In defense of fat sadness.
Your Fat Friend
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I suggest paying less attention to your own emotions.

This would be beneficial for people in general.

A newborn thinks it’s the universe, a toddler thinks it’s the center of the universe, an adolescent thinks the vast yeast emotions boiling in their breast are of cosmic significance.

Becoming a worthwhile adult, as opposed to a childish, narcissistic, whining waste of otherwise perfectly good oxygen requires realizing that you are simply not very important. And your subjective emotional states matter -even less-.

PS: life is pain. It’s going to hurt you every single day of your life, 24/7, until you die… and then you get to be dead for a very long time.

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