Why is it that bloopies, in the classic fruedian way, continue to distract themselves from the details and purposefully confuse themselves in order to maintain their fantasy?

Bloopies lack the willpower to impose their being on others and instead spend their lives immersed in their inane daily pleasures. They claim to be masters of their fate, but in the classic Hegelian sense, their slaves to the pleasures of life. All while their girlfriends get whipped creamed by some other dude. Life is too short to live according to your anglo-american slave morality.

That’s why the purple pill is gay. Instead of mentally challenging yourselves by reading difficult books and striving for the peaks, you’re stuck in mediocrity and absorb all your information from the television like the NPC you are. When bloopies start to stress, they try to fictionalize the situation and maintain the consistency of their fantasy. Instead of pursuing heroic pleasure they up the Xanax dose and play with their Star Wars toys. Your fantasy is held together by the constant stream of visual images from your phones, tvs, etc. You live in a simulation where each day you accept the NPC script, but refuse to see the world for what it really is.