I was adopted at birth, and for good reasons.
I never felt “true love” from my adopted parents even when they said so or acted like it, because in the back of their heads, I was there to fill an emotional hole before anything else.
I never had a friend who truly cared about the Universe. Maybe they weren’t smart enough or weren’t as curious as I am, but still it sucks when you can’t relate to anyone in your entourage, since virtually all the people you know of are actually “playing similar games”, and by doing so, miss the opportunity to look at things from other perspectives.
I haven’t found love so far, because of cultural indoctrination, some badluck and not knowing where to look really (until recently). The above.
A lot of people think about suicide because they are sad from negligence or abuse, or don’t like themselves for different reasons, or even consider themselves badlucky overall.
But speaking for myself, if I ever think about suicide, it would be out of boringness, which is not even close to happen soon.
Eventually, I may find what I’m looking for, or have the opportunity to help someone who think similarly, or both, who knows?
Note: I don’t like labelling that much, but it’s fair to say that I’m the only one “technocratic flowing-anarchist atheist” I know of, and the chances that I ever ‘randomly’ encounter another one are pretty damn low within the current human society! 😉
…What about you, then?
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This is an interesting post. Why are you here if you don’t want to blow your brains out then?
How old are you?