Existence Weirds Me Out

Basically being a human makes me feel weird. I don't understand how I can exist, it doesn't make sense to me. The fact I have hands is weird and when I look at stuff I am freaked out by it. I am also freaked out by the fact that as a human there is so much technology that I can manipulate. I am also freaked out by the power of the ability to talk. All these abilities I have due to being a human freak me out and the existence of stuff seems weird. The fact that there is an outer world with objects in it makes me feel nervous and disoriented. I never felt like this as a kid.

 

There can only be one solution...

 

Lol you should definitely read some Existentialism. Actually, metaphysics seems more the answer. Try.. metaphysics concerning external reality. Maybe some Hume or Descartes. I think you would like Descartes if you're into this "reality doesn't exist" business.

 

You can never really "understand" all the fabrics of reality mentally, take Einsteins quote for example.

The best you can do is learn to just simply accept the nature of reality. Seeing as everything seems to "freak" you out I can assume you must be dealing with a lot of inner fear. Relax and float down stream my man. There's a lot more beauty behind this all than you could ever imagine, time spent feeling like that isn't time well spent and there are things you can do.

 

Life is a creepy mystery that just so gives me the emotion of God likeism....I like it

 

Yup get used to being a fucking people.

 

i completely understand. there's many many moments i think "wtf am i looking through?" or "why is it so constant?"
i find that thinking very disturbing and i've bid it farwell recently.
it is weird, but find comfort in anything even if its like catching a cloud and pinning it down, PIN IT!!!!!!!!!

 

this is why i stopped doing drugs.

reality exists. reality is not subjective. there are things in the world that are real and things that are part of the imagination. it would not make sense for everything to be a dream because if it were a dream (as some taking too much DMT seem to suggest) where would this dream initiate? in a supreme being? to dream is to be human and to dream, since dreams come from HUMANS. but if everything were a dream, where would the CREATOR of this dream be?

there are disturbed modes of reality. but fundamentally reality is a coherent whole punctuated only by sudden breaks from it or distortions (as is the case with mental illness or being on a drug).

 

Oh ya I agree reality exists. It does seem kinda weird though. Or maybe thinking it is weird is what is weird.

 

today something actually stopped me short.. i wondered "WHY ALL OF THIS EXISTENCE!" and i had some kind of a crisis. and i remember this forum post. think about it.. why is there existence? could there be non-existence? is it possible for there to be non-existence?

and this question actually got me pretty riled up. actually, it brought me to some kind of crisis. i had to talk about this with a friend.
i came up with something that brought me SOME comfort in grappling with the question.

because existence and non-existence is defined by humans (particularly, because we are rational animals), the idea of non-existence cannot be possible. why? because the idea of non-existence is relative to US. we came up with it. for all we know to not exist is to be dead, but again that is not what i have in mind. non-existence is what i mean--philosphically, in the ancient tradition, this would be known as complete non-being (NOTHING, not even a universe existing). if we define existence and non-existence, it is not possible for such a thing to occur, since it occurs by virtue of our definition.

i've found comfort in this, but i need to go grab a beer or something soon because i'm becoming strangely uncomfortable. =/

 

Perhaps if people have trouble understanding what i'm talking about, i found an article in wikipedia that actually sums it up quite well:

"...being could be understood as anything that can be said to be, which is opposed to nonexistence. For example one could ask: “why is there something instead of nothing?” Where “something” implies being.[1] For a metaphysician the main problem is not the scientific question of how the universe works, but why the universe (or anything such as a rock) is."

to be honest, i've never grappled with this before. im a philosophy major who has never been "bothered" by philosophy. but this has come to have some meaning in my life now, of all times. BUT id like to say i feel a lot better having written it down and discussed it and realizing that others come to these questions as well.

 

Yes it certainly does feel better that other people have encountered this issue before.

I think I get what the point is. There is no such thing as non-existence and therefore it's normal for stuff to exist.

Encountering questions like this is one reason I have come to distrust philosophy.

 

If "that" feeling goes so far as to become a sense of derealisation (as it did for me), life can be extremely harsh. For me, the right medication makes my life livable.

 

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take some psychology courses.
philosophy cannot help move on with this stuff.
psychology grew out of philosophy. psychology provides the technology, to help people move through this existential shit. philosophy does not have that type of techology. it can't.
it is just the way philosophy is structured. in fact, there is a school of psychotherapy, that grew out of existential philosophy.
existential psychotherapy has one hell of a great track recored helping people at, where your at right now.

 

Oddly enough I’m the exact opposite; I can’t imagine the world without me

How could it exist without my presence


Hotwater

 

The only quote that truly matters in this thread.

 

Carefull with that ax,Eugene.

 

The best cure for this sort of existential crisis is to fall in love with a woman who does weird and amazing psychic shit with you and strings you along for years. It's amazing how intensely this kind of situation tends to focus one's mind on more mundane matters...