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spentspirit
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- Jun 21, 2024
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Work, and the insanity of modern life. I have no way of getting back to where I used to be and feeling safe, especially with the backdrop of everyone freaking out on the drop of a dime.
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Same. It's Terrifying Beyond....Well, mostly because of my mental disorders, I am schizophrenic and having cognitive decline, it gets worse, I forget a lot more, I even forget language, words, people that I once used to know and even places I had been.
existential depression mainly related to time passing, aging, and never getting to meet certain people again. Life feels worthless when the only connections or experiences you want are in the past and that time and place is gone forever.
This is so true it feels like a wound reopening just to read this.I felt this in my soul.
( hey there mate, i have seen you making posts that are quite philosophical most of the times, they have realism in them and i love that. this thought you presented was something i too had once but then i had this question eventually-)I don't want to become a slave to the system. Work is modern day slavery, and I don't dream of labor. It's NEET or rope for me. I will defy society until my last breath (by refusing to contribute). I will retain my freedom and autonomy, and I'll never submit, even if it means that I have to die
I can totally relate. I think my main reason is the life long OCD and severe depression that never really gets much better and seems treatment resistant after well over 35 years.im useless and a constant burden to others. i have nothing to show for the life ive lived
I'm older than you and still haven't experienced my first kiss yet. Under 30 is still young.Probably aromantic but desperately want a romantic relationship, as stupid of a reason as that is. No other way out with today's medicine so my best bet is just to off myself before I get to 30 and still don't have a boyfriend or husband. It's one thing to not be able to get a partner but another to be incapable of getting one your entire life...
ThisThis is so true it feels like a wound reopening just to read this.
For me, there were simpler and happier times when anything seemed possible. For some time, I felt truly happy, in a special kind of way where the question of whether you're happy is silly and irrelevant and when self doubt and regret weren't familiar yet. Even if I was just naive and slow to grow out of innocence, the happiness was real while it lasted.
I remember reading a Reddit thread about the dangers of injecting heroin for the first time. I've haven't done hard drugs, so I don't know how true this is, but someone commented that the experience ruins you.
It leaves a heroin sized void in your heart that can't be replaced. Nothing comes close to the first rush of an unnaturally extreme amount of dopamine. And it never feels as good as the first time because your brain is already rewired, after that first hit, to be less sensitive to the same amount. They say it's hard to feel happy again.
Not to cheapen or compare what actual addicts or others in pain experience, but I've noticed the quality of my happiness decreases as I age. Both the amount and quality.
Everything is just harder. Like loneliness, and finding friends and partners to share life with.
People grow more sophisticated as they age. People are colored by their unique life experiences and it's never possible to have a friend that understands you in all aspects, just a few. And you're just one small slice of their lives now, with proper boundaries.
Oh I forgot to say that I'll absolutely accept "Heaven" as a consequence of the deactivation, with the assumption that I'd have a simulation of my Goals there. I'm simply not in a place mentally or emotionally or whatever where it matters if it's "real" or not. It'd be infinitely preferable to my current hell.TLDR: I'm a "somethingist" and hypothesize that there's more than the mundane, not in a religious way but definitely metaphysical, and I don't think death is The End as much as an end.
I don't want to die. However I need out of this broken flesh prison and the only way to untether from it is to deactivate it – body dies, soul is released, presumably. I'd also like to leave this particular universe – I have my sights on one that's only a tiny bit "better", but it's on the side of tolerable for me that Here isn't. The first is my priority.
Basically regardless of beliefs or metaphysical possibilities beyond our perception and understanding, this body hurts so much and it's a body horror nightmare. So much dysphoria that I constantly fantasize about tearing the meat suit off of me.
There's a chance this will result in oblivion – fine, it's not like I have better options and it's not like I'll ever know.
I don't believe in Hell or any equivalent, personally I just can't imagine The Powers That Be / Higher Dimensional Beings / "gods" would be that cruel for no damn reason. At worst I assume they're neutral/amoral/don't care.
"Heaven" I consider possible, if unlikely, as a trap (roach motel?) for souls so we don't wander and complicate things. After all if "They" want to contain us (assuming souls can't simply be destroyed) then the best method would be paradise, yeah?
There's also a chance I'll recarnate in some random universe – my current hypothesis for what souls do when left alone. I'd really prefer that not to be my fate, at least not this time, as I have Goals and Plans.
(Am I crazy? Idk, who cares.)
Anyway I could go on lol. Maybe I'll make my own thread if anyone's interested.
Understood. I think it might be worse to "love" someone only to get fuckin devastated with rejection. Love is a lie,nothing will hurt you more.Probably aromantic but desperately want a romantic relationship, as stupid of a reason as that is. No other way out with today's medicine so my best bet is just to off myself before I get to 30 and still don't have a boyfriend or husband. It's one thing to not be able to get a partner but another to be incapable of getting one your entire life...