why the world is so damn futile? everything annoys me. wake up, go to college, study, have stupid conversations with stupid people, go back home, have random and meaningless conversations with the members of my family. maybe work. maybe meet my gf. maybe go out and do some druggggggs (oh yeah). fuck, everything is so meaningless it makes me wanna throw up. gives me nausea. i’m feeling like roquentin in sartre’s romance. anyone has read? fuck. can anyone here convince me that life ain’t meaningless, worthless, futile and ridiculous? thanks.
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Well, to me, being a nihilist of course, life is meaningless. That doesn’t mean that it can’t be enjoyable, however. What seems more futile: someone who can enjoy nothing at all or the one who simply sulks and thinks about the meaninglessness of life? But in all honesty, I agree with much of what you have to say.
I am much too lazy to read anything by Sartre, and one reason why I dislike philosophers like him is that they are existentialists, who basically suggest that life is pointless, but we can do something about it. We can’t. We’re all going to die and be forgotten. This is why I never want to have kids, so it at least helps knowing that I do not have to bring more people into the world to suffer or think about the futility of life. The stupid people can have this planet, but I am out. My advice is to try to be dumber and have fun like everyone else.
right, right. i think i found the solution: a lobotomy. it will make me dumb, right?
Well, I was gonna suggest lots of drugs that kill brain cells. My fear, next to severe pain, is severe brain damage. I have nothing against being stupid, but being a potato is different.
It was joke, man. A fucking stupid joke, yeah i know, but i’m trying to be stupid enough to live.