this is a little sincere thing about how I feel- please comment BOOHOO WHITE BOY 😭 below every day I think for maybe 90% of the time I’m awake “this is a waste of time.” I don’t have a job that helps people in any tangible way, or one that makes a lot of money for my bombshell wife and my idiot son Jotaro Charmander Mead. I make comedy sketches, I go on my phone, and I get mad at teenagers in Washington Square Park for wearing more arcteryx than me. For 4 years, the only thing that really mattered to me was comedy. I was ok with hating my job, not having a girlfriend, having a mad small penis (just kidding) (its normal) because I had comedy, which was supposed to be good in and of itself. It didn’t matter if I was bombing or not getting anywhere career-wise, because I was young and on the grind and there was some kind of innate value in that. I stopped feeling like that sometime this year. Comedy became laborious. Big word. I’m very smart. I felt miserable when I posted something ...