I give up

[Faithless]

I encounter so much despair on a daily basis. It exists in everyone I talk to, well almost everyone. The customers I meet at work, the friends I meet when I play, and just random passers-by. It has become endemic to our society that despair is the overriding emotion felt by the masses.

I have not yet fallen to the hopelessness that I see, but I see many who have. I see those that have given up on life, on hope, on everything. They walk the Walk of the Damned, that lifeless look so evident in their faces. It reminds me of a lonesome zombie, unable to find any succulent brains, so eats its own putrid rot instead. Their angst feeds off itself. They are the Lost.

There are thousands of ways that those who are Lost may recover, but to them the future is a bleak dry canyon with no way out. Life itself has become the trap, and they try to gnaw off their own leg to escape it.

To be so utterly downtrodden, and refusing to try to better ones own self is pathetic. I want to scream at those who wallow in their own self-pity. WAKE THE HELL UP AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR LIFE!!!!!!! I suppose that Mrs. Manners would not approve though.

"Your life is your own, rise up and live it". An author named Terry Goodkind wrote this, and it needs to be said, only loud enough that even those who choose not to hear could not ignore. Here is one of my own: "Life leads to Pain, Pain leads to Anger, Anger leads to Change, Change leads to Hope. Hopelessness leads to an un-wept death upon the rocky shores of Reality" But try telling this to one who has no hope.

Officially, I give up. I will no longer try to drag one more hopeless soul from their Pit of Despair. They will need to find their own way out or.... well thats all up to them, isn't it? If someone asks, then I may lend a hand, but I am, as of now, NO LONGER SAVING ANYONE, unless they WANT TO BE SAVED!!!

For me, this IS my Pit, my Darkness, my piece of hopelessness. But I will recover. Such is the cruel nature of the Human soul. We go on. Now the rest of you that can't see their own way out, just please feel free to drop right off the Earth you hate so much and rid us of your pessimism. Amen

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Now the rest of you that can't see their own way out, just please feel free to drop right off the Earth you hate so much and rid us of your pessimism. Amen

But that's where I keep all of my stuff.   

[chaoflux]

My story is sort of a long one, but suffice to say I came to a tipping point where I said to myself:

'I want to kill myself. So, I will only do exactly what I want to do, and nothing else. If that path leads me to my death, so be it.'

So basically I dropped out, starting squatting and was lucky enough to find comrades and shelter to make this possible. I absolved myself of all responsibilities.

But there came a time when I felt like it was time to build, and find things that I really actually wanted to be responsible for, and that led to me to where I am today, across the country, in the thick of a cantankerous community of scoundrels to which I belong, and I'm pursuing art and love.

The moment this all feels like habitual conventions of a life which I am not truly asking for, they will be discarded.

Anyways, I'm not trying to stroke my own ego here, since its too big for me to rub unless I get a rake or something, I'm just trying to point out that it isn't easy for people to be happy, as most people really just wind up in their situations without really examining the contents of their heart. To really come to grips with that, it takes a sacrifice to just be able to truly let what doesn't matter fall away. Its tough, the fear that if one just strikes it out on their own that they will fail, and beyond that it takes a good long stare to really figure out what direction one really wants to head in anyways.

Talking to my little cousin yesterday, she is being forced to think about college before she has ever actually lived in an environment which she is free to really do whatever she wants, or spend real time considering it, rather than be distracted with SAT exams and other meaningless platitudes. No rites of passage between child and adult, she is just being pushed through a process, the humanity is missing. And for what?

I'd really hate to blame capitalism here, but it does seem intrinsically tied if you asked me. Money and fear always win out over finding yourself, the latter is even laughed at as a hippy daydream and seem as a colossal waste of time, when there are bills to be paid and cash to grab.

If you want to save someone, get them fired, steal their every material possession, and abandon them in the middle of west texas. They'll figure it out by the time they reach their old lives, if they ever get back to them.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

If you want to save someone, get them fired, steal their every material possession, and abandon them in the middle of west texas. They'll figure it out by the time they reach their old lives, if they ever get back to them.

And then they'll fucking kill you.  I would.

[chaoflux]

But you don't need that treatment. If I did that to you, it would be expressly to piss you off. Naturally. 

[The Good Reverend Roger]

But you don't need that treatment. If I did that to you, it would be expressly to piss you off. Naturally. 

There are easier ways of killing yourself.   

[rong]

since we're all gonna die at some point anyway - could it be that one way to look at your life is that it is the way you decided to kill yourself?

[Corvidia]

See, the problem is that you *try* to drag people out of the pit. Don't. Let them drag their own selves out. Drop a rope in the pit and walk away.

[rong]

or a shovel

[Corvidia]

or a shovel

Or that.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

See, the problem is that you *try* to drag people out of the pit. Don't. Let them drag their own selves out. Drop a rope in the pit and walk away.

Stomp on their fingers.

TGRR,
Hates you.  Hates you all.  Inna face.

[rong]

Don't even think about trying to escape
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[Corvidia]

Don't even think about trying to escape
          \

I need to go re-watch that movie.

See, the problem is that you *try* to drag people out of the pit. Don't. Let them drag their own selves out. Drop a rope in the pit and walk away.

Stomp on their fingers.

TGRR,
Hates you.  Hates you all.  Inna face.

I am not yet as angry as you are. And I'd kinda like to for the rubes to get out and not *be* rubes any more.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Don't even think about trying to escape
          \

I need to go re-watch that movie.

See, the problem is that you *try* to drag people out of the pit. Don't. Let them drag their own selves out. Drop a rope in the pit and walk away.

Stomp on their fingers.

TGRR,
Hates you.  Hates you all.  Inna face.

I am not yet as angry as you are. And I'd kinda like to for the rubes to get out and not *be* rubes any more.

They're still fucking rubes, even when they call themselves "Discordians" and start telling all the other Discordians what they REALLY believe.

For example, that all Discordians are just copying dadaism.

[Murmur]

But you don't need that treatment. If I did that to you, it would be expressly to piss you off. Naturally. 

There are easier ways of killing yourself.   

Mr Chaoflux is cool... I met him about a year ago.  Just a trifle of a fact.  Flame away.