And i'm not meaning restrospectively. After all it's easy wishing yourself to be a kid again, once you grew up to be an incel. But i'm talking about back when you actually were a kid.
I remember getting really angry/ feeling frustrated, whenever my parents, or any other adult for that matter. Would mention anything regarding adulthood. Like it would always make me feel like i'm unfit for it. Like whatever i'd do would only result in failure.
I couldn't get my head around the fact that life is an endless competetion for recources. I don't think i ever wanted to accept this basic fact. It felt alien to me, that my parents, ( who arguably only want the best for me) forced me into competing in this endless struggle.
Whenever things like how important it is to have a well paying job, or impressing someone of the opposite were mentioned. I'd feel a great sense of disgust. Like things weren't right the way they were. I shouldn't have to participate in this futile shit. It's all animalistic garbage. We should've already evolved past this primal stage. This simply isn't right.
Idk exactly why i used to feel like this, but i'm sure you get the point. Also basically all the rewards that we could potentially obtain by participating in this inherently shit test, don't seem to justify the price every single one of us had to pay.
People like to virtue signal about their ability to endure, or how they find meaning in this shit. But if you ask me they're deluded. There's no earthly reward justifying this bullshit, nor is there any evidence suggesting that there is an desired end for anything sentient, that finds itself in this state.
To conclude this post, i will say that even if you go down the existentialist route, you will still find yourself struggling. And just because you pretend to enjoy your struggle, or try to find meaning in it. Doesn't means you're in any way showing life that you're indifferent to it's cruelties. You're just giving in to it/ accepting your faith. You've become a slave with a slightly different moral code. To truly acsend means to set yourself free from any biological chains, and to open yourself up for the inevitably oblivon.
I remember getting really angry/ feeling frustrated, whenever my parents, or any other adult for that matter. Would mention anything regarding adulthood. Like it would always make me feel like i'm unfit for it. Like whatever i'd do would only result in failure.
I couldn't get my head around the fact that life is an endless competetion for recources. I don't think i ever wanted to accept this basic fact. It felt alien to me, that my parents, ( who arguably only want the best for me) forced me into competing in this endless struggle.
Whenever things like how important it is to have a well paying job, or impressing someone of the opposite were mentioned. I'd feel a great sense of disgust. Like things weren't right the way they were. I shouldn't have to participate in this futile shit. It's all animalistic garbage. We should've already evolved past this primal stage. This simply isn't right.
Idk exactly why i used to feel like this, but i'm sure you get the point. Also basically all the rewards that we could potentially obtain by participating in this inherently shit test, don't seem to justify the price every single one of us had to pay.
People like to virtue signal about their ability to endure, or how they find meaning in this shit. But if you ask me they're deluded. There's no earthly reward justifying this bullshit, nor is there any evidence suggesting that there is an desired end for anything sentient, that finds itself in this state.
To conclude this post, i will say that even if you go down the existentialist route, you will still find yourself struggling. And just because you pretend to enjoy your struggle, or try to find meaning in it. Doesn't means you're in any way showing life that you're indifferent to it's cruelties. You're just giving in to it/ accepting your faith. You've become a slave with a slightly different moral code. To truly acsend means to set yourself free from any biological chains, and to open yourself up for the inevitably oblivon.
