• Deli lyfe v.10 let's share our life problems edition because apparently we're all miserable
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[QUOTE=Herfjotur;44184054]I feel like I won't see the edge until I've stepped over[/QUOTE] I'm pretty much continually on the verge of breaking
Me too. I kinda trashed my room today and laid on the floor curled up for a couple hours trying to decide if I should get my rifle.
Literally the only thing preventing me is that I know that there are people who care about me and I don't want to hurt them.
Same.
It will get better. It always will. I'm pretty sure a lot of the time you have to be the one who works to make it better.
I'm actually very happy with where my life is at the moment.
[QUOTE=felix the cat;44186136]Literally the only thing preventing me is that I know that there are people who care about me and I don't want to hurt them.[/QUOTE] This. I can barely even consider anything when I know how much my family and friends love and care about me. Living through this stuff is worth not hurting them, at least I can do that right
I'm a nihilistic atheist. My outlook on life isn't too good. Words don't ever help. My intelligence has cursed me with a deeper understanding, and I realize that after death, I face a fate worse than hell. I would gladly spend an eternity swimming laps in a lake of boiling feces as opposed to the eternally nothingness which follows our short lives. No matter what I do with my life, it doesn't matter. I'm nothing. We're all nothing. I'll die. We'll all die. This planet will die. Nothing matters. Nothing fucking matters... We may as well not even fucking exist. It makes no difference...
If you have that attitude, why don't you have some fucking fun and forget about nothingness.
You're right. We are nothing. Nothing amounts to anything in the long run. That's why it's so important to enjoy this tiny speck of time we get alive while we can. We only get one shot at life. Make it count.
This probably doesn't help at all, but I heard that if you live until 45 by that time they'll be able to make you live forever. I just like to hang onto this little hope that maybe that's true whenever I start fearing oblivion. Anyways just a thought. [editline]9th March 2014[/editline] Also yeah what they said. Even if science can't save us we should get shit done while we can. That's my thought. I always feel like life is too short so I've been trying as hard as I can to see as much as I can while I still can.
I personally don't fear life after death, It's not really important right now
I can't have fun because the only thing I really enjoy makes me miserable now.
I just have no motivation anymore. Sometimes I have good days and I get my work done and I feel okay about it. But most of the time I'm just trying to scrape by. I just feel sick all the time and I'm constantly worrying and stressing about things I can't change and I don't know how to stop. I hate who I am and I'm unable to change the parts of my life that I hate and it's killing me.
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Like my grandfather used to say, "Mind over matter; if you don't mind, it don't matter"
I'm physically incapable of not worrying. The only time I'm not is when I'm being distracted long enough to not be thinking about my life
Felix r u me? Anyways. I'm trying to fix my nihilism. I've been talking to my mom about using psilocybin to explore myself. I'm hoping that it can lead me to revelations that will cause me to worry less and be happier.
Well then here, have a distraction. And try not to let it remind you of I Am Legend. [video=youtube;zaGUr6wzyT8]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zaGUr6wzyT8[/video]
Yeah I'm so unbelievably excited for the new Cosmos.
[video=youtube;khACKq23bC8]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khACKq23bC8[/video] Could say it's edgy Kill me for that one please
Did my negativity just get offloaded on everyone else?
I personally don't believe in the idea that there is absolute nothingness after death, I still believe there is a god of some sort because I think the mere fact we exist and can even question our own existence is something ~spectacular~ Even then, I just try and take things one day at a time.
I don't care if there's life after death or not, I just wanna live as long as I can enjoy life and enjoy it as much as I can.
I meant to post this back when everyone was posting neat dream state-like music, but I find it particularly relevant now. [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCwjV39s3WU&feature=kp[/media] AZEDIA and [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qTURlYVJb8]Daughter[/url] are pretty good at making me feel safe. [editline]9th March 2014[/editline] Barry Long did the original speeches sampled in the song, and I generally don't like spirituality stuff, but he's pretty relaxing.
All I care about is being worth something. Be it having a job, being a father, saving someones life, or I don't fucking I know I just want to matter. Obviously I matter to friends and family but sometimes I don't feel like that's enough. I have a low-end job so that doesn't count. I'm part time at a community college so who cares about that. My girlfriend isn't talking to me for a week right now so holy shit. That was the main thing keeping me going. I meant so much to her and that's why I felt that I mattered. But I took that for granted and almost ruined it. I didn't break it but it's bent to fuck and gonna take months maybe years to fix. I already know I'm on the upward slope of this slump, which is heartening, but it's still a terrible feeling
So this girl I know name-dropped me as her supposed bf when some other guy was hitting on her. Not sure if I really want to commit to a relationship. Wut do.
Be honest with her and tell her that.
You've gotta really appreciate life for what it is. It's not until you see the end that you realize how fucking wonderful life really is. My uncle bob was a very sad man. His life consisted of lifting, reading, then going to work as a bouncer for house of blues in Vegas. He was away from all relatives (anybody related lived on the easy coast), his wife was a complete and total cunt, his dog had died (shit. He say up for eight hours straight crying the night she died) and at one point he went to a pawn shop, bought a gun, walke home, put his mouth around the barrel and pulled the trigger. He didn't die, but he lay there for three hours waiting to die when he thought of everything wonderful in his life. Although he had a bullet go through his head and bleed for tree hours, he miraculously was able to pull out the strength to call the ambulance. Fortunately, the bullet missed practically everything and passed clean through (pressure from the bullet passing did break a bunch of bones though and he needed a halo). He was so happy after that. He was driven to te edge and once he went over he didn't like what he saw. He called all living relatives and was beyond excited. He scheduled trips I see everybody within a few months of the incident, and he really saw how many people really loved him. Unfortunately, a few weeks before any of his scheduled visits, he passed away in his sleep due to some fucking heart arrhythmia. I remover the memorial they held at the house of blues for him. It was packed with hysterically crying staff all wearing T-shirts that read "This one's for bobby". He even got a bench with his name on ot out next to Jimi Hendrix's bench. Before he was so alone and didn't realize so many people had truly loved him. I'm just glad that he realized that before he died. I hate so much when anybody, especially on here, talks like this. So many people truly love you, all of IFAP, and would hate to see any of you hurt.
[video=youtube;Sw-ko6aINI4]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sw-ko6aINI4[/video]
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