Yeah, I agree with that. I think it’s the same sentiment as what I feel towards my parents. I didn’t ask to exist, but they created me anyway and now I have to live with the consequences of their actions. Regardless of what my parent’s intentions were, I have been subjected to human experience through no choice of my own.

BUT I’m not going to peace out right now because after digging myself out all the shame and self-loathing I’ve buried myself in I’ve actually come to enjoy being alive.

So on the one hand I curse my parents for my existence, but I also thank them. The ability to explore the gamut of human emotions is fun, even if those emotions fuckin’ suck sometimes.

I’m constantly going back and forth on whether or not I believe in “God” because every time I try to imagine what that would even mean my understanding of reality shifts in a way. I certainly don’t believe in a white bearded man living in the clouds, but I believe in me, and I believe in you, and I believe in the you that believes in me and one day I’ll find out if this drill really can pierce the heavens.