Elements of my existential crisis:
- time/money do not exist
- almost all of our lives are spent interpreting semiotics that are completely meaningless other than as means of differentiation between things we’re terrified of ‘being like’
- we are all the same
- the things I like (see: making stuff, music, people, camping, going everywhere) not only play heavily into those semiotics but also require money and time if I’m going to sustain my livelihood in any conventional sense
- so I’m basically doomed to spend the rest of my life pursuing things I don’t want with the understanding that it’s for my own good and will eventually pay off (ie: allow me to do the things that I want) when in reality I’m probably going to have to suffocate and kill my own internal voice/wants/etc in order to feed/clothe/house myself, and subsequently find myself unable to enjoy the things that I want by the time I reach a place where I’d be in a position to do so
LOL ~*~*~*~~ o_O
The gears in my head are currently trying to grind out a solution to this very crisis. So far all they’ve come up with is to leave home and live in a tree. They also specified that a hammock would be the most practical solution for this.
It’s still a work in progress.
