Serious I don't even feel human anymore

[Deleted member 8353]

The word human, the names of my parents, the place in which I live, none of these provide me with the expected level of emotional and personal attachment. It used to be that these things, my personal context would seem like a given to me, in that I wouldn't even think to question it, that it simply is. I imagine that this is the case for others as well, however I've been robbed of this comfort. I can observe things around me, I have the memory of experiences, but I don't really feel that either of these things are actually me.

How can I be here right now? I feel trapped inside my own head, in a manner similar to something holding me down, my wanting to stand up, yet being unable to do so. Looking around with this shit eyesight, grasping things with these hands, the experiences feel as limited as they do forced. I have the expectation of seeing things in better detail, yet my uncorrected vision remains terrible. I feel like I should be able to produce these words just by willing them to appear, however I obviously can't. I can identify with, and feel ownership over this cursor about as well as I feel that I possess my own body.

Everyday I look at this body and feel that I shouldn't be here, rather, that I have to get out. This first person perspective, and the memories of this physical world don't feel as if they're truly mine. I suppose they are in effect things being done to me, but it's not the real me, this cage of flesh is not where I actually am.

 

[Deleted member 18214]

Being human = bones

 

[WawelDragon1683]

My existence is barely noticable. I suspect that i might not even be real because nobody else acts like i am.
I feel like Bruce Willis in sixth sense. Maybe i died as a kid and this is all just some shit projection.

 

[Deleted member 8353]

I suspect that i might not even be real because nobody else acts like i am.

I wonder about this as well. Everything feels about as real as a dream, or as real as a video game I might play. I guess this life is similar to both in the sense that after it ends it will be as if it never even happened.

 

[BlkPillPres]

For me that was the best part of the black pill, no longer feeling human, it feels so freeing, no longer being limited in your decisions, abiding by morality, you no longer have to care

 

[Deleted member 21504]

For me that was the best part of the black pill, no longer feeling human, it feels so freeing, no longer being limited in your decisions, abiding by morality, you no longer have to care

Please share some examples of what you do with your relatively newly aqcuired freedom from morality

 

[1980Revolver]

The word human, the names of my parents, the place in which I live, none of these provide me with the expected level of emotional and personal attachment. It used to be that these things, my personal context would seem like a given to me, in that I wouldn't even think to question it, that it simply is. I imagine that this is the case for others as well, however I've been robbed of this comfort. I can observe things around me, I have the memory of experiences, but I don't really feel that either of these things are actually me.

How can I be here right now? I feel trapped inside my own head, in a manner similar to something holding me down, my wanting to stand up, yet being unable to do so. Looking around with this shit eyesight, grasping things with these hands, the experiences feel as limited as they do forced. I have the expectation of seeing things in better detail, yet my uncorrected vision remains terrible. I feel like I should be able to produce these words just by willing them to appear, however I obviously can't. I can identify with, and feel ownership over this cursor about as well as I feel that I possess my own body.

Everyday I look at this body and feel that I shouldn't be here, rather, that I have to get out. This first person perspective, and the memories of this physical world don't feel as if they're truly mine. I suppose they are in effect things being done to me, but it's not the real me, this cage of flesh is not where I actually am.

Very well written. I too have had on particular occasions this sense of detachment from this material existence. It's as if one's literal being has been condemned to serve an indeterminate period of time in an isolated penal colony, with no awareness as to why one has been burdened to suffer penalty of sentence to begin with.

 

[Numb]

incel nirvana

 

[overformanlets]

I suspect that i might not even be real because nobody else acts like i am.

Its over for bunnygirlcels. At this point the best practice for incels is to turn nocturnal, no one notices my existence so i'd rather avoid human contact altogether

 

[BlkPillPres]

Please share some examples of what you do with your relatively newly aqcuired freedom from morality

Stupid question really, because if I did anything extreme I would basically be incriminating myself

"Well I killed a guy and stole all his money" JFL

But in relation to "lighter offences" pay for sex is one, many incels on this site (especially religious moralfags) have said they would never pay for sex because they consider it immoral, that's one avenue to satisfaction they are locked off from due to morals

A truly "moral" person can't take part in prostitution, there's no way around it

That's just one aspect though, there are so many scenarios in life where morals handicap you, and many may end up dead in the coming years due to the decisions they made with their restricted ruleset for life

 

[WawelDragon1683]

Its over for bunnygirlcels.

?

 

[Deleted member 21504]

Stupid question really, because if I did anything extreme I would basically be incriminating myself

"Well I killed a guy and stole all his money" JFL

But in relation to "lighter offences" pay for sex is one, many incels on this site (especially religious moralfags) have said they would never pay for sex because they consider it immoral, that's one avenue to satisfaction they are locked off from due to morals

A truly "moral" person can't take part in prostitution, there's no way around it

That's just one aspect though, there are so many scenarios in life where morals handicap you, and many may end up dead in the coming years due to the decisions they made with their restricted ruleset for life

Lmao, knew u were going to say the first two thing (prostition, dont wanna reveal secret evil acts im.soo cool) and then cope by acting edgy.

 

[BlkPillPres]

Lmao, knew u were going to say the first two thing (prostition, dont wanna reveal secret evil acts im.soo cool) and then cope by acting edgy.

1. You say "I knew" as though you predicted something, the first one is obvious because someone obviously won't incriminate themselves, and the 2nd one is something I'm known for talking about

2. I don't think you know what the term "cope" means, also JFL at you acting as if I have to "prove myself" to you, you're just some trollish low effort poster on this site, I've seen many users like you pass through this site, guys who on queue sniff around all of my posts and threads just to try and "take jabs" and make sarcastic quips, as if they are trying to convince themselves I'm not who I claim to be

You're just another one of my newest dedicated trolls, learn your place (see you in my next thread )

 

[zangano1]

I'm subhuman

 

[⠀⠀⠀]

My opinion is that these feelings of dissociation/alienation are caused by the hyper-individualized world that we live in nowadays. Everyone lives in it's own bubble without caring very much about for one another.

I've been trying myself lately to make an effort to connect with other guys. When I'm successful, those feelings of dissociation immediately disappear. I understand though that some people are so dysfunctional that doing this by themselves might be impossible.

Imo this is more of a societal issue at large rather than an individual one. Well written as usual OP.

 

[Deleted member 8206]

i think we are aliens from other dimension

 

[Deleted member 21504]

1. You say "I knew" as though you predicted something, the first one is obvious because someone obviously won't incriminate themselves, and the 2nd one is something I'm known for talking about

2. I don't think you know what the term "cope" means, also JFL at you acting as if I have to "prove myself" to you, you're just some trollish low effort poster on this site, I've seen many users like you pass through this site, guys who on queue sniff around all of my posts and threads just to try and "take jabs" and make sarcastic quips, as if they are trying to convince themselves I'm not who I claim to be

You're just another one of my newest dedicated trolls, learn your place (see you in my next thread )

Another based, high IQ post by NPD

 

[ihaveno1]

we are aliens from other dimensions

 

[Deleted member 8353]

i think we are aliens from other dimension

I feel like it pretty often tbh.

 

[Joelossus]

I get this feeling on rare occasions aswell, and i hate it. Can't imagine what it must be like to constatly feel this way.

 

[LastGerman]

Its over for bunnygirlcels.

I got the reference.

?

It is a reference to an anime, Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai.

 

[Deleted member 8353]

Can't imagine what it must be like to constatly feel this way.

You get used to it. Actually I very much prefer this feeling to how I am when I can actually feel and identify with my own emotions, emptiness and detachment is superior to rage and suicidal depression.

 

[Medcel]

Hey you should look into the temple of the black light.

 

[Apati]

Hey you should look into the temple of the black light.

i miss dissection and jon tbh

 

[Medcel]

i miss dissection and jon tbh

Oldcel detected. At least we have Watain

 

[Mystic]

Sounds like you're "enlightened" tbh.

Everyday I look at this body and feel that I shouldn't be here, rather, that I have to get out. This first person perspective, and the memories of this physical world don't feel as if they're truly mine. I suppose they are in effect things being done to me, but it's not the real me, this cage of flesh is not where I actually am.

This feeling is true, your suffering has brought you to realize the absolute which is what you really are. You now know what we see in the physical reality might as well not even be considered real (even though it is) when compared to the infinite.
There's so much that we cannot see going on it's fucking incredible. Infinite vastness.
If we only could really know but the best we get here is glimpses.
I've saw and felt, now everyday i can feel it all around me. Things are not what it seems.

 

[Deleted member 8353]

This feeling is true, your suffering has brought you to realize the absolute which is what you really are. You now know what we see in the physical reality might as well not even be considered real (even though it is) when compared to the infinite.
There's so much that we cannot see going on it's fucking incredible. Infinite vastness.
If we only could really know but the best we get here is glimpses.
I've saw and felt, now everyday i can feel it all around me. Things are not what it seems.

Yes I think know what you mean. It's funny how people draw arbitrary lines, create artificial separation between themselves and others, and between what we call "objects" to comfort themselves, isn't it? Another observation is how everything which we consider to be "real" is simply a series of images which we create for ourselves, albeit mostly involuntarily, but it's entirely subjective nonetheless.

As you were getting at, often I wonder what lies beyond our perception, that which we can never really know. I've become obsessed with figuring out what I am, with discerning my own nature. However it's a bit ironic really, the more I began to question this, the less sure I felt of my conclusions. It's amazing how we simply accept what we're told, accept the world we're shown without too much questioning. I remember being given all of this mundane information, names, dates, places, etc, and yet when you really think about it, what does it all mean? Does it actually explain anything? The allegory of the cave comes to mind, that in the context of life itself, the very experience of consciousness dictates that we can only see the shadows of existence. Of course I suspect there is more to it than that, but it's a good basis to understand where I'm coming from.

The only questions I want to know are "how can I be having any of these experiences", and "what am I", yet nobody seems to know the answers. When I think about how I used to be, how I used to think, all the movements seem automated, involuntary, and it's as if I was sleeping while technically being awake. When you're asleep, typically you don't notice the dream, and you have real emotional investment in it. Then you wake up and realize your mistake.

 

[Emba]

Its over for bunnygirlcels. At this point the best practice for incels is to turn nocturnal, no one notices my existence so i'd rather avoid human contact altogether

I like the darkness.

My opinion is that these feelings of dissociation/alienation are caused by the hyper-individualized world that we live in nowadays. Everyone lives in it's own bubble without caring very much about for one another.

I've been trying myself lately to make an effort to connect with other guys. When I'm successful, those feelings of dissociation immediately disappear. I understand though that some people are so dysfunctional that doing this by themselves might be impossible.

Imo this is more of a societal issue at large rather than an individual one. Well written as usual OP.

Good point! It's the dissociative society!
(Ps. Nice name)


Reality is weirder and simpler that we can possibly imagine

 

[Mystic]

Yes I think know what you mean. It's funny how people draw arbitrary lines, create artificial separation between themselves and others, and between what we call "objects" to comfort themselves, isn't it? Another observation is how everything which we consider to be "real" is simply a series of images which we create for ourselves, albeit mostly involuntarily, but it's entirely subjective nonetheless.

As you were getting at, often I wonder what lies beyond our perception, that which we can never really know. I've become obsessed with figuring out what I am, with discerning my own nature. However it's a bit ironic really, the more I began to question this, the less sure I felt of my conclusions. It's amazing how we simply accept what we're told, accept the world we're shown without too much questioning. I remember being given all of this mundane information, names, dates, places, etc, and yet when you really think about it, what does it all mean? Does it actually explain anything? The allegory of the cave comes to mind, that in the context of life itself, the very experience of consciousness dictates that we can only see the shadows of existence. Of course I suspect there is more to it than that, but it's a good basis to understand where I'm coming from.

The only questions I want to know are "how can I be having any of these experiences", and "what am I", yet nobody seems to know the answers. When I think about how I used to be, how I used to think, all the movements seem automated, involuntary, and it's as if I was sleeping while technically being awake. When you're asleep, typically you don't notice the dream, and you have real emotional investment in it. Then you wake up and realize your mistake.

Maybe we're living in dreams after dreams after dreams and we have to wake up to experience what's beyond the dreams.
Maybe life is a dream and when we die we wake up, but maybe that's just a dream too.
I don't think consciousness is created by matter (the brain) but instead created by energy, itself and vice versa.
I have a feeling we're all consciousness and consciousness is all (the creating force) and we're experiences ourselves (consciousness) through others which is the same time ourselves not to be confused with solipsism as we are all individuals, with vastly different experiences.
I would philosophizes more but i just had a visitor show up love reading your posts as always man.

 

[Lester]

The word human, the names of my parents, the place in which I live, none of these provide me with the expected level of emotional and personal attachment. It used to be that these things, my personal context would seem like a given to me, in that I wouldn't even think to question it, that it simply is. I imagine that this is the case for others as well, however I've been robbed of this comfort. I can observe things around me, I have the memory of experiences, but I don't really feel that either of these things are actually me.

How can I be here right now? I feel trapped inside my own head, in a manner similar to something holding me down, my wanting to stand up, yet being unable to do so. Looking around with this shit eyesight, grasping things with these hands, the experiences feel as limited as they do forced. I have the expectation of seeing things in better detail, yet my uncorrected vision remains terrible. I feel like I should be able to produce these words just by willing them to appear, however I obviously can't. I can identify with, and feel ownership over this cursor about as well as I feel that I possess my own body.

Everyday I look at this body and feel that I shouldn't be here, rather, that I have to get out. This first person perspective, and the memories of this physical world don't feel as if they're truly mine. I suppose they are in effect things being done to me, but it's not the real me, this cage of flesh is not where I actually am.

Pretty sure I don't exist either

 

[Dformedcreature]

i don't feel like i'm part of this planet, i feel like a fucking alien

 

[happiless]

I'm subhuman