Learning

Well, that didn’t help.
Gives me time to think more though. Seem to be standing in an endless grey mist, in puddles of water that don’t feel wet. Nothing good came of this.
You know those dreams you have, your ambitions of being the best, when you are too young to get life’s shitty jokes? They live on, only we’re too scared to talk of them aloud now, to fit in the cynic “mature” image of responsible, realistic machines. A wise man, rather an Endless, said that the only reason we bear ourselves is because we consider each of our actions important in our little worlds. And if that dream is lifted from our eyes, the true insignificance would just destroy us.
I don’t want to feel important. I don’t need people to tell me what is important. I am worthless, and should understand my worthlessness completely.
Nope, this reminds me of anti heroism and Batman. Damn it.