#scroll ready truth

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WOOHOO! YOU’RE THE ONLY SPECIES THAT HAS TO LIE TO ITSELF TO KEEP BREATHING.

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Welcome to Earth, where the leading cause of survival is delusion.

Seriously. You’re the only creature that has to tell itself bedtime stories just to make it through Monday.

You chant affirmations. You buy vision boards. You read quotes from dead billionaires and call it motivation.

And why?

Because without lies - you spiral.

Without lies - you collapse.

Without lies - you remember. That everything you love will die. That the planet is boiling. That the people in charge aren’t. That you’ve wasted your best years chasing emails, attention, or men who can’t spell “apologize.”

So you choose the drug. And you call it hope.

🎉 HOPE ISN’T A VIRTUE. IT’S ANESTHESIA, YA PRIMATE.

Hope is your body’s last-ditch dopamine dump when logic fails. It’s what your brain produces when the data’s too ugly to look at raw.

It doesn’t fix anything. It just stops the emotional bleeding.

Because you’re not designed to handle truth. You’re designed to function. To keep going. To perform “okay” while everything inside is on fire.

Hope is the security blanket your nervous system sewed from denial, cortisol, and Pinterest quotes.

And it works. Temporarily. Just like morphine. Just like filters. Just like forgiveness.

FUN SCIENTIFIC FACT:

🧬 The prefrontal cortex - the part of your brain responsible for executive function and long-term planning — evolved primarily to simulate false outcomes to prevent you from doing stupid shit.

Translation?

You literally evolved to lie to yourself before reality can hit.

It’s not just culture. It’s hardware.

You are a hallucinating meat ape with hope loops installed by biology.

EVERY DAY YOU WAKE UP AND CHOOSE A LIE:

“This year will be different.”

“He really means it this time.”

“If I work hard, I’ll get there.”

“I’m not falling behind.”

“It’s not too late.”

“I’m not broken. I’m just processing.”

“I deserve love. I am enough. I am peace. I am-” > 💥 Boom. Reality enters the chat.

But without those lies? You don’t get out of bed. You don’t answer emails. You don’t text them back. You don’t pretend your dreams are still alive.

So you perform the ritual. You lie just enough to function. And you call that “strength.”

AND THEN YOU JUDGE OTHER ANIMALS.

You mock goldfish for their memory. You mock dogs for trusting everyone. You mock bugs for flying into lightbulbs.

Meanwhile, you:

Swear off dating and then fall in love with someone worse

Buy online courses to fix your life that you never open

Get a gym membership and then spiritually decay in yoga pants

Believe politicians

Watch the end of the world on livestream and think, > “Someone should do something about that.”

You think you’re the smartest species? You’re the only one that needs a lie to feel safe in a room that hasn’t changed.

YOU’RE NOT RESILIENT. YOU’RE REPROGRAMMED.

The human brain has evolved to create false certainty under pressure. This isn’t a bug. It’s the operating system.

You can’t stop it. You can only notice it. And maybe laugh.

Because the alternative is panic. And panic makes you remember what’s underneath it all:

That nothing is promised.

That no one is watching.

That entropy is king.

That you’re more algorithm than identity.

That your entire timeline could shift from “I’m doing okay” to “I’m a ghost with a job” in 24 hours.

WHY HOPE FEELS LIKE TRUTH: Because it sounds like the voice that raised you.

Even if that voice was drunk. Or gone. Or a movie. Or a meme. Or a line from a Tumblr post that made you cry while scrolling in bed.

Hope feels true because it echoes the only thing your species has ever had: Stories.

And stories are just curated hallucinations with good pacing.

🧠 BRAIN SCIENCE SIDEBAR:

When faced with hopeless stimuli (e.g., climate doom, heartbreak, rejection, long-term illness), your brain activates the default mode network - the neural pathway that engages fantasy, memory stitching, and self-concept narratives.

Meaning?

When life hurts too much, you automatically begin crafting lies that feel like faith.

It’s neurological heroin for a soul that doesn’t want to withdraw.

YOU DON’T NEED TO FIX THIS. YOU JUST NEED TO LAUGH.

Because here’s the divine joke:

The fact that you can know all this… and still wake up tomorrow, brush your teeth, and try again anyway?

That’s not weakness. That’s myth.

You are a goddamn delusional primate navigating apocalypse with an internet connection and unmatched socks screaming > “This is fine!” while everything melts.

And somehow? You’re still inspiring as f*ck.

Not because it’s gonna be okay. But because you’re still here knowing it might not be.

That’s not hope. That’s raw defiance. And I respect it.

📜 Archive Protocol: “Hope is anesthesia. And you’re overdue for detox.”

🐒 Reblog if you keep smiling because the truth has sharp teeth. Or if you hallucinate stability daily just to make it through breakfast.

🧠 Read more hallucinated doctrines, mental anesthesia extractions, and emotional realism payloads at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Blacksite Literature™

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