yellowtapesport
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Ubuntu1;8053141 said:I have no aspirations, at least not concrete objectives. I'm honestly just waiting to die. I know how 'emo' that sounds but I'm not depressed or suicidal (in a very bad mood sometimes, often, yes, and I may occasionally be fully depressed in future but I could only see myself being 'suicidal' in very few circumstances, like suffering from some brutal terminal illness). I just don't care about 'my life' anymore. I would have preferred not to have been brought into existence. If I was a middle aged man and no one who would be really devastated by my death was still alive and I had no dependents (that would include foster and adopted companion animals, which I plan on having) and I had a painless, foolproof method of suicide I would take it.
My aspirations are to have fun and experience pleasure and, if I can, help the people I care about (some humans and all non-human animals) to do the same and be free from suffering. I have always wanted to write children's fantasy/science fiction novels, and I will try to (even though it's almost guaranteed that I won't be successful), but doing it for money and having to alter my work to meet publishing standards (the idea that my work will be rejected as objectively bad instead of just 'not what we're looking for' also bothers me) is partly why the idea doesn't excite me like it used to. Besides that I like being around non-human animals and helping them in some way. What prevents me from doing more for them is primarily wanting to avoid human contact (which is completely selfish and hypocritical). I would also like to have casual sex (or even just make out/cuddle) with attractive women, ideally, what's preventing me from doing that is lack of money (to hire an escort) and if I was open to sex with non-escorts than my restless leg syndrome (I can't even fantasize about being with women and some other things without triggering it), being unattractive (body and face) and I honestly just don't really trust, feel close to or relate to most women, the fantasy doesn't really match the reality. Besides that; writing children's fiction, caring for non-human animals and having sex with desirable women, there's not really anymore more I want than to listen to good music, read/reply to interesting topics online, eat tasty (healthy/vegan) food, watch movies/tv shows and read comic books and novels. I used to be really interested in ethics, and I wish there were more ethics oriented topics on the IC, but I've mostly lost interest in even that, it seems pointless, very few, if any, people have the same attitude and view that I do. What's preventing me from getting a go to job is pragmatic social anxiety (having a degree would make that easier but I can't regret not finishing university because there was no other way things could be). An online or at home job is a must, it would be impossible to explain how shockingly bad going out in public and working with people everyday was to psychologically normal people. I would rather off myself than go through that again.
The world is boring and harsh, to me. You can't wrestle with everyone and human beings are predictably wicked (I'm not claiming to be the sole exception or denying that many, many, maybe even most, people are beyond decent and kind but considering past experience I can only think of very few among the many decent I could be almost certain will never turn). The way that most people think people and things must be, their values, are so completely boring to me. It just doesn't excite me. I could never be who I want to be with most people and it's inhibiting. There's no magic in the world and most people seem OK with that, it's only like that because it's what they accept.
Shit reads like a suicide note