What’s there left to it? Or shall I say – what did it have in the first place? It seems as though we’ve  instantly been  preconditioned into thinking that life is a “gift” and should be cherished wholeheartedly. Well, you can take this garbage gift and get your refund, ’cause I don’t want it anymore, and never have wanted it. There is nothing “beautiful” or “magnificent” about “life” – I’ve seen more spontaneous things in the toilet bowl. What’s the point of carrying out what’s already been planned? Go to school, work, marry, have children, retire, die. We’re supposed to be satisfied by what exactly – the bills and the taxes? The threat of being jailed if doing otherwise? Please.  This is what “living” is supposed to be? I’ll take Death for 500, please. Anything to get off of this worthless planet, and away from all this mistake called humanity.
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I feel exactly the same way – life is a big lie, a conformed rut, predetrimed, slave to the hunt for love and money
If this did not strongly mirror my thoughts.
And if you choose to forego one or more of the above people look at you like you have issues.
And let’s not forget those who feel that if you are not in a long term life time relationship it is because you have not found the ‘right one’ yet rather than that whole situation may not be what is best for you as a person.
Or that somehow going to college makes you anything other than a weeded out employee. Successful people have nore than just a degree. It is not a bad thing but no reason to go into debt if it is not for you.
There was this movie the other night…when this guy did not want to get married and the woman ask you “Don’t you want to life your life for someone else.”
And she said it in a way that it was more so of a rule than an option.
Nothing wrong with that life for the people who do enjoy it. But it is not for and should not be for everybody.
My family is so sold on that life that they cannot see anything else. If you are not married with kids and working at some job that requires a suit and tie as well as attending church regularly, then you must be unhappy and a failure.
I am so sick of these “standards” already laid out on a red carpet that we are supposed to mindlessly follow, as though they could ever provide even the tiniest bit of satisfactory. And what’s more ironic is the fact that we have countless amounts of folks chanting that they have “freedom” and “freedom of choice”, when realistically no such thing exist. We are all slaves, we were born slaves, and we will die slaves. People who need “love” in order to breathe are the sad ones, not the people who are intelligent enough to see that you can only trust yourself and no one else in this disgusting world. People who think they’re on their way to success because they have a degree are the ones who need help, not the people who realize that the education system is a guidebook on how to become a “good” slave, and is a complete waste of time. The family members that chase you down with pitchforks and torches – they’re the ones that need help. And yet anyone that doesn’t fit the psychology textbook definition of “happy” and “sane” immediately gets thrown in the torture chamber until they can become “normal” like the folks that wrote the psych books.
“Life” is a flame waiting to be put out. Since “life” doesn’t like me, I won’t like it either. Instead of waiting to be hauled off into the back of a truck headed towards the slaughterhouse, I think I’ll just save myself the agony and finish the job myself. Heck, thinking about it, the last moments of being on this worthless planet should be great rather than “scary”.Congratulations life, you’ve ran away yet another one.
AbnormalPsyche….
Well written.
Very astute.
I wish I had known this decades ago.
And been without fear of death.
I would have ended my life in childhood.
Tired of life without money to buy beer, love friends, but mostly beer.
“Go to school, work, marry, have children, retire, die.”
Well, if you choose it, there’s a bit more to it than that. But you have to be brave, and not willing to buy the lie. That these things make you happy. They might be the path to happiness for some though
LOL, you have buddist logic down to a tee and yet you have completly misunderstood it. Our lifes are pointless in respect to the universe, we appear as though we are a mistake in the cosmos because we dont understand the world or the universe. and we probably are.
But if the universe and our lives are meaningless then so is your death, you are going to die, so why rush it. Taxes and all that are just how our group physic has evolved, and if you hate taxs so much you dont have to pay them. You can go live in then wilderness, go to aleska.
The reason why our lifes mean anything is because of our minds, we have the abilty to have emotions, we can feel, a stone cant feel, neither can a planet or the universe.
Its like the universe was ment to be lifeless and desolate, and yet here we are, and we can experience love and joy and happiness, and of course we all know those emotions alter egos all to well.
If you cant see the joy that can be had from life then you have my pity, because life is what you make it, nothing more, nothing less, in fact its nothing at all.
I bet i just confused shit loads of people.
Peace 🙂
you’re too smart for your own good .. ignorance is bliss, awareness a curse
* lack of awareness instead of ignorance
“you’re too smart for your own good .. ignorance is bliss, awareness a curse”
So true, so very true…
I don’t think I can finish the race. I am completely with you on everything you said I feel the same way.
There are some days I just want to collapse on the floor and disappear into the carpet. I’m tired of things, people and anything else blatting at me. The buzzer on the microwave demanding my attention, the doorbell, the phone, neighboors wnting to visit. Just leave me the hell alone.
Absolutely “tired of living” which is how I found this site today. Nothing appeals to me. I have no reason to get up. I do get up and follow the routines of life, or try new things. I have never been able to set goals. There is nothing I deeply want. Oh, I can concentrate, study, even do science. But I just don’t/can’t love anything. There is nothing for me in this life.
Ignorance is bliss. This is why I have often wished I could be ignorant. Instead my mind races with possibility and ideas. However, when I go out into the world to pursue my ideas I am met with criticism, my past follows me like a plague. My BPD drives all those who meet me away. I get frustrated and then I am too loud, when before I was too quite. I am always too much of something. Never just enough. Never.
“It’s easier to fool people than convince them they’ve been fooled”. – Mark Twain (attributed).