I should let reality fall in my lap
I don't know whether this is normal, I'm not going to force you, but I will demand to know what's going on when I'm off the internet.
I should let reality fall in its will to be stupid perhaps, maybe even absurd, it all works out in the end, and gets back to its normal chaotic nature the next day.
The day after that is a breeze, I'm not going to get in trouble, I won't let myself suffer distress.
If it's wrong then it's wrong, and if it's immoral and aesthetic then it's aesthetic.
Things are the way they are, pretty much literally yet I finally admit that some of these things are symbolic and don't make sense.
If I have more money than sense then that's just me, if I'm buying clothes then I'm buying clothes, why should I be at war with reality?