About this initiative

𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 ℑ𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶 is a satirical admonishmentary — a verbal morning star swung at self-deception that soothes the soul but paralyses the person.

The Admonister cuts deeply — not for cruelty, but for clarity, courage, and catharsis. To expose. To reckon. To purge. To release.

We endure the absurdity of existence: the yearning for motivation, purpose, and meaning.

We defy the theatre drapes drawn around the abyss: the toxic optimism, the performative growth, the fake productivity, the soulless self-help.

We confront your delusions, your coping, your cowardice — not to destroy you, but to liberate you, and to make you finally responsible for your own happiness.

The author

The Admonister is the alter ego of some larger ego afflicted with a sycophantic need for inspiration and purpose in a universe devoid of either.

Like most humans, the Admonister spent years toiling through study, career, and social rituals while yearning for liberation from their constraints. Naturally, those constraints were mostly imaginary and self-imposed. And naturally, liberation was supposed to arrive implicitly — as the reward for the Admonister's good, kind, and serviceable demeanour — but it never did. And naturally, the Admonister tried all the self-help quackery with increasing desperation.

The turning point

Yours Insufferably is what happens when the gloves come off.

When the wait for inspiration finally spoils into exasperation. When the latest existential crisis can no longer sustain the disbelief required to endure yet another naïve, pointless self-help journey. When "fixing yourself so that real life can finally begin" escalates from a personal qualm to a full-blown war on existence.

The tool

Yours Insufferably is the weapon of choice — a tongue as sharp as a razor. It shears self-improvement until only truth remains — because whatever survives the deepest cuts must be the essence.

This anti-project has no purpose except to defeat itself, its author, and the universe. It is a swan song in prose by a restless soul. It is a rebellion against purpose through mental self-flagellation.

It does not avoid the abyss — it stares into it, and scares it away. This time, the universe wishes it had a purpose to hide behind.

The other tool

You're here because you cling to words like motivation, purpose, and inspiration — but by the blade rather than the hilt.

You're here to burn off the need for improvement that imprisons you in a dreamworld of possibility and a waking life of stagnation.

You're here because your train-wreck of a life runs on the same rusty rails — fuelled by the same combusting hope, the same stoked hellfires, and the same abysmal pressures.

You're here to turn your train-wreck into a wrecking ball against the universe — and carve your path.