The Burning Fool
Falling through the abyss of insanity
- Sep 12, 2023
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Disclaimer: I'm not advocating my worldview or any of my beliefs. I'm merely writing down my thoughts to give an account of what depression feels like, to me personally. Knowing that others are listening to me can feel good sometimes. I have a pro-death philosophy that's absolutely void of faith and hope, which I will describe in this post, so if you're sensitive to that, don't read further. I'm new to this site, so please tell me if I'm causing any inconvenience.
I've felt like I'm adrift in an ocean of toxic waste for the last 15 years or so. I've witnessed too much suffering and recognized how asymmetrical its amount and quality is to all the pleasures one can attain. The uncaringly cruel nature of the universe, the insane stupidity, selfishness and entitlement of humans, and the imminent societal collapse caused by ecological overshoot is too much for me to turn a blind eye to. Even though it's likely that my life will be ended by my own hands, they are being pushed against me by luck and fate in a bully's game of "stop hitting yourself".
I'm convinced that my pessimistic outlook and lifestyle is a reasonable reaction to the world I inhabit. I don't see these as symptoms of a mental illness at all, but even if I did, I wouldn't care, because having a mental illness doesn't add or subtract from the soundness or validity of one's claims and arguments. All that's preventing me from killing myself is a set of inherited behavioral patterns: caring about the well-being of family, survival instinct, fear of pain and so on. But I've established an entire philosophy around my suicidal ideation, and apparently no one can talk me out of it. I'm bound to reach a tipping point where my rationality will supersede my instincts and unconscious motivations. Then the end goal of my actions will change from surviving as long as I can while preventing and alleviating the largest amount of suffering I'm able to, to dying as soon as I can while experiencing the least amount of suffering possible.
I've lost all hope of healing, because I've witnessed how sick everyone is. I have no faith in humanity's ability to make this world significantly better, and I don't believe the world in its current state is worth living in. I sincerely believe that I've contemplated existence enough to discover the dark, comforting, freeing and protecting truth that not being alive is the ultimate answer to all questions, the perfect, final solution to all problems.
I believe that I'm too smart to be alive, although I do realize that I am as asinine and pathetic a beast as all humans are. I believe that if any all-knowing, all-powerful, all-beneficent gods existed, they would prevent consciousness from emerging, because the qualia of the self is fundamentally a delusion, and conscious awareness is an inherently harmful feature of neural function. I believe that my delusion of being a self is a freak accident, a mistake that must be corrected.
These are my thoughts for now, although I'm quite sure I've written some things I shouldn't have, and that I forgot to mention some important things, and also that I've made no meaningful contribution to the forum, so sorry about that. Please correct my grammar wherever I made any mistakes, because English is not my first language.
Best wishes to everyone!
I've felt like I'm adrift in an ocean of toxic waste for the last 15 years or so. I've witnessed too much suffering and recognized how asymmetrical its amount and quality is to all the pleasures one can attain. The uncaringly cruel nature of the universe, the insane stupidity, selfishness and entitlement of humans, and the imminent societal collapse caused by ecological overshoot is too much for me to turn a blind eye to. Even though it's likely that my life will be ended by my own hands, they are being pushed against me by luck and fate in a bully's game of "stop hitting yourself".
I'm convinced that my pessimistic outlook and lifestyle is a reasonable reaction to the world I inhabit. I don't see these as symptoms of a mental illness at all, but even if I did, I wouldn't care, because having a mental illness doesn't add or subtract from the soundness or validity of one's claims and arguments. All that's preventing me from killing myself is a set of inherited behavioral patterns: caring about the well-being of family, survival instinct, fear of pain and so on. But I've established an entire philosophy around my suicidal ideation, and apparently no one can talk me out of it. I'm bound to reach a tipping point where my rationality will supersede my instincts and unconscious motivations. Then the end goal of my actions will change from surviving as long as I can while preventing and alleviating the largest amount of suffering I'm able to, to dying as soon as I can while experiencing the least amount of suffering possible.
I've lost all hope of healing, because I've witnessed how sick everyone is. I have no faith in humanity's ability to make this world significantly better, and I don't believe the world in its current state is worth living in. I sincerely believe that I've contemplated existence enough to discover the dark, comforting, freeing and protecting truth that not being alive is the ultimate answer to all questions, the perfect, final solution to all problems.
I believe that I'm too smart to be alive, although I do realize that I am as asinine and pathetic a beast as all humans are. I believe that if any all-knowing, all-powerful, all-beneficent gods existed, they would prevent consciousness from emerging, because the qualia of the self is fundamentally a delusion, and conscious awareness is an inherently harmful feature of neural function. I believe that my delusion of being a self is a freak accident, a mistake that must be corrected.
These are my thoughts for now, although I'm quite sure I've written some things I shouldn't have, and that I forgot to mention some important things, and also that I've made no meaningful contribution to the forum, so sorry about that. Please correct my grammar wherever I made any mistakes, because English is not my first language.
Best wishes to everyone!