“To be a person, one should be like the trapezius muscle. Wherever there’s a lack of strength, they all come to you for help, needing you everywhere.”


My eyes filled with tears when I read this powerful sentence, climbing on the treadmill at 11am this morning. As I lost myself in thought, being reminded of my painful shoulder training from yesterday, the sentence wasted a valuable 30 seconds of my life, which is less than 100 years long. I’m fairly certain I won't live to be older than 100 years old, because there hasn’t been such a history in my mom’s or my dad’s family.


I personally don’t want to live past 89 because I fear losing productivity and happiness at that age—but this is just my own preference, not a judgment on others. That said, I’ll probably change my mind once I get closer to 80. For now, lifespan isn’t even a priority for me, so my opinion might shift anytime.






Just like bees producing honey and shit, humans are functional animals who live and breathe to produce. It’s just that the functions of humans are more diversified, and the production skills may vary based on the qualities of individuals. At the end of the day, it’s not a matter of if one has the “ambition” or “motivation” to produce; everyone is producing regardless of their willingness. Even when one just rots in bed and watches useless anime for all the days, they still release carbon dioxide and poop.


I always perceive pooping as a fantastic exercise. I admire the large quantity of creatures that poop, and the corresponding really high frequency of their pooping activities. For human beings, even when one suffers from extreme intestinal disorders constipation issues, they still poop. If not once a day, then 3 days a week, once a week.


Amazing.


I embrace my natural mission to produce, but I don’t give a shit about what to produce. Labelling “meanings” to items is useless and fake and born of people’s insecurities. Everything and everyone is just tiny parts of a large system. Dumb as fuck people resist the system and waste their time on “meanings”. Less dumb people admit and praise the system. Not dumb at all people know that even the system is also meaningless and stupid and nothing other than large.


Building a rocket, giving birth to a baby, pooping, solving a math problem, chickens laying eggs, writing a poem, farting, fixing an engine of a car, vomiting, putting cream and bread together to make a dessert. All the activities listed above are the same. They are all production. I’d be equally happy to do any of them based on my available resources and energy. This is why I gave my friends that proud look when I threw up outside that frat house. I produced vomit.


While I don’t give a fuck about what I produce, I do care about the methods and the productivity. This is why I hate the education I received in China. They make children follow a bunch of useless rules, such as no talking during lunch / mandatory ugly and not even comfortable uniforms. Inputs of such rules are purely the consumption of children’s energy. They don’t lead to any output. In fact, if children could recharge through socializing/be comfortable in outfits they choose for themselves, there might be a higher chance of quantity and quality of their production. More stupidly, out of their insecurity and constant catastrophizing thoughts, they further consume children’s youth through mandatory exercises of repetitive super super-easy problem sets (mock exams), which leads to ZERO outcome due to marginal regression.


No productivity. Entirely stupid.


So, to improve the productivity of myself and my possible offspring, I’ve decided to move away from China. I also plan to marry someone without a stupid, inefficient Chinese mindset to produce offspring with higher intelligence. As I’m still searching for an efficient place to settle down, contact me if you’re not stupid and interested in getting married.








Schopenhauer thinks one has to be really rich to be factually free. Though unclear about the boundary to be really rich, I agree with such an idea, as really rich people’s minds are not inevitably occupied with unimportant things, such as ways to avoid traffic. I plan to become really rich, and sometimes get lost in an obsession with really rich people when tricked by my ego. I think about how rich people poop. There’s a possibility that rich people poop differently because of the difference in fiber intake from their super-rich diets, which I’m not certain about because I’m not good at biology. But I do believe that super-rich people do have a different pooping mindset. While they shit, they don’t need to overthink daily items and feel stressed as most people do. When I become really rich, I will actually 100% just focus on pooping while pooping, immersed in the very natural art of production.


I have to become really rich to enjoy pooping completely.

I will earn money.


Anyways, I’m not saying that not really rich people can’t achieve things. Some of them still create pretty good. For example, Dear Zijie’s family was not super rich, but they still managed to create a poem with rhythm. The poem brought our entire high school laughter and provoked us to think. The amazing poem is a meaningless amazing work of art indeed.


It goes like this:

“你做了对不起我的事，我不能视而不见”

(“You did something wrong to me, I can't turn a blind eye.”)


Amazing brainrotting. Anyways, brainrotting itself is already pretty amazing, since it breaks all borders among gender, nationality, and culture. Everyone relates to everyone through brainrotting.





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