
FunkyMonk
Cope is false hope
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- Jun 9, 2018
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Going to be 30 very soon.
DamnIt feels like nothing. When you reach 20 or so every year feels the same and time flies. I don't have any specific memories from ages 18-24. It all feels like it happened in less than a year.
You're an aspie virgin loser one year, and the next, and the next and it just goes on and on and before you know it you're 25-30 and you still feel like a teenager mentally. You're basically reliving the same day over and over again. You're sitting at your computer doing the same things you've been doing for over a decade.
It's all downhill after that. Years go by exceptionally fast and one day you realize you're old. Normies get a mid-life crisis, but it hits you much harder than them. You eventually start feeling pain and you maybe get sick and you suffer for another couple of decades until you die alone in your apartment.
36 year old KHHV
Damn. How is your day to day life?Reporting in.
How does it feel? Like you've been touched by the void. You feel nothing anymore.
Damn. How is your day to day life?
A regular pillow or a Daki? That makes a LOT of difference.25 and the only thing I’ve kissed or touched is my pillow.
Daki of course. I use the regular pillow for crying.A regular pillow or a Daki? That makes a LOT of difference.
It's truly unfortunate sexual selection is based on evolutionary processes that lag behind reality severely and operate under their own mantra.Work, lift, vidya, fap when I meed to get it over with, and occasionally hang out with close friends.
Seeing chads and stacies laughing, enjoying themselves and loving life stopped phasing me many, many years ago. I've long since accepted my reality and realized that every conscious entity's conscious experience truly is unique and not replicable.
Not everyone is meant for greatness, and some people are meant for some things.
I was meant to live a solitary life, alone. I search for truths (note: not personal meaning for my life) when I'm not superficially coping. I was born with a big brain, but an ugly face.
Am I merely the product of some stochastic evolutionary process, or is there some important reason that this particular recombination of DNA has been made manifest in this reality? The cope of grandiosity is a dangerous delusion, and thankfully I've grown out of it. But it was the one thing keeping me from roping for the longest time at one point.
It's truly unfortunate sexual selection is based on evolutionary processes that lag behind reality severely and operate under their own mantra.
So you’ve basically achieved that zen type shit? You’ve minimized suffering despite missing out on the full human experience?Work, lift, vidya, fap when I meed to get it over with, and occasionally hang out with close friends.
Seeing chads and stacies laughing, enjoying themselves and loving life stopped phasing me many, many years ago. I've long since accepted my reality and realized that every conscious entity's conscious experience truly is unique and not replicable.
Not everyone is meant for greatness, and some people are meant for some things.
I was meant to live a solitary life, alone. I search for truths (note: not personal meaning for my life) when I'm not superficially coping. I was born with a big brain, but an ugly face.
Am I merely the product of some stochastic evolutionary process, or is there some important reason that this particular recombination of DNA has been made manifest in this reality? The cope of grandiosity is a dangerous delusion, and thankfully I've grown out of it. But it was the one thing keeping me from roping for the longest time at one point.
The hardest part is that I’m still expected to work and try at things. I don’t get to just LDAR and meditate on a mountain temple in the clouds or anything. My parents know I’m a sad loner yet they act like I’m completely normal and of course they’re delusion as fuck. they insist that I’m good looking. Pisses me off how retarded they are.Work, lift, vidya, fap when I meed to get it over with, and occasionally hang out with close friends.
Seeing chads and stacies laughing, enjoying themselves and loving life stopped phasing me many, many years ago. I've long since accepted my reality and realized that every conscious entity's conscious experience truly is unique and not replicable.
Not everyone is meant for greatness, and some people are meant for some things.
I was meant to live a solitary life, alone. I search for truths (note: not personal meaning for my life) when I'm not superficially coping. I was born with a big brain, but an ugly face.
Am I merely the product of some stochastic evolutionary process, or is there some important reason that this particular recombination of DNA has been made manifest in this reality? The cope of grandiosity is a dangerous delusion, and thankfully I've grown out of it. But it was the one thing keeping me from roping for the longest time at one point.
So you’ve basically achieved that zen type shit? You’ve minimized suffering despite missing out on the full human experience?
The hardest part is that I’m still expected to work and try at things. I don’t get to just LDAR and meditate on a mountain temple in the clouds or anything. My parents know I’m a sad loner yet they act like I’m completely normal and of course they’re delusion as fuck. they insist that I’m good looking. Pisses me off how retarded they are.