Thrasymachus
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I really wonder about these questions alot.
Looking back on my whole life I have never really met a person I would consider worth meeting. If you ask me I would say I have no friends, but compared to many people here I have friends, but I don't define friends like others. I have people that from past association I have become comfortable being around, so I continue to be around them in the future. When I have company from others is usually with the same few people I knew from junior high, high school or have otherwise been around long enough to feel comfort in their presence. But I have nothing much in common with them now, so what is the point of seeing them? All most of them ever want to do is drink beer everyday, smoke weed, watch too much tv/movies and talk about ******** that hardly matters. Seeing them and not seeing them, is much the same, one instance is just as uneventful as the other. I should move past them and head onto the next phase of life, except I have a crappy part-time job, bad social skills, and not much inclination to get to know other people, since they are probably not worth meeting anyway. Probably I am just making excuses since if I had money I would not have as much free time and hide behind that.
This intellectual had it dead on:
Most leisure activities people do are very base, they just go to work and afterward find several vices for afterward like tv, alcohol, drugs, internet, too much useless gossip on the phone, or leaving one large box only enter another larger box to buy something or pay for entertainment and consider this "going out", etc. I would like to try to spend more time cultivating myself, doing activities that will improve myself in my leisure time but I most often end up sadly moping on the couch, aimlessly wasting time on the internet, watching a movie or sleeping to avoid the dead feeling that is always inside of my chest but can't ever escape. When I see what is in my immediate environment I feel there is no point to bother bettering myself, because the more you become cultivated the more alienated you are from the hoi polloi.
That really summed up my life since I dropped out of high school back in 2000, I feel like some soulless machine of routine in my self-created purgatory. I just know yesterday and tomorrow and nothing else. I am not in prison, but I feel like it because I cannot understand how everyone just participates with such a malicious society, so I just hide myself in my mom's house refusing to emerge much. How can they get up for work so easily? Or pretend they fall in love(when most likely they will end up falling into divorce or stay unhappily together simply because they share a house and kids) and procreate to bring another generation into the misery? Life has been an existential crisis for me, not something immanently liveable, I can't just do, I have to always think and over-analyze everything. To me being alive was never something I could see as a gift, an opportunity, it is more something I have had to suffer through because my parents decided they wanted kids. A curse external from my wishes invited upon me by parents who like most parents, shouldn't have had kids since they didn't know how to raise them, but decided selfishly they wanted them anyway, decided that they wanted to continue ahead and spawn. They separated anyway when I was about five, but I am left to suffer through this cruel world I never want the ability to cope with. If you look at the people who are well adjusted to this horror show, they are most often very banal. They think life is about making the most money, getting the trophy girlfriends, then the trophy wife and procreating to teach their progeny the same base lessons, because for them the unexamined life is the only one possible.
Can anyone here answer:
By what criteria is someone worth meeting?
What makes an activity worth doing?
Looking back on my whole life I have never really met a person I would consider worth meeting. If you ask me I would say I have no friends, but compared to many people here I have friends, but I don't define friends like others. I have people that from past association I have become comfortable being around, so I continue to be around them in the future. When I have company from others is usually with the same few people I knew from junior high, high school or have otherwise been around long enough to feel comfort in their presence. But I have nothing much in common with them now, so what is the point of seeing them? All most of them ever want to do is drink beer everyday, smoke weed, watch too much tv/movies and talk about ******** that hardly matters. Seeing them and not seeing them, is much the same, one instance is just as uneventful as the other. I should move past them and head onto the next phase of life, except I have a crappy part-time job, bad social skills, and not much inclination to get to know other people, since they are probably not worth meeting anyway. Probably I am just making excuses since if I had money I would not have as much free time and hide behind that.
This intellectual had it dead on:
Erich Fromm said:...
“I should add…that just as it is important to avoid trivial conversation, it is important to avoid bad company. By bad company I do not refer only to people who are vicious and destructive; one should avoid their company because their orbit is poisonous and depressing. I mean also the company of zombies, of people whose soul is dead, although their body is alive, of people whose thoughts and conversation are trivial; who chatter instead of talk, and who assert cliché opinions instead of thinking.”
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The Art of Loving (New York: Perennial Library, 1974) p. 95–96.
Most leisure activities people do are very base, they just go to work and afterward find several vices for afterward like tv, alcohol, drugs, internet, too much useless gossip on the phone, or leaving one large box only enter another larger box to buy something or pay for entertainment and consider this "going out", etc. I would like to try to spend more time cultivating myself, doing activities that will improve myself in my leisure time but I most often end up sadly moping on the couch, aimlessly wasting time on the internet, watching a movie or sleeping to avoid the dead feeling that is always inside of my chest but can't ever escape. When I see what is in my immediate environment I feel there is no point to bother bettering myself, because the more you become cultivated the more alienated you are from the hoi polloi.
Albert Camus said:...
So with all the sleep, my memories, reading my crime story, and the alteration of light and darkness, time passed. Of course I had read that you wind up losing track of time in prison, but it hadn't meant much to me when I'd read it. I hadn't understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only the words "yesterday" and "tomorrow" had any meaning for me.
One day when the guard told me that I'd been in for five months, I believed it, but I didn't understand it. For me it was one and the same unending day that was unfolding in my cell and the same thing that I was trying to do. ...
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Camus, Albert. trans. Matthew Ward The Stranger (Vintage International, 1989) p. 80.
That really summed up my life since I dropped out of high school back in 2000, I feel like some soulless machine of routine in my self-created purgatory. I just know yesterday and tomorrow and nothing else. I am not in prison, but I feel like it because I cannot understand how everyone just participates with such a malicious society, so I just hide myself in my mom's house refusing to emerge much. How can they get up for work so easily? Or pretend they fall in love(when most likely they will end up falling into divorce or stay unhappily together simply because they share a house and kids) and procreate to bring another generation into the misery? Life has been an existential crisis for me, not something immanently liveable, I can't just do, I have to always think and over-analyze everything. To me being alive was never something I could see as a gift, an opportunity, it is more something I have had to suffer through because my parents decided they wanted kids. A curse external from my wishes invited upon me by parents who like most parents, shouldn't have had kids since they didn't know how to raise them, but decided selfishly they wanted them anyway, decided that they wanted to continue ahead and spawn. They separated anyway when I was about five, but I am left to suffer through this cruel world I never want the ability to cope with. If you look at the people who are well adjusted to this horror show, they are most often very banal. They think life is about making the most money, getting the trophy girlfriends, then the trophy wife and procreating to teach their progeny the same base lessons, because for them the unexamined life is the only one possible.
Can anyone here answer:
By what criteria is someone worth meeting?
What makes an activity worth doing?