At the risk of sounding incredibly pretentious-- have you ever started thinking too much about, you know, 'the meaning' of everything? Weirdly, I get Apeirophobia when I watch shows about outer space. Because then I start thinking about creation. About how everything HAS to come from something. We came from monkeys who came from dinosaurs who came from tiny little germs cells, or whatever you believe-- evolution or a higher power or anything else. Our planet came from an explosion in the universe. But where did our universe come from? And if our planet is nothing but an insignifact little dot in our universe, and our universe is nothing but an insignificant dot in the midst of billions and billions of other universes... what's the point, really? When I think about the nature of infinity, I start to feel like nothing we do matters. We are going to go through our life being miserable at these jobs that we feel like we have to go to and hating these problems in our life that essentially amount to NOTHING in the grand scheme of things-- in the end, what does it matter whether or not you went to college or had a baby when you were fifteen or if you were a doctor or a dirty homeless dude living on the streets? Because we're going to die out or evolve in the same way that everything has died out or evolved since the beginning of time-- we'd be pretty arrogant (and we ARE pretty arrogant) to assume anything otherwise, because what are we, really, in a universe that is so so so much bigger than ourselves?
I start to panic. But then I go and have Whataburger or something and realize the only way to get through life without wanting to put a bullet through your head is to live purely selfishly. That seems to be the point of humanity, anyway. To want all of these pointless things like iphones and Prada shoes, and to spend your entire life working to get them.
God, I am such a douche. I need to stop reading so much and start interacting with humans beans more instead. I'm turning into a fucking bull-shit philosopher.
"I start to feel like nothing we do matters. We are going to go through our life being miserable at these jobs that we feel like we have to go to and hating these problems in our life that essentially amount to NOTHING in the grand scheme of things" My personal belief.
I start to panic. But then I go and have Whataburger or something and realize the only way to get through life without wanting to put a bullet through your head is to live purely selfishly. That seems to be the point of humanity, anyway. To want all of these pointless things like iphones and Prada shoes, and to spend your entire life working to get them.
God, I am such a douche. I need to stop reading so much and start interacting with humans beans more instead. I'm turning into a fucking bull-shit philosopher.
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My personal belief.
I just try to not think about it.
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