TOPIC: jams Q and A!

jam wrote:
Understandable, have a great day

Are you a chad?

Hellsdevil wrote: Jam told me to answer this one for him
"Nah im a sweaty virgin lmaoooo"

honest opinion on me?

Nogtog wrote: nah bro man's pulling bare e girls

Not Not Pablo Pablo wrote: it's quite clear you're trying to fit in in the discord but a lot of the time it just comes off as cringe especially when you use the same 4 gifs to reply to anything

jam wrote: Me using a satellite to find who tf asked

orbadoc wrote: 9354.2423.2828

Apollo Freeman wrote: im selling all of my skins for ssrp stuff

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What are your thoughts on the opinion that nothing in life matters at all and everything we do is just so we can work for money and go through our lives slaving away for paper while trying to create memories that are essentially just better moments than what you have at the current moment and moments you will never be able to experience again while getting older and older and your life getting worse until you die having achieved nothing 99% of the time?

Nogtog wrote: idk

Apollo Freeman wrote: what

Nogtog wrote: Why would you care if nothing really matters in the end? Just do shit that make your dick go hard and enjoy life before you wither away to nothingness

jam wrote: hey guys my copy pasta didnt work this is what i meant to say: The question is: Is it better to be alive or dead? Is it nobler to put up with all the nasty things that luck throws your way, or to fight against all those troubles by simply putting an end to them once and for all? Dying, sleeping—that’s all dying is—a sleep that ends all the heartache and shocks that life on earth gives us—that’s an achievement to wish for. To die, to sleep—to sleep, maybe to dream. Ah, but there’s the catch: in death’s sleep who knows what kind of dreams might come, after we’ve put the noise and commotion of life behind us. That’s certainly something to worry about. That’s the consideration that makes us stretch out our sufferings so long. After all, who would put up with all life’s humiliations—the abuse from superiors, the insults of arrogant men, the pangs of unrequited love, the inefficiency of the legal system, the rudeness of people in office, and the mistreatment good people have to take from bad—when you could simply take out your knife and call it quits? Who would choose to grunt and sweat through an exhausting life, unless they were afraid of something dreadful after death, the undiscovered country from which no visitor returns, which we wonder about without getting any answers from and which makes us stick to the evils we know rather than rush off to seek the ones we don’t? Fear of death makes us all cowards, and our natural boldness becomes weak with too much thinking. Actions that should be carried out at once get misdirected, and stop being actions at all.

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