but the heart still flutters and the adrenaline pumps through their veins, less than the first time they thought about this but enough to still feel the rush of life they don’t live. “There is always the next car,” they think, “maybe, this time I will try yelling at them.”
ssfckdt@lemmy.blahaj.zone 5 weeks ago
Hey, have fun, die