Yes, that man in our heads is a prick people. A lame ass prick who has nothing better to do then watch Woody Allen movies and brood. The little man in our heads is wearing thick, square rimmed class, reading Dostoevsky, and sipping an americano secretly drowned in sugar.
The man in our heads is a douche.
A loud douche.
But despite his bullshit philosophy degree we all get sucked into his question, because deep down none of us have any fucking idea. We might know what we like, we might even know what makes us happy, but no way in hell do we know who we are.
and this little man, being the pervert that he is, knows that the only way we can gain that desirable identity is by fucking more people.
That’s it folks, sad to say it, but you are who you fuck. Although we may like to think that the development of our personality is due to some existential molding process, some combination of knowledge and wealth of experience, who we are is essentially determined by who we sleep with.
Yep, that’s it. We become cooler people by fucking more people. It’s like every person you have coitus with gives you some part of themselves - and I ain’t just talking ‘bout their genitals.
Now this, “exchange” can probably be done without sex, but realistically the effects wouldn’t be as quick or dramatic. I.e. you take more from people you’re in a relationship with then people who you are in a friendship with (unless you fuck your friends consistently, then power to you and your multi-dimensional personality).
My point here is that human beings are basically these big, meaty, weird animals that suck up personality through their genitals. The reason you had no concrete identity when you were a pre-teen is because your hormones were so fucked that they were trying to suck up everything (and probably not successfully sucking up anything). Ipso facto that weird goth phase you went through. That was just your penis/vagina going schizo and trying to carve a personality out of those Anne Rice novels you loved so much.
Seriously, didn’t some fucking Wiseman say one time that we’re defined by our experience?
Yep, experience. Get me?
That’s it.
Fuck more. Be cooler.
'DILF' of the Week
How the fuck have we not come upon this sooner. Have you watched Californication? This man is God. Everything about him is perfect. Need I whisper softly his sweet name? David Duchovny is the King of Deadbeats. I would gladly grow a pair of balls and model myself after him.
Realistically I will do just that, without the balls. The example himself, lots o' sex makes you lots o' interesting.
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