Freddie goes on a fun little rant about “exhaustion:”
Listen. Listen to me and understand: you are exhausted because your species was a mistake. You are exhausted because life is pain. You are exhausted because for 200,000 years we evolved to run the plains like the wild animals we were, our social circles 10 or 12 people at most, and now our conditions have changed so quickly that evolution can’t keep up, so we sift through our thousands of human connections spellbound by the impossibility of maintaining them all as we sit in our cramped and sterile apartments in crowded cities that were never meant to exist. Once we were animals. Now we are something much worse.
He continues in this vein for a couple more paragraphs concluding that “You were born by cruel chance, and you’ll die by terrible certainty, and you will be exhausted for the rest of your life.”
I just want to point out that as on-point and accurate as this little screed may be, The Princess Bride has a TL;DR version that says it even more succinctly:
Happy Sunday, my droogies. Life is good.