Maybe it is because the red pill shreds everything to its brutal core. I’ll surf the front page and feel lost in blue pilled sea. When I interact with most people and listen to their stories I’m bombarded with red pills and I understand the reasons for their suffering. It’s like knowing the code, but you can’t say anything and just play along.

I remember that blissful ignorance, but it’s been burned from my inner being. I feel fairly actualized and go about my life in a logical and stoic manner that ensures my self preservation. But I don’t think there is happiness after the red pill. Happiness is a delusion. I don’t know man, the shift in consciousness is real.