Date: 2025-05-17

Cook, plant, pretend, repeat

Welcome to the museum of the mediocre, curated by you. You document
your life like it's a revolution, but it reads like a parking ticket.
No one cares what junk food you ate yesterday, how many times you
visit toilet and how your fat wife's nail is chipped. That's all
mediocrity with a publish button.

I have no idea why people write this kind of content diarrhea. Maybe
somebody is really interesting in it and read that junk?

Seriously? Like you went out of bus, saw the bench and three trees
infront of you, then you eat some burger while your leg still hurts?
Later you add some bonus, that you drink some tea and talk about your
feelings with someone wearing new sandals? 

Is this what you can offer to the world? Sharing detailed hardly
retouched story about the way how you shit in the toilet? Do you
believe someone in the world cares if you eat kebab or pizza and if it
cointains mushrooms or pinneaple? For human's sake!

Don't stress. If you wrote how you planted a potato in the garden and
watered it, you belongs to the same master class of stupidity.

Look, I get it, life is hard. But must you insist on vomiting every
dull second of your existence into the digital void? Not everything
needs to be shared. Step away from the keyboard unless you've wrestled
a bear, joined a cult, or started a punk band with your grandma.

Viva la revolution! And here's a selfie with my salad. Some people
write to provoke thought, others just provoke yawns.