uziq wrote:
almost all printers, magazine publishers, book publishers, etc. have tree planting schemes set-up. the paper trade isn't exactly the most injurious thing on the planet, larssen. do you avoid driving and diesel public transport? lmao.
the NPC meme is there to describe people with no salient personality characteristics and who are the zero degree kelvin of normalcy. that's you. you are the literal mean average of taste. you think going to restaurants makes you a cultivated and interesting guy. you listen to shitty landfill dance music. you probably go to a gym wearing beats by dre and pump to kendrick lamar. you're not even a stereotype, you are the 21st century white european cookie-cutting template itself, my guy.
Our public transport is indeed almost wholly electric or hydrogen powered. I don't have a car, no need, and rarely drive. Enfin, these aren't intentional practices on my part rather just a comfort preference.
I have no beats. The music I play in the gym is usually my spotify favorites shuffle and rarely rap or house/trance for that matter. Anything from prokofiev to in flames. I don't eat linguine every day, but I like to cook and occasionally eat at great restaurants because I appreciate the art of cooking (gasp, he said it again!). I have a fantastic life & career that's rather abnormal than mediocre, but thx, even if it was I wouldn't mind as I enjoy it.
You on the other hand seem wholly convinced your existence is something special, unique, curated and cultivated. Meanwhile you sit in your 1 bedroom apartment marginally contributing to society by slaving away editing other people's original thought. You may produce a little poetry on the side, but it's honestly no different from the housewife with a pilates teaching gig on the side, or the part-time painter making awful 'art' nobody gives a toss about. Life will not change as you get older and older - a steady contract at a publishing firm about the pinnacle of achievement in that tiny world. You'll end up leaving nothing of note in your wake and bore your grandchildren to death with a treatise on art in the early 21st century.