Vegard Pompey
ALLY TO GOOD, NIGHTMARE TO YOU
Trying to study history but getting distracted by my own quarter-life crisis. By historical standards I could've very well lived a full life by now. But I've barely lived at all. I'm nowhere near self-actualization and I have for the most part taken no joy in being alive. If I died today and some divine being asked me to rate the experience I'd give it a solid 0/10. I'm only living out of hope that if I keep working on it maybe someday things will get better but I have no guarantee that they will. I know plenty of people with atheistic/materialistic worldviews that don't also subscribe to pessimism/antinatalism but to me the latter philosophy seems to follow logically from the former and it came to me with no difficulty at all. Is my life just singularly fucking hollow for me to see things this way and if so what the fuck do I do about it?
Part of me wonders if this a worldview that flourishes in isolation (seems to have worked that way for Lovecraft) because I've had a pretty solitary fucking life. To summarize my life story briefly, I grew up in one of the remotest godforsaken places you could imagine without leaving the first world, the only friends I had either died or moved away so I retreated into books and games and lost touch with the world. When I eventually moved to a larger town to attend high school it turned out my social skills were kinda shit and I never made any friends and got miserable and dropped out and moved back home where I lived for a few years doing fuck all but helping to take care of my dad who was dying a slow death after suffering several strokes which was another thing about my life that kinda sucked. Sorry, I don't like to whine like this or to blame external circumstances for everything that's gone wrong in my life, there were certainly things I could've done better. And I haven't given up, I'm continuously working to improve myself, find happiness and a place in the world. I just can't help but feel sometimes that a life of misery was just ordained for me by some sadistic higher force.
Part of me wonders if this a worldview that flourishes in isolation (seems to have worked that way for Lovecraft) because I've had a pretty solitary fucking life. To summarize my life story briefly, I grew up in one of the remotest godforsaken places you could imagine without leaving the first world, the only friends I had either died or moved away so I retreated into books and games and lost touch with the world. When I eventually moved to a larger town to attend high school it turned out my social skills were kinda shit and I never made any friends and got miserable and dropped out and moved back home where I lived for a few years doing fuck all but helping to take care of my dad who was dying a slow death after suffering several strokes which was another thing about my life that kinda sucked. Sorry, I don't like to whine like this or to blame external circumstances for everything that's gone wrong in my life, there were certainly things I could've done better. And I haven't given up, I'm continuously working to improve myself, find happiness and a place in the world. I just can't help but feel sometimes that a life of misery was just ordained for me by some sadistic higher force.