individualism just becomes immune.

immune to emotions. immune to the constant let down that is the daily grind of life, that eventually, you have to succumb to, due to numerous reasons that defy everything you call 'principle'.

that huge abyss of a void, you hopelessly search to fill, that also served as some kind of a driving, mystery force, in your romanticized youth, just turns out later in life to be a progress seizing, stagnant, permanent canyon of defeat, once you come to the realization of, 'oh fuk, there's nothing that's ever gunna fill it, no matter how i change it up'...., yep. immune.

numb to the two split paths of, 'be the individual who refuses to succumb, stuck on principle, isolating yourself from the comforts the robots get, thus making you jaded,' or 'be the cookie cutter slave robot, suspended in a shallow state of common, numb happiness, that sprouts from some notion of getting it together and making payments on things you don't need, lacking almost all capacity to be empathetic and selfless'...

it's a tough call. oh well, at least i can always rely on my sunny disposition.