…that nobody will shed a tear when I’m dead and gone.
You all look for “the one”, that will love you “forever” and be next to you when you’re thirsty on your dying bed, next to all your grandchildren … I’ve yet to see a single grandchild learn from this experience. They all fucking repeat it, like imbeciles. The definition of insanity, doesn’t mean every five minutes. It encompasses life-times as well, you dumb bufoons!
Get born, go to school, get a permanent job, get married, make babies, retire, die. Stop me when i’m making any mistakes … 😉