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Last night we were out for dinner with my sister, brother, and sister-in-law.
It was okay in ways, but for the most part yet another case of experiential cost overwhelming experiential value.
Even merely trying to describe it feels a waste of time given how well communication between separate instances of individuality tends to go.
What "I" keep coming back to is that time is a waste of time, by which I really mean "seeing <ineffable> as though it were confined to a space/time context is a waste of space/time".
More explanation would dull that blade. You either get it, or your don't.
And that's a huge part of the disappointment of individuality, that rising above one's current estate therein invariably lowers the chances of communication with those who haven't similarly risen of having any idea what you're talking/typing about - although of *course* they see it precisely the opposite way (they: genius | you: idiot) for not being able to "see above their level", as it were.
So here's the reality of individuality: you're either alone in having risen above how the masses model <ineffable>, or jumping over your own knees attempting to appear just as goddamned moronically stupid as the masses, e.g. "OH MY! THE SPORTS TEAM AND/OR BAND AND/OR POLITICAL PARTY AND/OR GENDER I IDENTIFY WITH NOT TO MENTION THE WEATHER!!! ISN'T IT JUST AMAZING?!!! OH MY!"
No wonder those way wiser than I so often seem to see individuality as the very essence of hopelessness.