nah, not really. ive been there more times than i can count. it happens.
people believe in all kinds of crazy shit. its up to you if you can look past someones beliefs for a casual fling or something more serious.
i tend to not openly judge others for something that makes their life more bearable. life sucks, its confusing, and shitty, more often than it is rewarding or enjoyable. people never know what to expect, so they search for patterns to predict a better outcome for themselves, or at least a way to soften the blow of a potentially shitty outcome. some people like astrology, some people like drugs, god, the universal conciousness, whatever. pick your passion.
cant judge someone for being human, when you’re a human yourself. we all believe in something absolutely insane, and we all want to fuck each other.
plus, it can be fun to imagine that the stars aligned just for us, on this night…isnt it? even if it isnt true. its a beautiful illusion, and it can be appreciated when you suspend your disbelief until the morning light washes away the night, and all its constellations. and replaces it with bad breath, bed head, and a hangover in a strangers apartment.
life is easier when you dont take it seriously.
i did some calculations a few years back with some friends on a whim during a sidetracked DnD campaign. we came to the conclusion that capitalism is directly and indirectly responsible for over 20+ million recorded deaths annually all over the world, as a conservative estimate
main contributers were poverty, disease, war, lack of quality healthcare, and state violence.
we also found that the existence of 1 billionaire has an annual death count, purely by subtracting that money from the economic cycle and direct aid. i cant remember now, but it was in the thousands of deaths per billion denied to those in need by hoarding wealth.
billionaires are violent, purely through their existence. and we shouldnt tolerate any form of violence against us.
we should sincerely be dragging these fuckers into the street and ripping them to pieces.