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You ever have a dream that's so good that when you wake up, you feel devastated because it wasn't real? Sometimes it's so depressing. In your mind, you can get what makes you happy, you can achieve your goals ... whatever you're seeking in the real world. Then a fucking alarm shatters the illusion and you realize that your real life is hell. The dreams will never become real, and that thought is suifuel. What's the point of living if you can never get what you really want? You're just existing and settling for things that just can't compare.
You may think I'm exaggerating, but are you sure you're not coping about your existence? Thinking "Eh, this isn't so bad. At least I have xyz good thing in my life" just makes me feel like an npc, or that I'm lying to myself to not feel so miserable.
I'm not even talking about dreaming about banging hot bitches, which I find to be totally devoid of any meaning. I'm talking about things like your dead grandparents are alive again. Or you're a kid again, and you're playing with your friends who, irl, you'll never see again. Or you're with your "oneitis" who likes you and only you, and isn't a dumb cheating whore. Or you're a paraplegic who dreams he can walk and run again.
Even all you chads with ltrs can relate if you try. You may have a loyal girl but doesn't it hurt to know that if you were jumped my a gang and they wrecked your face, she'd probably leave you for another chad? I'm trying to say that the brutality of (human) nature is depressing, but in your dreams, your girlfriend is loyal to you even once you lose your looks. In your dreams, love is real.
It reminds me of movies like Dark City, Vanilla Sky, The Matrix, etc. If my existence becomes too soul-crushing one day as I get old and lose my parents, will I plug my brain into a never-ending dream where I finally get what makes me happy (assuming the tech becomes available)? Why live in the real world where people are insufferable selfish assholes and there's no one left who can make you feel like you're not alone?
You may think I'm exaggerating, but are you sure you're not coping about your existence? Thinking "Eh, this isn't so bad. At least I have xyz good thing in my life" just makes me feel like an npc, or that I'm lying to myself to not feel so miserable.
I'm not even talking about dreaming about banging hot bitches, which I find to be totally devoid of any meaning. I'm talking about things like your dead grandparents are alive again. Or you're a kid again, and you're playing with your friends who, irl, you'll never see again. Or you're with your "oneitis" who likes you and only you, and isn't a dumb cheating whore. Or you're a paraplegic who dreams he can walk and run again.
Even all you chads with ltrs can relate if you try. You may have a loyal girl but doesn't it hurt to know that if you were jumped my a gang and they wrecked your face, she'd probably leave you for another chad? I'm trying to say that the brutality of (human) nature is depressing, but in your dreams, your girlfriend is loyal to you even once you lose your looks. In your dreams, love is real.
It reminds me of movies like Dark City, Vanilla Sky, The Matrix, etc. If my existence becomes too soul-crushing one day as I get old and lose my parents, will I plug my brain into a never-ending dream where I finally get what makes me happy (assuming the tech becomes available)? Why live in the real world where people are insufferable selfish assholes and there's no one left who can make you feel like you're not alone?
