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- Jan 3, 2026
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TLDR: how do you, personally, overcome the survival instinct?
I believe the trajectory of ones life is mostly predetermined by their starting conditions, their geneology, and their influences in growing up. I can confidently say that I have been quite miserable for the vast majority of my time here and that improvement, while not impossible, is rather improbable.
(Self loathing inbound!)
My biology is a regrettable, weak, and shameful display of manhood. My mind is unfixably broken from the trauma and the abandonment I endured. I feel rather incompetent and inferior in the intelligence department as well. IEPs, special classes, the whole 9 yards. I'm "lucky" to have had the bare minimum requirements to sustain human life.
But beyond that? Community? Friendship? Belonging? I fit in here like a rectangle fits into a circular hole. It just ain't gonna fit, no matter how much you grease it up.
I really want to die soon. I hung in there, white knuckling it for 25 long years, just hoping for a scrap of some genuine love waiting for me around the corner like this pathetic disgusting kicked puppy. It wasn't ever coming. On top of that, completely losing faith in the delusional idea of "God" making it all "right" in the end really pulled the rug out from under me.
Humans are social creatures and I cannot help my nature. To be alone is not natural to me. Solitary confinement and alienation is not natural. It's cruel and inhumane. We don't treat prisoners like that for a reason.
The verdict is clear, whether by circumstance or some ridiculous notion of "inherent worth" superceding all is irrelevant: I am defective. Unchosen. Unloved. Unseen. Used, unwanted goods. Bored out of my fucking mind and all out of cope. I can confidently say it's over at this point in time. Reality corpus has spoken. That's game.
In the meantime, I'm just waiting to build up the balls to squeeze the trigger. The human survival instinct is quite an extraordinary thing... or maybe I'm just a coward. There's some lingering guilt there for my mother as well unfortunately. Which leads me to my next point: do you guys have any tips and tricks to come to terms with it? I know that whatever awaits me on the other side cannot possibly be subjectively worse than this hell... right?
I personally believe reincarnation is most probable, followed up closely by permanent nonexistence. But whatever happens, I don't believe our identities will follow us there. I think this game was most likely always zero-sum to begin with. I'd love your inputs. Thanks.
(Sorry for the rambling.)
I believe the trajectory of ones life is mostly predetermined by their starting conditions, their geneology, and their influences in growing up. I can confidently say that I have been quite miserable for the vast majority of my time here and that improvement, while not impossible, is rather improbable.
(Self loathing inbound!)
My biology is a regrettable, weak, and shameful display of manhood. My mind is unfixably broken from the trauma and the abandonment I endured. I feel rather incompetent and inferior in the intelligence department as well. IEPs, special classes, the whole 9 yards. I'm "lucky" to have had the bare minimum requirements to sustain human life.
But beyond that? Community? Friendship? Belonging? I fit in here like a rectangle fits into a circular hole. It just ain't gonna fit, no matter how much you grease it up.
I really want to die soon. I hung in there, white knuckling it for 25 long years, just hoping for a scrap of some genuine love waiting for me around the corner like this pathetic disgusting kicked puppy. It wasn't ever coming. On top of that, completely losing faith in the delusional idea of "God" making it all "right" in the end really pulled the rug out from under me.
Humans are social creatures and I cannot help my nature. To be alone is not natural to me. Solitary confinement and alienation is not natural. It's cruel and inhumane. We don't treat prisoners like that for a reason.
The verdict is clear, whether by circumstance or some ridiculous notion of "inherent worth" superceding all is irrelevant: I am defective. Unchosen. Unloved. Unseen. Used, unwanted goods. Bored out of my fucking mind and all out of cope. I can confidently say it's over at this point in time. Reality corpus has spoken. That's game.
In the meantime, I'm just waiting to build up the balls to squeeze the trigger. The human survival instinct is quite an extraordinary thing... or maybe I'm just a coward. There's some lingering guilt there for my mother as well unfortunately. Which leads me to my next point: do you guys have any tips and tricks to come to terms with it? I know that whatever awaits me on the other side cannot possibly be subjectively worse than this hell... right?
I personally believe reincarnation is most probable, followed up closely by permanent nonexistence. But whatever happens, I don't believe our identities will follow us there. I think this game was most likely always zero-sum to begin with. I'd love your inputs. Thanks.
(Sorry for the rambling.)
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