Daily life seems so...

Ya just gotta go with the flowwwww :sunny:

 

Saying things one thinks they are supposed to say, or things that sound nice and make one feel good in that instant, or to affirm to themselves they arent as miserable as he supposedly is, isnt about helping him.

Even him being more frank about the status quo desnt mean he is actually more miserable than those offering up those affirmations.

He is right, much of everything is a complete load of garbage, the day to day tedious, and its not like anyone has the answer to why we are all here, or how not to get bored of things.

Its a dog eat dog world out there, althouh in his case he is more likely to get screwed over by the pussy

 

Well, he's been here as long as I have and I haven't seen anything positive from him, except sometimes a music thread or an alcohol thread. Soooooo--life rolls on.

 

Pardon me if this has been mentioned but I have watched a programme that suggests Americans are narcissists ... so, the daily chore of life is really a critique of trying not to be a narcissist while being a narcissist.
Try thinking about others rather than yourself, and you may see you are fine.

Narcissism projects into crime, drama, comedy and,well, everything...

Think about it (rather than yourself) for a minute...

 

Good idea. Volunteer someplace where the people are really bad off. May give some better perspective.

 

Believing redemption is best served through helping others is narcissism, isn't it?

 

how so?

Are you thinking along the lines that people only help others to gain self satisfaction?

I guess it is a form of narcissism but it also helps one get out of one's own head.

 

Pop psychology blows

 

I don't know about redemption factoring in, but when I help people, it makes me happy to do so. But the main point is not to make me happy by helping someone---or is it? haha--funny way some psychologists look at it. I think empathy really does exist. I feel it often.

 

Yeah when we help people we really just want them to be happy...like us

 

All of what is being criticized here are diversions, temporal and fleeting distractions from the inevitable disgust that is confronted in boredom and the horror encountered in ennui. Take yourself back to the moment when creation began; to the very first day, when a man, perhaps sitting on a hillside watching an African sunset while eating a root, suddenly was overcome with the realization "...this world exists!" It's been downhill ever since then. Nature is both intimately known and yet utterly alien, much like our own selves. It is warm and wonderful, desperate to be marveled at, and also mechanistic and hideous, and profoundly indifferent. It is the indifference of Nature, much like the cold shoulder we receive from our own birth mothers at the most peculiar instances, that bespeaks the vacuousness of life; Nature is not designed in accordance to life's will and the suffering of man comes from this intrinsic incompatibility. Only in the darkness of the underworld, an endless sleep, lies the possible answer to our deepest desires, our most heartfelt and genuine prayer; to die forever, only to be briefly prolonged in life as occasional ghosts haunting the dreams of the living who remember us, until that memory is dimmed and then finally erased.

I once asked a man "What would you say if I were to tell you that I frequently wish I'd never been born?"
To which he replied "I'd tell you to stop feeling sorry for yourself." My opinion of him was instantly reduced so low that I considered him my enemy from that moment forward. As a wise man once said, "The awkward pauses in conversation remind us of how dearly we must pay for the invention of language."

 

Yes. Perhaps not always consciously...

 

Modern life is goodish...

 

sounds like you got anxiety..ever tried drugs? works for me most of the time

 

Too bad... that dude was a fucking shaman. He gave you possibly the most profound piece of advice anyone could possibly give.

 

Agreed, "magic_rocks" still has a lot to learn about life it seems and he doesn't recognise profound wisdom when it hits him in the head.
But then again, who does.

 

That man died from drug over dose a few months ago; I met him in AA and just under a week after he said that to me, he spiraled out of control faster than anybody I've so far known. He was drunk for the second time having a conversation with me on my front door step when he said that, and I only saw him twice afterwards.

He did have shamanistic tendencies and in fact invited me many times to take part in ceremonies; he was Lakota.

I do believe both you and bird have grossly misunderstood why I said that and to whom in reference, but I don't expect everybody to be so well informed of my character or to have familiarized yourselves with the same authors. If you think I wrote that without being acutely aware of the self criticism I was invoking then I'll return the near sighted favor and suggest you have jumped the gun in a rush to congratulate your 'daily life' hypostasis. Allow me to quote another aphorism, "Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught. Both theses are equally well-founded, hence equally true, as each of us can discover for himself in the space of an hour, sometimes of a minute..."

 

Since when does contributing to the deprivation of a perfectly exquisite ontological agony constitute 'profound wisdom'?
Would you suggest we further doctor our history texts, as well?

 

Those who recognize profound wisdom are equally profound. Those who realize we share our thoughts need never be hit in the head with one.

 

I am sure he cared so much about this.