I wanted to add this. Sad Chads aren’t just mopey every second. It’s not some gotcha if you’re seen smiling. No one’s trying to keep their unhappiness streak like it would mean something.
In Gaza when the playing is finished and the thought of your old bed in a house filled with love comes to you while you’re sleeping rough alone in the rubble, there’s no camera to capture your sorrow.
This is the kind of black and white thinking that’s just chomping at the bit for secretarian nonsense. Trying to be sufficiently happy is a sad place to put yourself.
Why does being a doomer and seeking out joy and hope for yourself and others have to be mutually exclusive?
I’m both, fuck you
I wanted to add this. Sad Chads aren’t just mopey every second. It’s not some gotcha if you’re seen smiling. No one’s trying to keep their unhappiness streak like it would mean something.
In Gaza when the playing is finished and the thought of your old bed in a house filled with love comes to you while you’re sleeping rough alone in the rubble, there’s no camera to capture your sorrow.
This is the kind of black and white thinking that’s just chomping at the bit for secretarian nonsense. Trying to be sufficiently happy is a sad place to put yourself.