Guys, intellectually I'm all spooked out. I can't stand philosophy because of all the unfalsifiable garbage...

Guys, intellectually I'm all spooked out. I can't stand philosophy because of all the unfalsifiable garbage. Many fields like economics etc are just applied common sense and stamp collecting. I see novels as nothing but entertainment despite pretentious people claiming life / philosophical insights and tonnes of people will consider you a disgusting plebeian if you don't initially read shitloads of boring as fuck canon novels.

I think I am painfully adapting to the idea of the Internet age / information overload by abandoning any pretension that I can be an all rounder or even dilettante in everything. There are ten trillion books called "Introduction to [broad and important field]", even if you only have one of each field.

History is similar to novels. Shitloads of reading along with a shitload pretension thrown on top telling you that you truly cannot no nuthin unless you have an in depth understanding of the Greeks / Romans / Christianity / USA / WW1 / WW2 / financial systems / or shitloads of other topics I can't stand it. And then there's current events. I don't care about climate change, outer space, inequality, China, the EU, applied psychology, the education system, diversity, Russia, South America, refugees, nutrition, mental health, and more. Admitting just one of these would make me an iredeemable idiot, no doubt.

Has anyone else had similar thoughts? The spooks are powerful and must be removed but their removal leaves your mind in a promordial state that is more susceptible to spooks than before.

I go to the city centre and see people shopping and the streets are busy, which is comforting compared to when they're empty, but walking through then brings no epiphanies.

I am so past watching movies or tv shows, even ones that pander to "edgy" young males. I just about read books but only because society tells me I should, though I don't derive much enjoyment

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And obviously I have an existential crisis but /lit/ is fucking pathetic in demanding that anyone who has one should immediately "grow up" and become a monotheist and wagecuck. I fucking hate wagecucking. Seeing attractive young people is humiliating. I tell myself every day that I'll soon work intensely on one thing but I can't bear to do this. If you're really good at one thing then there are people lining up to call you a tard for not watching opera or being able to run a marathon or whatever shit. So I do nothing.

Every "thinker" is at their core an utter fucking fraud. Nietzche is a Tony Robbins tier Rorschach test. Science and mathematics provide non trivial insights but only in ultra specialised ways that probably require autism to appreciate. I listen to In Our Time podcasts and Bret Easton Ellis podcasts and I think at heart everyone cares about nothing more than social drama.

Now I know it was a fucking anglo who posted this shit everywhere
7/10 pasta, fellow pasta maker

Seems like you've might've reached a point in your life where you realized you're not smart. You're probably close to average. Sorry to break it to you like this.

user, you're on the verge of a great change.

I was here at one point too.

You have two paths: believing in objective truth or subjective truth.

The answer isn't as easy as it seems.

Really mull over the infinite for a while. Get high, talk to friends, bounce ideas off of your peers in an honest and Truthful way.

The path you pick will dictate your happiness in the future but no one can decicse it for you.

Listening to some Dvorak String Quartets right now and caring not a whit about the World or my fate in it or beyond it.

In an hour I will embark on a drive for some work as a courier for a Pharmacy . I will drive about 200 miles and possible earn a hundred dollars after the gas expense.

I will return to my modest one bedroom condo which I won and make some hot coco and watch an old film.

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ennui is a bitch.

there's always Balamb Garden

If you're so smart, then why can't you figure out how to solve your problem?

Because he's not wise.

La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine,
Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps,
Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords,
Comme les mendiants nourrissent leur vermine.
Nos péchés sont têtus, nos repentirs sont lâches;
Nous nous faisons payer grassement nos aveux,
Et nous rentrons gaiement dans le chemin bourbeux,
Croyant par de vils pleurs laver toutes nos taches.
Sur l'oreiller du mal c'est Satan Trismégiste
Qui berce longuement notre esprit enchanté,
Et le riche métal de notre volonté
Est tout vaporisé par ce savant chimiste.
C'est le Diable qui tient les fils qui nous remuent!
Aux objets répugnants nous trouvons des appas;
Chaque jour vers l'Enfer nous descendons d'un pas,
Sans horreur, à travers des ténèbres qui puent.
Ainsi qu'un débauché pauvre qui baise et mange
Le sein martyrisé d'une antique catin,
Nous volons au passage un plaisir clandestin
Que nous pressons bien fort comme une vieille orange.
Serré, fourmillant, comme un million d'helminthes,
Dans nos cerveaux ribote un peuple de Démons,
Et, quand nous respirons, la Mort dans nos poumons
Descend, fleuve invisible, avec de sourdes plaintes.
Si le viol, le poison, le poignard, l'incendie,
N'ont pas encor brodé de leurs plaisants dessins
Le canevas banal de nos piteux destins,
C'est que notre âme, hélas! n'est pas assez hardie.
Mais parmi les chacals, les panthères, les lices,
Les singes, les scorpions, les vautours, les serpents,
Les monstres glapissants, hurlants, grognants, rampants,
Dans la ménagerie infâme de nos vices,
II en est un plus laid, plus méchant, plus immonde!
Quoiqu'il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris,
Il ferait volontiers de la terre un débris
Et dans un bâillement avalerait le monde;
>C'est l'Ennui! L'oeil chargé d'un pleur involontaire,
>II rêve d'échafauds en fumant son houka.
>Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat,
>— Hypocrite lecteur, — mon semblable, — mon frère!

I like being around attractive young people cause I can talk to them and have fun conversations

>inb4 extrovert normie
I'm literally autistic

ok I'll post a translation you illiterate normies

To the Reader
Folly, error, sin, avarice
Occupy our minds and labor our bodies,
And we feed our pleasant remorse
As beggars nourish their vermin.
Our sins are obstinate, our repentance is faint;
We exact a high price for our confessions,
And we gaily return to the miry path,
Believing that base tears wash away all our stains.
On the pillow of evil Satan, Trismegist,
Incessantly lulls our enchanted minds,
And the noble metal of our will
Is wholly vaporized by this wise alchemist.
The Devil holds the strings which move us!
In repugnant things we discover charms;
Every day we descend a step further toward Hell,
Without horror, through gloom that stinks.
Like a penniless rake who with kisses and bites
Tortures the breast of an old prostitute,
We steal as we pass by a clandestine pleasure
That we squeeze very hard like a dried up orange.
Serried, swarming, like a million maggots,
A legion of Demons carouses in our brains,
And when we breathe, Death, that unseen river,
Descends into our lungs with muffled wails.
If rape, poison, daggers, arson
Have not yet embroidered with their pleasing designs
The banal canvas of our pitiable lives,
It is because our souls have not enough boldness.
But among the jackals, the panthers, the bitch hounds,
The apes, the scorpions, the vultures, the serpents,
The yelping, howling, growling, crawling monsters,
In the filthy menagerie of our vices,
There is one more ugly, more wicked, more filthy!
Although he makes neither great gestures nor great cries,
He would willingly make of the earth a shambles
And, in a yawn, swallow the world;
>He is Ennui! — His eye watery as though with tears,
>He dreams of scaffolds as he smokes his hookah pipe.
>You know him reader, that refined monster,
>— Hypocritish reader, — my fellow, — my brother!

This is the portal to truly living, choosing subjectivity

Baudelaire is breddy gud indeed.

awfully longwinded way to say "i'm a faggot", user

>I tell myself every day that I'll soon work intensely on one thing but I can't bear to do this. If you're really good at one thing then there are people lining up to call you a tard for not watching opera or being able to run a marathon or whatever shit. So I do nothing.

Fixed it for you
>I tell myself every day that I'll soon work intensely on one thing but I can't bear to do this. If you're really good at one thing then others will judge me so I use this as an excuse to do nothing because other peoples opinions of me matter more than my own self advancement.

Get over yourself. You are not special. Just find things that you personally enjoy and do them.

We all experience this user, the beauty of our world is that you can just choose what suits your mind best. It sounds like you're having an existential crisis. Learn the arts of not giving a fuck about ANYTHING then work from what your soul needs. You need to find your true self, read some carl jung he was an expert in this field. He can maintain your attention with ease due to his abstract thought process. Anyways after you've found you who you truly are find a field if work on this planet that matches it best and if none exist make your own.

Also this.

I feel you, user. I am actually pretty intelligent, graduated cum laude near the top of my class in physics, but I just don't find anything interesting, so every act of learning or work requires willpower and the overcoming of mental barriers, which is finite. As a result, I cannot devote myself to anything and can never acquire expertise.

I would love to love something, anything, so I could put my body and mind to it without having to force myself, thereby, over time, becoming an expert and gaining self-respect.

I've stopped listening to people telling me to "man up" or "stop crying". The simple fact is that one who has to force himself to do an activity - doesn't matter what - can never hope to compete, not in the long run at least, with someone who is intrinsically motivated because he gains enjoyment or fulfillment out of what he does.

Feels bad man.

I just do my best to try and figure out what the next important thing will be and get in on the ground floor of that

Pasta

All yall postin in a bait thread you new fag as ficki ficki

Holy fuck your IQ must be at least 160. Teach me your ways I want to be as smart as you

Honestly I've read a ton of big edgydeep novels and I've had way more crazy philosophical realizations from interesting fantasy.


Lord of the Rings taught me to question my anger.

> Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. Not even the wise can see all ends.
HPMOR taught me that accepting any negative status quo, no matter how seemingly impossible it is to change, is wrong.

> And someday when the descendants of humanity have spread from star to star they won’t tell the children about the history of Ancient Earth until they’re old enough to bear it and when they learn they’ll weep to hear that such a thing as Death had ever once existed
Game of Thrones taught me that all the grand institutions and organizations that seem so formidable are in fact usually a house of cards, made up by fallible people.

> Power resides where men believe it resides… It’s a trick, a shadow on the wall.


Nowadays I just read whatever I find enjoyable, and try to glean what bits of wisdom I can from it.

>tips fedora

Holy shit did that turd just talk?

Oh wait that's not a turd, it's just a polish guy, my bad.

>tipping intensifies

I've seen this copypasta a dozen times, but even still, I feel you man.

I have no idea what's true and what isn't anymore. I want to pursue the truth myself, but I'm not sure where to start and it seems like such a daunting task.

Being on Sup Forums isn't a help either. So much shit is spewed into my face and I can't tell if it tastes like burnt potatoes or chicken tendies.

I think most of us are here for the same reason, though. Pursuit of 'red pills'. But, as we've established, it's extremely difficult to verify anything.

What do, /pol, what do...