trinth
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I'm not sure how you low tax bracket chudtards prefer these forums to be written, but I am going to rant anyways.
It is insane how ordinary people can fixate so intensely on superficial distractions: appearance, social status, religion, family, sexual conquests, romantic partners, or any other conventional pursuit. Yet none of these ever touch genuine purpose within this existence. If you obtained even a sliver of introspection, you would have grasped how devoid of meaning every thing is, then every action would reveal itself as mere performance, scripted theater, or desperate evasion. How do so many remain satisfied acting inside this incomprehensible reality? If the crushing recognition of that absolute pointlessness has never once driven someone toward suicidal despair, how?
From that foundation, the question of trust becomes even more bizzare. No matter the supposed confidence, looks, money, or social calibration one projects, how could anyone possibly trust another person on this planet? There is no access whatsoever to their inner processes, the hidden currents of revulsion, the quiet contempt that may already be directed at you. To them you might be nothing more than a temporary tool, something to use and then discard the moment utility ends, and the deception would remain invisible.
If someone can simply dismiss that reality, suppress the resulting paranoia, and continue performing normal social scripts as though nothing is wrong, that represents the ultimate form of self-deception, the pinnacle of mediocre evasion. In the end, nothing and no one carries any real significance. As a conscious point in this larping abyss, you remain forever isolated at the deepest metaphysical level. What allows anyone to keep functioning under that weight without the entire structure collapsing? What mechanism sustains the illusion when the awareness is this clear?
Summary: it's over, you're neurodivergent
It is insane how ordinary people can fixate so intensely on superficial distractions: appearance, social status, religion, family, sexual conquests, romantic partners, or any other conventional pursuit. Yet none of these ever touch genuine purpose within this existence. If you obtained even a sliver of introspection, you would have grasped how devoid of meaning every thing is, then every action would reveal itself as mere performance, scripted theater, or desperate evasion. How do so many remain satisfied acting inside this incomprehensible reality? If the crushing recognition of that absolute pointlessness has never once driven someone toward suicidal despair, how?
From that foundation, the question of trust becomes even more bizzare. No matter the supposed confidence, looks, money, or social calibration one projects, how could anyone possibly trust another person on this planet? There is no access whatsoever to their inner processes, the hidden currents of revulsion, the quiet contempt that may already be directed at you. To them you might be nothing more than a temporary tool, something to use and then discard the moment utility ends, and the deception would remain invisible.
If someone can simply dismiss that reality, suppress the resulting paranoia, and continue performing normal social scripts as though nothing is wrong, that represents the ultimate form of self-deception, the pinnacle of mediocre evasion. In the end, nothing and no one carries any real significance. As a conscious point in this larping abyss, you remain forever isolated at the deepest metaphysical level. What allows anyone to keep functioning under that weight without the entire structure collapsing? What mechanism sustains the illusion when the awareness is this clear?
Summary: it's over, you're neurodivergent
