Тонкое искусство пофигизма
Chapter 1
Themoreyouwanttobespirituallyenlightened,themoreself-centeredandshallowyoubecomeintryingtogetthere.
It’slikethisonetimeItrippedonacidanditfeltlikethemoreIwalkedtowardahouse,thefartherawaythehousegotfromme.Andyes,IjustusedmyLSDhallucinationstomakeaphilosophicalpointabouthappiness.Nofucksgiven.
AstheexistentialphilosopherAlbertCamussaid(andI’mprettysurehewasn’tonLSDatthetime):“Youwillneverbehappyifyoucontinuetosearchforwhathappinessconsistsof.Youwillneverliveifyouarelookingforthemeaningoflife.”
Orputmoresimply:
Don’ttry.
Now,Iknowwhatyou’resaying:“Mark,thisismakingmynipplesallhard,butwhatabouttheCamaroI’vebeensavingupfor?WhataboutthebeachbodyI’vebeenstarvingmyselffor?Afterall,Ipaidalotofmoneyforthatabmachine!WhataboutthebighouseonthelakeI’vebeendreamingof?IfIstopgivingafuckaboutthosethings—well,thenI’llneverachieveanything.Idon’twantthattohappen,doI?”
Sogladyouasked.
