Mr. Ponzi
Waiting for death
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- Joined
- Sep 21, 2018
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I wanted to tag this "SuicideFuel" but I'm too pussy to commit suicide, I don't deserve to use the "SuicideFuel" tag.
Anyway I just found out that someone I went to college with now has a brilliant career. We both sort of started on the same path, very ambitious and promising. But while people kept their pace, I became a loser. I quit jobs, I spent money, I ignored reality.
I don't even know why I think about this, especially after arriving at philosophical conclusions that favor withdrawal from society, inaction and asceticism. Between being a rich delusional natalist and being a loser, I gladly choose being a loser. There's an intellectual pride in figuring out the truth, even if it means reaching rock bottom. But I don't know, I could have not fucked up so much in live. Wtf. I was too reckless, to divorced from reality. I had this gene deep certainty that things will work out for me eventually and they didn't. I also counted on suicide as a plan B in case shit hits the fan, which was another illusion, as I don't have the guts.
Looking at my life at different points, everything seem unreal. Different versions of myself from different years would seem completely different people with nothing in common. Why am I so versatile?
God everything is so messed up.
Anyway I just found out that someone I went to college with now has a brilliant career. We both sort of started on the same path, very ambitious and promising. But while people kept their pace, I became a loser. I quit jobs, I spent money, I ignored reality.
I don't even know why I think about this, especially after arriving at philosophical conclusions that favor withdrawal from society, inaction and asceticism. Between being a rich delusional natalist and being a loser, I gladly choose being a loser. There's an intellectual pride in figuring out the truth, even if it means reaching rock bottom. But I don't know, I could have not fucked up so much in live. Wtf. I was too reckless, to divorced from reality. I had this gene deep certainty that things will work out for me eventually and they didn't. I also counted on suicide as a plan B in case shit hits the fan, which was another illusion, as I don't have the guts.
Looking at my life at different points, everything seem unreal. Different versions of myself from different years would seem completely different people with nothing in common. Why am I so versatile?
God everything is so messed up.