Omg
I really shouldn't drink or eat while reading this thread. Too much potential for spluttering.
This writing is TERRIBLE. I hate it when Ruby tries to be deep. She's as profound as a pothole.
'Self-assigned' purpose makes me think she's going to write herself another note: t
his is your self-assigned porpoise. No other porpoise is your porpoise.
You can only have one porpoise. I wanted mummy to buy me a pony, but Sartre said that we need to find a porpoise.
Surely finding your own purpose in life would be the opposite of defeatist? I can't believe Ruby just throws that opinion out there with zero explanation, and to make matters worse, adds an 'of course' as though
everyone should find existentialism defeatist.
Then she starts to waffle about being distant and nondescript which makes no sense either. She loses the plot completely and babbles on about feathered twilight mists and lilac clouds as though she's channeling Robert Plant during the Tolkien phase.
Make it stop.