I DON’T KNOW
Inertia, stopping everything and giving up would require slightly more emotional labor than the status quo.
Fear of death
Coffee.
Not that I’m drinking any at night.
That would be bad.
Sheer fucking will? A night of sleep? LSD? I dunno.
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Because this is the only ride in town, might as well buy a ticket.
You never bought a ticket, you were born on the train.
Love and hope. I want to live a good life and I want my family to live good lives too.
Love for my family and friends, mostly. Aside from that, spite for the things that want me dead.
Dietary fiber.
The delusion that the world will inevitably turn out fine, despite occasionally saying the opposite. That, and the massive amount of stuff I still wanna do (games to play) and experiences to be had (music to be listened to, shows to be watched, computer mumbo jumbo to be learned)
Up to about the 1980s, the popular magazines used to frequently run cartoons with ragged-looking people holding up ‘It’s the END OF THE WORLD!!!’ signs. Guess they ran out of variants on that joke. But Doomsday Prophets have been around for centuries (some made big money from it) … and yet … here we all are.
We humans like to scare ourselves, but observation seems to show that it’s not a big worry. Will it all end, sure, some day. When? NOBODY KNOWS. Carpe diem, my friend … seize the day. And go ahead and make plans and execute them. Save your worry time for the little things that are inevitable.
My wife and my son, my hobbies, and also Bob’s Burgers, Psych and Community.
Adenosine triphosphate
Legs.
My pets. They deserve the best. They’re all so spoiled.
“My pets aren’t spoiled. They are compensated fairly for the services they provide.”