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Have you ever played GTA Online? In GTA you can purchase a yacht for a considerable sum of in game money. It’s so relaxing just chilling on that yacht that you own in a quiet area of the map, not to mention how aesthetically pleasing it looks during the night time. With a hot tub in the back that you can interact with, I often sometimes forget about living in the miserable real world.
Then I remember that this yacht exists only in a video game. It isn’t real. It doesn’t exist in our world. There is no big reward for busting your backside off grinding away to get money to purchase something awesome. This is just one example that entered my mind where I would rather live inside a video game rather than live my utterly miserable real life. That yacht made me happy, but I could never afford to purchase my own yacht in real life. I will likely never have even a fraction of the money needed to purchase my own.
Life is just an endless, miserable struggle for untold numbers of people including myself. I was granted this consciousness, this sentience, the supposed gift of life from my creator, just to rot in my bedroom all day, consume pointless media or wageslave at a job where some fat cat Capitalist CEO gets millions while I get pennies in comparison.
My life has no meaning, no adventure, no satisfaction, no happiness and no light at the end of the tunnel. Where is the wonder and adventure? Where are the super powers or the extraordinary wealth? There isn’t even a woman for me to be with and love, to sire children with and pass genes on to the next generation. That’s been taken away now.
Life is pointless, complicated, suffering but also dull. No wonder I’ve become a misanthropic nihilist. Who wouldn’t in a shit world like this?
Then I remember that this yacht exists only in a video game. It isn’t real. It doesn’t exist in our world. There is no big reward for busting your backside off grinding away to get money to purchase something awesome. This is just one example that entered my mind where I would rather live inside a video game rather than live my utterly miserable real life. That yacht made me happy, but I could never afford to purchase my own yacht in real life. I will likely never have even a fraction of the money needed to purchase my own.
Life is just an endless, miserable struggle for untold numbers of people including myself. I was granted this consciousness, this sentience, the supposed gift of life from my creator, just to rot in my bedroom all day, consume pointless media or wageslave at a job where some fat cat Capitalist CEO gets millions while I get pennies in comparison.
My life has no meaning, no adventure, no satisfaction, no happiness and no light at the end of the tunnel. Where is the wonder and adventure? Where are the super powers or the extraordinary wealth? There isn’t even a woman for me to be with and love, to sire children with and pass genes on to the next generation. That’s been taken away now.
Life is pointless, complicated, suffering but also dull. No wonder I’ve become a misanthropic nihilist. Who wouldn’t in a shit world like this?
