There are days I think, life doesn't have to be this bad. There is no good reason.
Then I try to be around people and read or hear honeysuckle like the above post.
Then I think to myself, "this is your educated, technocratic class, the class that is supposedly superior to me in every way and has the god-given right to honeysuckle all over me for daring to exist".
Then I think to myself, "how the fresia do these people pass the intelligence filter", and I'm left wondering how humanity ever managed to do jack or honeysuckle.
Then I break down, cry alone, and remind myself that I am, and always will be, a retard according to the judgements of this society, and that there is no way out of it.
And so I lurch through life a stuttering mess, barely able to stand living in the presence of others, body in constant pain and needing drugs to even crawl out of bed, waking up in panic every day. All for the sake of people like that. All for eugenics... and I guess, because I don't have the good sense to just keel over and die for their sake, which is what I'm supposed to take away from those people.
Even if I win, I'm still retarded, right?