Why bother, honestly?

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.

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.

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

“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

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.

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

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".

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.

I don't understand what keeps you people drawn into this life game.

The big reward is stuffing your cock into a germ-infested mucous membrane that bleeds and births more non-consenting babies to be condemned as slaves?

Grappling against the odds and against the atrophy of time, and for what? It all bleeds out through your fingers like handfuls of sand.

You say you are gifting life onto children by burdening them with labor and death.

And then you praise nature and the circle of life, all while organism feasts upon organism, and suffering abounds.

I don't understand.

I recommend the book "The Untethered Soul" by Micheal Singer.

Therapists have different specialties and talents. Some can suck. And some are gifted enough to hand you the keys to a better reality.

About the razzing. Yes, you are new here. Some of us old dogs been put through some laps. Gotta test the waters.

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".

I don't understand what keeps you people drawn into this life game.

The big reward is stuffing your cock into a germ-infested mucous membrane that bleeds and births more non-consenting babies to be condemned as slaves?

Grappling against the odds and against the atrophy of time, and for what? It all bleeds out through your fingers like handfuls of sand.

You say you are gifting life onto children by burdening them with labor and death.

And then you praise nature and the circle of life, all while organism feasts upon organism, and suffering abounds.

I don't understand.

I don't understand what keeps you people drawn into this life game.

The big reward is stuffing your cock into a germ-infested mucous membrane that bleeds and births more non-consenting babies to be condemned as slaves?

Grappling against the odds and against the atrophy of time, and for what? It all bleeds out through your fingers like handfuls of sand.

You say you are gifting life onto children by burdening them with labor and death.

And then you praise nature and the circle of life, all while organism feasts upon organism, and suffering abounds.

I don't understand.

YOU JUST FIGURED OUT THE MEANING OF LIFE.

I don't understand what keeps you people drawn into this life game.

The big reward is stuffing your cock into a germ-infested mucous membrane that bleeds and births more non-consenting babies to be condemned as slaves?

Grappling against the odds and against the atrophy of time, and for what? It all bleeds out through your fingers like handfuls of sand.

You say you are gifting life onto children by burdening them with labor and death.

And then you praise nature and the circle of life, all while organism feasts upon organism, and suffering abounds.

I don't understand.

You sound so defeated. Start an ecommerce business. It's the shit! Technology has opened up amazing possibilities. You could be a Youtube star of your niche. Life is what you make it. The universe gives you what you ask for and think of the most. You manifest your thoughts. The universe will only dish out as much as you are willing to take either way.

Pussy is not the reward. Who gives a shit. You can wank can't you? Build something; do something

Thank you, kind sir. I read this that you quoted, and will be looking up more of his work posthaste.

I recommend the book "The Untethered Soul" by Micheal Singer.

Only Faith Can Give Truth by Leo Tolstoy

[link to philosophy.lander.edu]

I don't understand what keeps you people drawn into this life game.

The big reward is stuffing your cock into a germ-infested mucous membrane that bleeds and births more non-consenting babies to be condemned as slaves?

Grappling against the odds and against the atrophy of time, and for what? It all bleeds out through your fingers like handfuls of sand.

You say you are gifting life onto children by burdening them with labor and death.

And then you praise nature and the circle of life, all while organism feasts upon organism, and suffering abounds.

I don't understand.

What do I? What if all my talents are shite on the trading table?

These videos may help you.

Although personally I think they make reality even more potentially intimidating and unpleasant.

I grimace at the thought of returning to this reality - as though caught in a big game of crapshoot - trapped in a very bad, miserable existence. Or ending up as the many people since time immemorial who've led lives of quiet desperation.

:lightlit:

Cartoons are on.