All you poorfags in third world shitholes think you're suffering because you don't have iphones and air conditioning and whatever, but the brutal truth is you're actually the lucky ones still coping with the "maybe life gets better" delusion. Once your countries actually develop and you get all the consoom shit you think will make you happy, you're gonna realize NOTHING changed inside. You'll be sitting there with your full belly and comfortable bed, finally free from the survival grind, and that's when the real horror hits. The suffocating boredom, the emptiness, the absolute meaninglessness of it all. We in developed countries already know this. We've been sated with every pleasure and luxury, and we're more miserable than ever because there's no more copes left. You can't blame poverty anymore. You can't fantasize about how good the rich have it. You just face the raw reality that existence itself is the problem, that consciousness was a mistake, that the only true relief is non-existence. So yeah, enjoy your "development"n you're speedrunning toward the same soul-crushing realization we already had: that life is fundamentally not worth living no matter how much material comfort you stack on top of the void. The only difference is you still have hope, and that runs out the second you achieve what you think you want.
