Depression and laughter cannot exist within the same space.
It’s impossible to experience depression when you’re laughing your ass off.
Start laughing more.
Pretentiously profound Twitter sells. Vague concepts, the looser defined the better. Big, sweeping generalisations. No quarter to nuance.
I think you can do about half of those and still not be totally full of shit, aesthetics over accuracy and whatnot, but some do go full BS.
That dude is like a nuclear takes factory.
How do people manage to go through life with thousands constantly explaining why you're full of shit, and it not affect them?