There is no thrill (or even awareness) in joy without it. Yet, it
is a gargantuan effort to carry it on one's shoulders. It consumes
your life at a faster pace than the inevitable road to death which
the mere act of existence is in itself.
So, how do you deal with it? I have compiled a short list of the
methods I have tried so far, in my not-so-short life, and the
outcome I have observed.
1 Substance abuse. Whether we're talking about a bottle of
tasty Bushmills™, a blunt or a line, I believe this is the most common
method for everybody. It numbs your senses and, by momentarily
escaping the harshness of reality, it becomes psychologically addictive.
It is also really expensive in the long run and, as inevitable as death
is, truth is at least you don't want to be a vegetable from the age of
40 something. Finally, it's an evident soul traffic jam in the oral phase
(Freud dixit)
2 Sex. Believe it or not, some of us turn into horn dogs not
out of excessive libido or fixation on pleasure, but to fill voids which
exist in oneself from times immemorial. Risk of STDs aside, there is not
one single time I have humped someone when I feel tremendously empty
afterwards... and it costs money to be paying taxis for all the shags one
has, right? Freud would say one's stuck in the genital phase if this is
your poison.
3 Pain. Truth be told, today is kind of fashionable to cut oneself
and post it on Instagram™ to whore attention from strangers and friends
alike. Damn emos and hispters. But there was a time, before selfies and
social media, when some found relief in self-inflicting acute pain so as to
distant the senses from the existential woes. As said, it's so passé that
if you still do it, you deserve to be punched in the face.
4 Red Hot Pawn. Man, I mean it.
So, what's your method? Even more important, when did you realize that
you're meaningless and have no purpose whatsoever?
Please, do share.
The post that was quoted here has been removedOh, that just reminded me of something! The apartment building
where I live has a fenced inner yard with trees, flowers, and lovely
grass, and at midnight (when nobody is looking) I take my dog there
to have one last pee before hitting the sack.
So 4 nights ago he started growling at something and when I looked
there it was: a lovely baby hedgehog! I took my dog away and brought
the hedgehog some nice dinner, a tray with water, and a little tennis
ball to play.
It's been 4 nights that I do the same, and the little spiky one seems to
be fond of living there now 🙂
