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I’m not suicidal, as the title suggests I just don’t really feel like I really needed to be born on this planet. Unrelated but women are obliviously evil.
To begin with, life is honestly overrated every single thing you do and find joy in is just a cope to deal with the absolute pointlessness of life. There’s no way hobbies weren’t created out of sheer boredom. Of course, that doesn’t make the hobbies themselves pointless but it definitely gives you an insight on how life is just genuinely bland beyond what we give it. We’re only as good as the hobbies we enjoy or media we consume. Life only has (shallow) meaning because we gave it that. Devoting your life to a cause, service or career can be noble and cool but it’s very possible and an extremely human fear to worry about doing it for nothing so why bother doing it in the first place? I definitely can survive if I get a job. Just weird how I can’t survive comfortably.
Whenever I think of it that way I can’t help but ask myself, why was I born? Life is inherently shallow and unpredictable, why bother with having me? It’s all just a biological thing. Two people had sex and gave birth to me. The concept of “love” probably isn’t even real and is just a fucking societal construct pushed to the youth to promote some fucking capitalist agenda love isn’t fucking real. I can’t get over her. I mean, just give flowers to your girl bro just reassure your girl bro just give her all the emotional support she could ever ask for bro. It doesn’t fucking matter what you do, at the end of the day when it ends you’re left thinking “I need to get rich and make her jealous of what she missed out on”. As if it was ever that fucking easy.
It’s so shallow man, everything we “love” everything we “cherish” can all be reduced to a bunch of hormones in our body. Emotions can be physically turned off. They’re not even a part of the soul. Oh just imagine if the soul really did exist, it would be an easier pill to swallow than “random hormone make you horny”. It’s cool though. I think it’s awesome that we’re able to understand more about our own bodies, even if that gives me a bit of an existential crisis.
Don’t get me wrong though, life has cool things that are genuinely amazing and I’m really really glad that i’m a human and i’m able to witness all of it in person. You only live once. Not to say you should do stupid shit but instead do anything that enhances your individual brilliance. Like a hobby or a career.
But it’s just so fucked man. Nothing makes me happy anymore. It used to be sports. I gave up on sports. It used to be love. I gave up on love. It used to be getting money, and I haven’t yet given up but my procrastination is heading me towards that direction.
At the end of the day, it’s all pointless anyway.
To begin with, life is honestly overrated every single thing you do and find joy in is just a cope to deal with the absolute pointlessness of life. There’s no way hobbies weren’t created out of sheer boredom. Of course, that doesn’t make the hobbies themselves pointless but it definitely gives you an insight on how life is just genuinely bland beyond what we give it. We’re only as good as the hobbies we enjoy or media we consume. Life only has (shallow) meaning because we gave it that. Devoting your life to a cause, service or career can be noble and cool but it’s very possible and an extremely human fear to worry about doing it for nothing so why bother doing it in the first place? I definitely can survive if I get a job. Just weird how I can’t survive comfortably.
Whenever I think of it that way I can’t help but ask myself, why was I born? Life is inherently shallow and unpredictable, why bother with having me? It’s all just a biological thing. Two people had sex and gave birth to me. The concept of “love” probably isn’t even real and is just a fucking societal construct pushed to the youth to promote some fucking capitalist agenda love isn’t fucking real. I can’t get over her. I mean, just give flowers to your girl bro just reassure your girl bro just give her all the emotional support she could ever ask for bro. It doesn’t fucking matter what you do, at the end of the day when it ends you’re left thinking “I need to get rich and make her jealous of what she missed out on”. As if it was ever that fucking easy.
It’s so shallow man, everything we “love” everything we “cherish” can all be reduced to a bunch of hormones in our body. Emotions can be physically turned off. They’re not even a part of the soul. Oh just imagine if the soul really did exist, it would be an easier pill to swallow than “random hormone make you horny”. It’s cool though. I think it’s awesome that we’re able to understand more about our own bodies, even if that gives me a bit of an existential crisis.
Don’t get me wrong though, life has cool things that are genuinely amazing and I’m really really glad that i’m a human and i’m able to witness all of it in person. You only live once. Not to say you should do stupid shit but instead do anything that enhances your individual brilliance. Like a hobby or a career.
But it’s just so fucked man. Nothing makes me happy anymore. It used to be sports. I gave up on sports. It used to be love. I gave up on love. It used to be getting money, and I haven’t yet given up but my procrastination is heading me towards that direction.
At the end of the day, it’s all pointless anyway.
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