Why bother, honestly?

Is that actually the title of one of his works? I have yet to read Tolstoy, but I understand he was a big admirer of Schopenhauer?

I am going to check him out, thank you. (I've been meaning to.)

Listen OP, I am not paranoid.
There are many role play threads on this site, I've been here for years and seen them. That said I will quit messing with you - and get serious - since you seem legit. Have you thought about discussing with a therapist some of your complex thoughts. Maybe at your baseline you are fighting depression?

Are you exercising regularly? This is very important for mood stabilization.
Too much time on your hands can lead to rumination. You have a lot to offer others - get out there. Walk dogs at the Humane society. Visit old folks at the care home.

If bringing kids into this world or having a relationship is not for you - thats fine. Find your way. Set goals for yourself and keep them. So many books and references out there to motivate a person - seek them.

BTW I am not a man, I am a woman twice your age. Like I said, I been around.

It's been a slow day. Where you been hiding?

Perhaps you should find more uplifting authors?
He is kind of literatures answer to Metallica songs.
A long time ago I worked at an adolescent psychiatric facility over the summer, back when I was considering a psychology degree. Those kids would put on Metallica and cut on themselves. So you know what we did? We confiscated Metallica. You have a choice you can pursue the dark or you can get out into the light. Its up to you. Or listen to Metallica imo that's the cop out route.

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I am like the lighter more loving feminine version of Brief. HAHA
Just kidding but this sure seemed like a bait thread.
I checked the OP and I see his crisis is quite legit.
So imma be nice.

“There is an old Eastern fable about a traveler who is taken unawares on the steppes by a ferocious wild animal. In order to escape the beast the traveler hides in an empty well, but at the bottom of the well he sees a dragon with its jaws open, ready to devour him. The poor fellow does not dare to climb out because he is afraid of being eaten by the rapacious beast, neither does he dare drop to the bottom of the well for fear of being eaten by the dragon. So he seizes hold of a branch of a bush that is growing in the crevices of the well and clings on to it. His arms grow weak and he knows that he will soon have to resign himself to the death that awaits him on either side. Yet he still clings on, and while he is holding on to the branch he looks around and sees that two mice, one black and one white, are steadily working their way round the bush he is hanging from, gnawing away at it. Sooner or later they will eat through it and the branch will snap, and he will fall into the jaws of the dragon. The traveler sees this and knows that he will inevitably perish. But while he is still hanging there he sees some drops of honey on the leaves of the bush, stretches out his tongue and licks them. In the same way I am clinging to the tree of life, knowing full well that the dragon of death inevitably awaits me, ready to tear me to pieces, and I cannot understand how I have fallen into this torment. And I try licking the honey that once consoled me, but it no longer gives me pleasure. The white mouse and the black mouse – day and night – are gnawing at the branch from which I am hanging. I can see the dragon clearly and the honey no longer tastes sweet. I can see only one thing; the inescapable dragon and the mice, and I cannot tear my eyes away from them. And this is no fable but the truth, the truth that is irrefutable and intelligible to everyone.

The delusion of the joys of life that had formerly stifled my fear of the dragon no longer deceived me. No matter how many times I am told: you cannot understand the meaning of life, do not thinking about it but live, I cannot do so because I have already done it for too long. Now I cannot help seeing day and night chasing me and leading me to my death. This is all I can see because it is the only truth. All the rest is a lie.

Those two drops of honey, which more than all else had diverted my eyes from the cruel truth, my love for my family and for my writing, which I called art – I no longer found sweet.”

― Leo Tolstoy, A Confession and Other Religious Writings

Yeah I caught myself till I saw it was a repeat..
#checked

Take a fuckload of shrooms and all will be revealed.

OP you don't have to figure it all out yourself you know.
Its ok to just be here.
None of us really know what the fuck is going on anyway.

But FFS lay off the dark, intense cerebral Authors for a bit. None of them had the answers either.

There is pretty good supporting evidence for this method.
This months Psychology Today has a rather long article on this.

Imagine how unique the earth experience must be.

because they haven't taken the red pill...

Life is what you make of it. If it's shit for you, you've probably made some bad choices. Most of us in the western world can enjoy a decent life if we apply ourselves.

Oh trust me its a wild ass ride down a crooked rutty old dirt road in an old truck with no shocks. Better hold your boobs in your hands.

Shit honey, we damn near over dosed on them - wash them right down with straight vodka.

What would slaves do without a master?

What would macaroni do with out cheese?

Interesting thoughts. You may be more fucked up than myself even...psychologically speaking.

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Someone did all the above to bring you to life so you can ask these questions.

But i think there are some underlying issues you need to attend to before you start looking at others and why they do these "things".

Why bother?

Because the only way for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing!

Wow op tptb did a number on you. Get well find the happy moments and hold on.

No answer for sure as life was very harsh way back when. Technology is the fix, though.

I'm kind of cerebral but not that smart, anyway...

I am grateful and am blessed with the ability to get my joy from great conversations with friends, smelling that beautiful herb (don't smoke anymore lol) and enjoying my critters, enjoying my space in general.

Yet ultimately, wtf...

The sorrows that exist for most of us do not make up for that bit of beauty and gratitude.

my op

Chad got you down? The incel life must be woefully difficult and unfulfilling, watching this sort of destruction from afar certainly is fascinating.

Guess been bestowed botherence..."lifes tough,..its even tougher when your stupid"...