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I feel like nothing is truly worth living for. There are no people you can trust enough to say, “I live for them.” Everything people do is ultimately just a Cope and distraction from the pure emptiness that reality represents. Whether it’s gaming, drinking alcohol, socializing, or even sex. it’s basically just a short distraction, a coping mechanism. Something that triggers a brief dopamine release in your brain so that you don’t have to pay attention to your miserable life for a moment.
I find it strange when my colleagues ask me what I did on the weekend. You bastards as if the weekend were actually leisure and fun. If it were truly leisure time, then I would have voluntarily chosen to have leisure time. But these are days prescribed by the system during which you are supposed to have free time. Real leisure would mean that I freely choose when to have it. So we’re not only involuntarily celibate, but also involuntarily restricted in our free time.
If you think about it, it’s actually not that unusual to have no success in life. No friends. No girlfriend. Nothing. After all, there are only two days a week in which these things even play a role, right? As if your life would suddenly feel fulfilled if you had access to a girlfriend or friends on those two days. What remains for the rest of the time is just work.
And most people don’t want their lives to consist only of work, because they work precisely to obtain those things: getting married, having children, going out, taking vacations all of that requires money.
In essence, the situation is this: when people work in order to improve their private lives, they simultaneously reduce the time available for that private life. In the end, they are left with a miserable 2/7 of their life that belongs to them. If they don’t work, then they have no private life, no girlfriend, no friends. Then you’re seen as a pathetic loser and you LDAR.
Objectively speaking, there is nothing worth living for.
I find it strange when my colleagues ask me what I did on the weekend. You bastards as if the weekend were actually leisure and fun. If it were truly leisure time, then I would have voluntarily chosen to have leisure time. But these are days prescribed by the system during which you are supposed to have free time. Real leisure would mean that I freely choose when to have it. So we’re not only involuntarily celibate, but also involuntarily restricted in our free time.
If you think about it, it’s actually not that unusual to have no success in life. No friends. No girlfriend. Nothing. After all, there are only two days a week in which these things even play a role, right? As if your life would suddenly feel fulfilled if you had access to a girlfriend or friends on those two days. What remains for the rest of the time is just work.
And most people don’t want their lives to consist only of work, because they work precisely to obtain those things: getting married, having children, going out, taking vacations all of that requires money.
In essence, the situation is this: when people work in order to improve their private lives, they simultaneously reduce the time available for that private life. In the end, they are left with a miserable 2/7 of their life that belongs to them. If they don’t work, then they have no private life, no girlfriend, no friends. Then you’re seen as a pathetic loser and you LDAR.
Objectively speaking, there is nothing worth living for.
