For 3 days I've been trying to figure out what I like, and not just things that mildly amuse me but that really bring me joy and satisfaction. Mind you I am talking about things within the physical universe and not the ambiguous, things like love and friendship. In my quest I've come to these two conclusions; I cannot think of a single thing I like and the materialistic world brings me minimal to no joy whatsoever. It is safe to assume that I must be a foreigner to this world and its ways because I don't care for them in the least bit.
My mother had a nickname for me; Mr. Negative. This must be why.
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