I enjoyed life until I saw it for what it is

[allalone71]

There was a time where I enjoyed life, when I was younger and more naive, before I had experiences that gave me insight into what the game of life is really about. I had a good life until my first and only relationship with my ex-girlfriend shattered my worldview. She broke me, traumatized me, and made me suffer.

I now see life for what it is. A game of natural selection. We are, in essence, biologically optimized organisms designed to spread our genetics onto another generation. We are a biological reaction, hysterical and useless. Men pursue their ambitions, try to achieve status and accomplish things, because their ape brain wishes for them to find a mate, and this is what the mate selection process demands. Women exude kindness, beauty, and wonder, because this too is what the mate selection process demands.

The reality is, there is not much point to life, to existence. Nobody is getting out of it alive, and even if one could, life is just the same cycle on repeat, with some patterns or variations. The same biochemical loops playing over and over in your head. The same innate drives and compulsions manifesting in different ways from individual to individual, but in unity towards a meaningless abyss.

I gave the world, and people, many chances, but love and friendship, which I once thought were the sole thing that made life worth living, turned out to be nothing but a hoax. I will cave in and probably hang myself soon.

 

[niki wonoto]

I'm from Indonesia, and I can deeply relate with this. Thank you for sharing!

Once you've realized that it's all meaningless, especially in the grand scheme of things/everything (which is nihilism, in philosophical term), then you just can't go back anymore to the same person you used to be. It's like you already wake up to the truth & reality of life/existence. Normally, most people probably just don't think too deeply about these type of things. People just simply live their lives everyday!

 

[Crematoryy]

There was a time where I enjoyed life, when I was younger and more naive, before I had experiences that gave me insight into what the game of life is really about. I had a good life until my first and only relationship with my ex-girlfriend shattered my worldview. She broke me, traumatized me, and made me suffer.

I now see life for what it is. A game of natural selection. We are, in essence, biologically optimized organisms designed to spread our genetics onto another generation. We are a biological reaction, hysterical and useless. Men pursue their ambitions, try to achieve status and accomplish things, because their ape brain wishes for them to find a mate, and this is what the mate selection process demands. Women exude kindness, beauty, and wonder, because this too is what the mate selection process demands.

The reality is, there is not much point to life, to existence. Nobody is getting out of it alive, and even if one could, life is just the same cycle on repeat, with some patterns or variations. The same biochemical loops playing over and over in your head. The same innate drives and compulsions manifesting in different ways from individual to individual, but in unity towards a meaningless abyss.

I gave the world, and people, many chances, but love and friendship, which I once thought were the sole thing that made life worth living, turned out to be nothing but a hoax. I will cave in and probably hang myself soon.

There was a time where I enjoyed life, when I was younger and more naive, before I had experiences that gave me insight into what the game of life is really about. I had a good life until my first and only relationship with my ex-girlfriend shattered my worldview. She broke me, traumatized me, and made me suffer.

I now see life for what it is. A game of natural selection. We are, in essence, biologically optimized organisms designed to spread our genetics onto another generation. We are a biological reaction, hysterical and useless. Men pursue their ambitions, try to achieve status and accomplish things, because their ape brain wishes for them to find a mate, and this is what the mate selection process demands. Women exude kindness, beauty, and wonder, because this too is what the mate selection process demands.

The reality is, there is not much point to life, to existence. Nobody is getting out of it alive, and even if one could, life is just the same cycle on repeat, with some patterns or variations. The same biochemical loops playing over and over in your head. The same innate drives and compulsions manifesting in different ways from individual to individual, but in unity towards a meaningless abyss.

I gave the world, and people, many chances, but love and friendship, which I once thought were the sole thing that made life worth living, turned out to be nothing but a hoax. I will cave in and probably hang myself soon.

What you're doing is called post-rationalization. It's when you create a rationalistic explanation to minimize a fact and make it more palatable to your mind. It's like qualitatively downgrading the object of your desire so that the frustration of not having it hurts less. I feel like my love is being shattered by a stranger on the internet who showed me what it's like to be loved. So I understand what you went through. Just don't give up. I'm rooting for you.

 

[copioushopelessness]

I'm sorry

 

[fkyou]

Gmd

 

[allalone71]

What you're doing is called post-rationalization. It's when you create a rationalistic explanation to minimize a fact and make it more palatable to your mind. It's like qualitatively downgrading the object of your desire so that the frustration of not having it hurts less. I feel like my love is being shattered by a stranger on the internet who showed me what it's like to be loved. So I understand what you went through. Just don't give up. I'm rooting for you.

I have no desire for her though, and these facts are anything but palatable. It took me a long time to realize these things, and I realized them well after I was over her. It wasn`t losing her that even affected me, but the trauma she put me through.

 

[intr0verse]

What you're doing is called post-rationalization. It's when you create a rationalistic explanation to minimize a fact and make it more palatable to your mind. It's like qualitatively downgrading the object of your desire so that the frustration of not having it hurts less. I feel like my love is being shattered by a stranger on the internet who showed me what it's like to be loved. So I understand what you went through. Just don't give up. I'm rooting for you.

Psychiatry have put a lot of names on anything people do or think that doesn't follow the "life is a (sacred) gift that one must enjoy" narrative.
What is wrong, from biology standpoint, with this phrase:
"We are, in essence, biologically optimized organisms designed to spread our genetics onto another generation"?

 

[Crematoryy]

Psychiatry have put a lot of names on anything people do or think that doesn't follow the "life is a (sacred) gift that one must enjoy" narrative.
What is wrong, from biology standpoint, with this phrase:
"We are, in essence, biologically optimized organisms designed to spread our genetics onto another generation"?

There's nothing wrong with that phrase; it's just the context that changes its meaning. I didn't say he was wrong to say that. Post-rationalization is a psychological mechanism for dealing with loss or denial. It's like convincing yourself that something is better, even if it wasn't what you originally wanted.

This doesn't even qualify as a pro-life argument.