How The Undertaker Threw Mankind Off Hell In A Cell, And The Captivating Story Of Reddit's Famous Shittymorph

lthough relatively unknown outside of the Reddit community, Chris, better known as Redditor “Shittymorph,” has become one of the most notable users on the site for his carefully crafted comments that lead to an unexpected punchline, featuring The Undertaker Threw Mankind Off Hell In A Cell meme. Despite mostly keeping to himself and avoiding the limelight, Chris agreed to let us interview him about his internet fame, opinion on meme culture, and the incredibly captivating story of his life through all the various ups and downs he’s experienced over the years. Get to know the man behind the meme and see what it’s really like to be one of Reddit’s most well-known users.

(Artwork by Isuru Malshan)

Q: Hey, Chris. We hope you’re staying safe and avoiding the pandemic. So you mentioned to me when we first spoke that you were living the “van life” as a vagabond in the Badlands of South Dakota. Can you elaborate on that and tell us how you got into this lifestyle?

A: Well, currently for me, it's the "Subaru Outback life," but for many years it was the "van life." My mother likes to call me her “Feral Child.” I first lived out of a van in Salt Lake City when I was 18 years old. I did so to save money, and because I enjoyed the lifestyle. I had foolishly dropped out of school to pursue a career as an actor. Things started off well, I joined the Actors Equity Association and got a job acting in an Irish play with the Salt Lake Acting Company. It was with my first check from acting in that play that I purchased an old 1972 Ford Econoline with a table and couches in the back that folded down into a bed. I showered at a gym and waited tables at a 24-hour diner to make some extra cash. I attended acting classes with various teachers in the city. After a couple of years of doing that, I made my way out to California where I picked up a 1974 Chevy Van with a similar setup. For a couple more years, I lived in and around a little town called North San Juan, California, which is a couple of miles from the Yuba River -- so yes, I was the guy living in a van down by the river. One of the best times of my life in retrospect. During this time, I would also drive down to the San Francisco Bay Area to audition for film roles. Surprisingly, I landed a couple of lead roles in some really crappy movies. Over the years since, I have enjoyed living a similarly minimalist lifestyle. On one occasion I lived 30-plus miles off into the woods next to a potbelly pig pen in a tiny one-room cabin that had been converted from a chicken coop. I didn't have a car and would walk 3-plus miles out to the nearest busy road, hitch a ride to town, buy food/supplies, and then hitch back. I lived there as a favor to a friend who needed his place and animals watched while he was out of town. While it was a unique summer full of adventure, I was happy when it was time to leave. Another summer I spent living with only a motorcycle, sleeping bag, and a sleeping pad. That was some real open-ended beautiful freedom.

(Illustration of Chris from one of his roles in a film by Isuru Malshan.)

Recently I ended up on the land of the Bureau of Land Management (BLM) overlooking "The Badlands'' outside of Wall, South Dakota. My lease on my property in Montana ended as spring came around, and searching for a new place with COVID-19 going on seems a bit more difficult than it normally might be. I learned South Dakota still allows dispersed camping on BLM land, so I decided to pass the time that way. I could fulfill my social-distancing obligation while answering the call of my inner vagabond. I've spent my time at The Badlands reading and writing. Every so often, I'll rent a room to get a much-needed shower. Not sure where I will end up next, but I'll have a better idea once the coronavirus restrictions ease up. I've also had some steady "real jobs'' in-between my adventures, but I get bored way too easily to stay in one place for too long. That’s not such a conducive thing to holding down a “real job.” I try to find the elusive balance between working too much and actually living. I've never really wanted more than I needed -- and wouldn't want to have the most things or the largest pile of money when it's time to hit the graveyard. Making time to experience life instead of working life away has been a focus for me. Maybe I'm lazy and irresponsible, or maybe I'm just easily bored and distracted when running in a hamster wheel for years on end. The "van life," or nomadic wandering, leads to experiences you can't purchase or plan for -- and I find a huge value in those experiences.

(A photo of The Badlands Chris snapped while traveling.)

Q: I’ve always wanted to try that lifestyle myself one day. Alright, let’s backtrack a bit. Would you mind filling us in on some of your background, what you do for a living, and what else you’re currently up to?

A: I highly recommend that you do try the lifestyle for yourself when you can. It's a special kind of freedom. My background: I was born in Hayward, California in the East Bay Area. I lived there for the first few years of my life. I also spent time in Berkeley, Tracy, Fairfield, and Galt growing up. My mother was chasing a degree in social work, and we moved around quite a lot so she could do that. We also ended up living in Newberg, Oregon, Eau Claire, Wisconsin, and Salt Lake City, Utah.

Regarding what I do for work, I'm pretty much the definition of a "jack-of-all-trades." I was active in the medicinal cannabis industry in California before it was recreationally legal, which was before corporations started to run that show. I was a licensed grower and had a few small warehouses over the better part of a decade. Also, I've acted in both film and theater, sold cheese at a cheese shop, waited tables, worked as a carpenter, an electrician, a front-desk guy at a resort, the inventory guy at an auto salvage yard, and a computer repair technician. I've washed dishes for $6 an hour at a fisherman's bar on the Oregon Coast, and I’ve made a decent living working for an international computer parts company in LA as the guy in charge of their IT department. When "the meme" started blowing up on Reddit, it helped me get a better-paying job within the company (at least for a while). My boss was an avid Redditor and enjoyed seeing my stuff on the front page. He eventually asked if I wanted to be moved from “the IT guy” to “Director of Marketing.” It was a big jump for me and came with a pay raise -- and even though I've been working with computers since I was 5, I really had no formal training in marketing. That didn't seem to matter to my boss who saw value in the response that the meme and my other posts were generating. The marketing job also allowed me the benefit of working remotely, which meant I didn't have to live in soul-crushing LA. I rented a cheap piece of land in rural Montana and did my job from there. I was laid off not long ago (maybe I'm not THAT good at marketing or maybe business was just slow like my boss said), and I’ve been blowing in the wind a bit ever since. For a couple of years, on and off, I have been working on a book that I hope to release someday. I can never seem to finish it just how I want, but I'm shaving the edges off now that I have an excess amount of time on my hands and can't (shouldn't) run off into the woods whenever I want to.

(A "Subaru Sleeper" similar to his current home.)

Q: Before you became known as the famous Redditor “Shittymorph,” were you active on the platform in another way? What was your history with Reddit like before then, and did you try anything similar to Shittymorph in the past?

A: I have been around Reddit for 9 or 10 years now using various accounts and have had some cool experiences because of it. At one point, I ended up on “The Jimmy Kimmel Show” thanks to a viral video. Also, an effort I put together to send free tennis balls to dogs around the world caught on fire and was featured on the BBC, NBC, ABC, and others -- that was probably my favorite thing I’ve done as far as “viral” stuff because of how many humans and dogs it affected in a positive way. Both of those things happened thanks to traffic that started on Reddit. My efforts weren’t always entirely altruistic though. At one point in time, I was interested in utilizing clicks from Reddit to get a few easy bucks from the YouTube Adsense program -- dropping clickbaity stuff with sensationalized descriptions. Eventually (and after being called out for doing so), I stopped doing that and started using Reddit as it was meant to be used.

I previously tried my hand at meme-type accounts too -- I've had a couple. One was Shittyfreestyle -- where I would write and record a song in response to a relevant post, then upload it all in an hour or so. It was shitty, as advertised, but a good challenge that kept me busy for a while. It only generated a lukewarm response at best. I had another meme account briefly (and I don't even remember the name of it) where I would ramble off-topic about how "my dad would always make Dennison's Chili back before he cheated on mom." It was funny nonsense to me but didn't catch on. That account was sort of in the vein of Rogersimon10, aka the infamous “Jumper Cables Guy” that talked in a nonchalant manner about his father mercilessly beating him with jumper cables. I'm not really active on other platforms except maybe Instagram where I post a lot of pictures of dogs.

Q: I know this is deeply personal, but you told me you sort of came up with the idea for Shittymorph after your father killed himself. How did such a tragic event in your life result in you wanting to make people happy and laugh alongside you?

A: That was an incredibly tragic time in my life and also happens to be when the meme began to take shape. My father had disappeared from my life when I was a young teenager. In my mid-20s I reconnected with him, but he was a shell of the man I had in my memory. He had transformed into a hardcore alcoholic -- and I'm not talking about a functioning alcoholic who goes to the bar every night after work … I'm talking about sitting at home by himself with endless bottles of liquor going at it until he passed out and then right back at it when he woke up. He wasn’t always like that. He also had a tendency to be incredibly cruel when he was drunk and then wouldn't remember what he said the next day. He had six kids -- four of which I don't even know where they live or what they look like. If he talked to them like he talked to me, I could understand why I was the only one around at the end of his life. I found that I was willing to process the venom that spewed from his drunken mouth and felt that he was really just talking to himself. I maintained compassion, empathy, and a strong desire to help him. Maybe I was motivated by the years he was missing from my childhood. I drove him to rehab a couple of times and sent him money for his bills even though I was barely getting by myself. When he went to jail not long before he passed, I fixed up his house for him, built a dog run in his backyard, installed A/C, washed his clothes and bedding. I really tried and wanted to help him get back on his feet. When he got out of jail a few months later, he was just upset that I had dumped his wine out. No mention of the improvements or acknowledgments of my efforts to help. That hurt a little, and I think it was then I realized he was beyond help. I sometimes think he couldn’t see my efforts because he was blinded by his alcoholism. Still, I kept trying to show him love and let him know that he wasn't alone in this world. There’s a haiku that goes, “Is there any hope, in saving a drowning man, if he wants to drown,” and the answer is no.

It was a couple of weeks before he died that I stopped by his house to see him. His gate was locked and I considered hopping the fence to knock on his door … but I didn't. I wrote a note telling him to call me, that I missed him, and that I loved him. I wrote my phone number just in case he didn't have it, I slipped the note in his mailbox and left.

When my phone rang a couple of weeks later and my caller ID showed a phone number with his area code, I anxiously answered expecting to hear his voice. Instead it was the San Joaquin County Sheriff. They had found the note I left for my dad next to his decomposed body. I often wonder why he didn’t call if he found the note before he died. The sheriff told me my father had previously called the cops on himself for feeling suicidal. They confiscated his rifle and had him committed on a 51/50 hold [72-hour involuntary hold]. He was given a lot of pharmaceuticals at the mental hospital -- stuff like lithium. I'm sure when he got out and back to his house he stopped taking his medication until he decided to take it all at once. Even though his official cause of death was “unknown due to decomposition” there were several empty pill bottles next to three suicide notes. There was also a book on "How To Commit Suicide" with several chapters earmarked. I spent a few weeks cleaning out his house and going through his belongings. There were hundreds of empty bottles of wine spilling out from every cabinet and closet -- endless large trash bags full of empty bottles strewn around the property. Alcohol and his demons teamed up to get the best of him and he decided to quit. The walls and everything in the house smelled like death and most everything had to be thrown away.

Sometimes I feel my dad’s life was a sort of Shakespearian tragedy. He had the world at his fingertips and decided he didn’t want it. On a selfish note I believe the experience and aftermath left me emotionally damaged. I'm probably still not all the way fixed, because I don't think you can ever really get over something like that -- you just make room for it and learn to live with it. Since then, I've struggled with my own crazy existential depression -- repeatedly searching for the meaning or purpose of life in my head, back and forth, even though I know it's not there. That depression was turned up to 11 as I dealt with the mess he left behind. I sometimes wonder if the Shittymorph thing came from my own amplified insanity that I experienced in the following months. I didn't have professional help or even really anyone to talk to about it … I processed it in my own weird way. I bought an old RV and started to do my vagabond thing, but no matter where I went, I couldn't get away from all the "what ifs." Wherever I went, there I was -- and that kind of depression is not something you can run or drive away from. It follows you until you find a place for it, and then it forever stares at you from the memories. Finally, one evening, I posted what would eventually be the meme. I laughed maniacally out loud to myself for five or 10 minutes after I dropped that first one. The laughter seemed to help throw some water on the burning depression. The fact that other people found the meme funny was a bonus -- truly an “everybody wins” situation, and it’s been going ever since.

(The first morph posted on his Reddit account.)

Q: Thanks for sharing this story, I know it's probably not easy to talk about. I think your ability to somewhat heal and come to an understanding is inspiring. I don't know how I would react in that situation. So, you started the Shittymorph account on January 3rd, 2016. What was the intention for the account back then, and how did you come up with the concept? Did Rickrolling have any impact on this idea?

A: The intention of the account was originally to "morph" pictures together. I would take two similar pictures and, using a dot mapping program, morph one into the next. Here's one that shows how OP’s mom looks like Bradley Cooper. Just like my Shittyfreestyle account, my efforts were average at best. While some could say I morph paragraphs in a shitty way, I didn't intend for that when I started the account. I saw an out-of-context reference to the match on Facebook and decided to try my hand at tricking people into reading it. First I started with just the main line, but then added a bit more text so people would unsuspectingly run into it. I've refined the meme along the way -- the paragraphs are short enough to be worth a read and not long enough for a lazy reader to skip over them. On another Redditor’s suggestion, I started spelling out the numbers “nineteen ninety-eight” and “sixteen” so people couldn't scan the end of paragraphs for numbers. Finally, I adjusted the frequency by which I drop the meme so people don't get burnt out on it. Even though it has been called a “text-based Rickroll,” Rickrolling wasn’t a huge influence for me -- although I admit to having dropped my fair share of them back in the day.

Q: Your setup refers to a seemingly random 1998 pro-wrestling match between The Undertaker and Mankind, what made you decide to reference this in particular? Are you a fan of wrestling, or was it just something you found humorous?

A: I am not a huge wrestling fan these days but do have appreciation for the choreographed athleticism involved. I was a big fan back when I was a kid … I even remember eating some horrible WWF cereal. In one of the good memories I have with my father, he would take me to the video rental store on weekends and let me pick out WWF VHS tapes -- Survivor Series, Summer Slam, Royal Rumble, Wrestlemania. It was right around when The Undertaker came on the scene. I'll never forget my father (who had a morbid sense of humor) laughing about the name of The Undertaker’s manager, "Paul Bearer" (RIP Bill Moody). The inspiration for the meme though, as I previously mentioned, came from seeing an out-of-context reference to the match on a Facebook post about dogs. I picked up on the humor behind the non-sequitur and added my own spice to the mix. Eventually, it evolved into the bait-and-switch humor I use now.

Q: So when you craft the copypasta and carefully lead into the punchline for a number of setups/comments, how did you typically come up with the text to keep it fresh and funny?

A: Keeping it fresh is pretty easy to do just by moderating the frequency by which I'll drop the comments. Absence does make the heart grow fonder. When I started, I didn't understand this and was accused of being a spammer for throwing it out there too much. A lot of people told me in not-so-kind words to buzz off. Still, I kept at it -- also making the first part of the paragraph relatable or interesting is important -- setting the hook. I tend to do some research on the topic at hand too before I start typing so people who are well-versed on the subject can't immediately call bullshit. I knew nothing about “Laminar Flow” before I wrote a believable booby-trapped paragraph explaining the concept. Thanks Google!

(Laminar Flow in action.)

Q: We know you like to keep your real identity separate from Reddit, so do any of your close friends or family members know you’re Shittymorph? If so, what do they make of it all?

A: There are a couple of reasons I choose to keep my identity private. Not everyone finds the meme humorous and some people find it downright annoying. I do not want to be swatted next time I have a permanent address, nor do I want an innocent person to get swatted at one of my previous addresses. Also I adopted a former fighting dog named Scooby. I've shared a lot about him on Reddit. He was taken from twice-convicted dogfighters in a long drawn out court battle. During that time, he had spent almost two years living in a shelter. Of the five confiscated dogs taken from the dogfighters, only Scooby was able to be rehabilitated. They suspect Scooby was a bait dog. He's afraid of his own shadow and has a lot of scars around his face and body. To me, dogfighters are absolute human garbage, and I don't want the devils that previously owned him to get a whiff of my identity or any ideas about getting their dog back.

(An illustration of his dog Scooby by Isuru Malshan.)

Quite a few people in real life know that I am Shittymorph, but not many of them care. It's a strange success that might not be incredibly relatable, and from my experience and perspective, it doesn't carry much weight in the world outside of Reddit. Trying to explain the meme to people not on Reddit or who don't understand meme culture leaves me sounding like an absolute raving lunatic. However, it has led to me being friends with some awesome people I wouldn't have otherwise met. First I met Reddit user Abagelwithswag at a concert in Lake Tahoe and we hung out a couple of times. I met Subaru Ambassador Subiefiles here on Reddit, and he helped me work on my car and asked for almost no money for doing a huge amount of work. In the end, I paid him fairly, but our friendship means more to me than the labor. He’s a damn good dude. I had a lady ask to take a picture with me when I was wearing one of my Morph hoodies in Oregon because her son knew who I was. I've met a Reddit admin in real life that I hung out with several times. I met Redditor 405Freeway down in LA at a Reddit meetup, and similarly MontanaTrev and Webdoodle when I was in Montana. I even frequently send private messages back and forth with the guy who runs the WWE Reddit account, but on a personal level. He’s an aspiring, super funny, comedian that lives in New York. I'd call all of them friends now -- those are friendships I wouldn't have without the Shittymorph account, and I'm grateful for that.

Q: Given the popularity of Shittymorph on Reddit, were you surprised by the reception it had or the way people fell in love with your posts? What do you think is the secret behind this success?

A: The success behind the Shittymorph account is related to the laughs. My favorite messages often show up privately, and a lot of them say, "I was having a bad day and really needed a laugh -- thanks for the comment." Another positive thing is that I’ve been able to let my human-side show itself through the account. I sometimes make posts to share what I'm doing in real life -- my travels, my dog, my own struggles with depression, my happiness, my music, passages from the book I'm working on. Sometimes I delete the posts, but for those active on Reddit or who follow my profile, they get a glimpse of some humanity behind the meme. I appreciate having the audience to throw stuff at too -- be it the meme or just a place to vent about life when I’m struggling. The anonymity has allowed me to feel more comfortable expressing certain things without fear more so than if my identity was commonly known. Ninety-nine percent of the people who follow the Shittymorph account are supportive. It’s usually just a couple of random Salty McNuggets that I run into in threads who tell me I’m a stupid asshole.

Q: We’ve heard your posts sometimes resulted in extremely negative reactions from some users on Reddit at times. How do you deal with those, and why do you think people react that way?

A: So yes, you can't always make everyone happy. You can be a goddamn saint and someone somewhere is not going to like you for some reason. I do get a lot of cruel messages. "Kill yourself" is a rough one I’ve had more than a few times, which stings a little extra because my father had a habit of saying that to me when he was wasted. When I first started, I would often get discouraging messages telling me, "You'll never be Jumper Cables guy." Now I'm frequently tagged where someone is telling another person, "You'll never be Shittymorph." People seem to like to piss on each other’s fire, and that's unfortunate. For the record, I don't see it as "my meme" -- it's a meme anyone can use. People on Reddit seem to downvote anyone who tries their hand at it, and I wish that wasn't the case. I feel a meme doesn't belong to a person, but to a much larger community. Also, I thought about quitting after getting a lot of those discouraging messages, and I'm glad I didn't. I say do what makes you happy. People are going to try to rain on the parade, but all rain stops eventually. Ignoring and not responding is the best strategy. There are different flavors of trolls (I'll admit to being one), and there's no point in trying to reason with or defend your position against the angry, hateful ones.

Q: What about the times where people have approached you to use your Reddit account for advertising purposes? What are those interactions like, and why do you avoid capitalizing on your success?

A: I have not profited by using my account for advertising, but I have been offered a few deals. I was offered a good chunk of change to post on behalf of a certain music streaming service, and I declined their offer. Also, a fairly well-known musician (and a guy I'm a fan of) suggested that if I post his music to Reddit from my account and do my best to get him some extra traffic that we could work on a song together. I declined again, not so confident that the hypothetical song would actually ever be made. The closest I've come to benefiting financially from the meme was when I ran a joke contest and had some pretty big prizes from sponsors. Zpacks, a well-known ultralight backpacking company, gave away a ~$600 tent, and a computer company called Zalman gave away 25 keyboard/mouse combos valued at around $2,500. I didn’t benefit from those sponsorships, but many of the people who follow my account and participated in that contest did. For helping me out, I actually purchased my own Zpacks tent when I saved up enough money to show a little love back to them. I’d be open to teaming up with the right company if they ever came along, but I think it would have to be on my terms. The account was never about money for me. It was about laughter, happiness, and smiles. Money doesn't really fit in with that group of words. Also, I think I have enough money for food and gas in my tank, warm clothes, etc. I have most of, if not all of, what I need and want. Maybe I’m an idiot for not using the account for financial benefit, but I’m not going to trade what it has grown into for a few extra bucks.

(A gift Chris received from the WWE to mark the 20th anniversary of the WWE match.)

Q: So how many total comments using the “Hell in a Cell” curveball are you up to currently, and how much karma have you received? Do you plan to keep going with it, or do you feel it’s run its course now?

A: I haven't counted the number of Hell in the Cell comments, but I’d guess 200 to 300. I do know I'm at 1.6 million karma or so. The karma is just a number really. Hopefully, someday Reddit will make it worth something, but until then, it's just imaginary points. I plan to keep going with the meme until people stop upvoting it, or until I no longer find a laugh with it. Again, moderation is key! I am currently on a bit of a hiatus being out on the road. I make a lot of my comments when I'm bored, stuck in a house or at a desk, and when there's not much going on in my life. It's a way to add some spice to life when things are monotonous. I think I've found a good balance on the timing these days. I also had a several-month hiatus last summer that I think really helped the meme. People will eventually stop checking paragraphs for my tripwire as I sort of fade from their memories -- then BAM! I don't think it's run its course, and I'm not done yet, but I'm not in a rush to get back at it. I just don't force it anymore.

(Lisa Joy, co-creator, writer, director and executive producer of Westworld, drops a morph during an AMA.)

Q: You also work a bit as an independent rapper. Can you tell us how you got into making music, what types of tracks you create, and why you make music in general?

A: I've always been a fan of all different types of music. From 1920s ragtime to musical theater songs to ‘80s pop to underground rap/hip-hop. I like a little bit of everything. Sadly I can't sing for shit and can only sort of play a bass clarinet, piano, and ukulele. Where I think my strength is as far as music is writing lyrics. I enjoy writing rhymes in particular. I was 16 when I first attended an open mic at some weird hippie cafe in Salt Lake City. Eventually, I would get up and read my own stuff. I started frequenting "The Starry Plough" in Berkeley where some amazing poets congregate and sharpen each other. Soon thereafter, I started putting my poetry to music, eventually writing entire songs to instrumentals.

I am not the best with nailing rhythm variations, so sometimes my music comes out like "poetry to a beat." Still it's a hobby for me and has been for 20 years now. My song "Disconcerting and Lonely" seemed to be well-received on Reddit, and that was encouraging for me to write more. Again, I think that has something to do with it illuminating the human side of the guy behind the meme. I feel that some of my lyrics are relatable for other lonely and depressed people. Some people say, "I kept waiting for the meme reference in your song and it never came," but that’s because it’s two different things that I keep mostly separate. Sometimes I think about how Robin Williams may have felt when he was alive. To have super incredible highs where the audience is rolling laughing, telling jokes, all smiles … and then the amazing high slowly shifts to a surprisingly equal low -- sometimes so low that it’s a scary place that feels dangerous. I let the highs come with the meme, and lows come out with my music. Writing and rhyming my thoughts and putting them into words with an instrumental that complements the feeling behind what I'm saying seems to help in a therapeutic kind of way. So I do it. I know it’s not perfect, and I know that I can come across as a manic depressive broken human, but sometimes I am that, and I'm just telling the truth and throwing it at the world so I don't have to keep it to myself -- so I can get it off my chest. The music I make is that kind of therapy for me. I keep telling myself that eventually, I'll write a happy song, but I haven't yet. Maybe someday I will.

Q: No stranger to memes, do you typically keep up with such online culture? If so, can you share any of your favorites currently, or any you’ve made yourself?

A: I am a fan of meme culture in general and remember first learning about them. I called them "me-me-s" until my friend Dan laughed at and corrected me. I remember going down the Wikipedia page on memes one by one many years ago -- watching and reading up on everything listed. I enjoy a lot of the classic memes -- the "I Like Turtles" zombie kid, Rickroll, BadgerBadger, Lil Bub, Chuck Testa, I So Pale, Epic Beard Man, All Your Base Are Belong To Us, Leeroy Jenkins, Froggy Fresh aka Krispy Kreme aka Tyler Cassidy, Aint Nobody Got Time For That, Star Wars Kid, Chocolate Rain, and Manning Face. The new stuff I do find hard to keep up with. It seems the turnover rate with memes is high. They get bright and burn out fast. Noticing that also helped me to space my efforts out a bit more. But yes, I am a huge fan of memes and their absurdity.

Q: So what are your current plans for the future? Working on anything we should know about?

A: My plans for the future aren't in place. I don't know what I want to do or where I want to go. I feel like all the doors are unlocked, I just need to pick one. I'm not getting any younger, and sometimes wonder if I haven’t been wasting life by trying to live it as I do. But seeing as how I'm usually content leads me to believe I’m right where I should be. I think all humans get depressed, but not all humans find their way out of it. Sometimes I’m down, sometimes I don't have enough saved up for a rainy day, but I always land on my feet and seem to make life work one way or another. It helps that I don't have a bunch of excess to lug around with me. The line from the movie Fight Club about "things you own end up owning you" always resonated with me -- and right now, I have a car, a backpack full of clothes, this laptop I'm typing on, my phone, and some camping gear. I have some sentimental items in storage, but if they were all tossed into a fire, I'd still be ok. I plan on continuing to blow in the wind and live a minimalist lifestyle. I plan to hop some freight trains, finish my book, sleep in the woods, watch some sunsets from a beach, write some poetry, and maybe (hopefully) find a purpose that would help explain how in nineteen ninety-eight the undertaker threw mankind off hеll in a cell, and plummeted sixteen feet through an announcer's table.

(The Undertaker throwing Mankind off Hell in a Cell by Isuru Malshan.)

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