
Okay, you little shit, I’m going to explain all this nice and simple for you.
He fucking knows.
He knows that life sucks. He knows that his happy fantasyland isn’t real. That no one actually cares about the things he does.
Do you think he’s somehow stupid?
At some point, though, it just doesn’t make sense to be cynical anymore.
Because while everything might be shit, you’re only making yourself miserable at the end of the day by loudly complaining about it. Instead of doing this counterproductive, vindictive bullshit, try fixing things every once in a while? Maybe if you act like the person you want the world to be full of, it might actually improve? It certainly can’t hurt.
This is the primary reason I relate to David so deeply. It’s not always smart to be cynical, and it’s not always naive to be sentimental or optimistic. Leave the happy people alone, Max.