“I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven’s name, why is it so important to think the same things all together?”
Sometimes Sartre’s nausea hits me. Thankfully, I’m of a pretty cheerful disposition, but the nausea never really goes away.
I found a song for it. It is called “The Hate“. It’s in Norwegian, but don’t let that stop you. Feel the hatred. There’s a lot to feel angry about, and sometimes you just need to bask in it.