
kane
Student
- Jun 26, 2020
- 171
So much of my suffering is caused by desire, longing, and craving (mostly sexual/romantic and unrealistic). Some of it is truly terrible and screwed up, some of it is more innocent and relatable, but very little of it is based on anything actually achievable, and this leads to a deep sense of despair. These things that feel incredibly important are also delusional or fantastical. There's no course of action to follow, no point at which contentment could be found - it's a recipe for depression. My mind is constantly telling itself: 'Hey, look at this thing that's essential and totally vital to your happiness! Yeah, you can't have that!'
I have no idea how to respond to this experience. It seems intolerable. It dominates such a huge part of my mind. Just this endless cycle of wanting, craving, regret, shame and self-hatred. It seems most people gain some level of fulfilment and contentment from romantic attachments and sexual encounters. But I just can't imagine that for myself - my mind is simply too fucked up. I'm constantly being torn between the different aspects of my desire - with the result that no result would ever seem satisfactory.
If it was a casual encounter I'd want more. If it was a long term thing I'd want out. If it somehow fulfilled my darker fantasies I'd feel guilty and disgusted with myself. These conflicts within would make me miserable regardless of outcome.
If I'm correct and there is no way to resolve these feelings, then it seems from a self-interested point of view I should end myself. Being trapped in this state doesn't seem like a life worth living. And someone as mentally twisted as me probably shouldn't exist in the world. But then there's the massive impact it would have on my family to take into account. And the fact that it would require overcoming all of that incredibly strong desire. Most of these parts of me really don't want to die. They want me to pursue whatever unrealistic or catastrophic path they're fixated on.
I really don't know what I'm doing here. I don't know if self-destruction is the rational course. Or if I should find some way to eliminate this part of myself. Or if, as an ape with a desire to replicate, it's just necessary to find some way to fulfil that, regardless of how wrong it might go or how meaningless it might be. I don't have a fucking clue how to be this - I'm so tired of experiencing this endless gnawing craving.
I have no idea how to respond to this experience. It seems intolerable. It dominates such a huge part of my mind. Just this endless cycle of wanting, craving, regret, shame and self-hatred. It seems most people gain some level of fulfilment and contentment from romantic attachments and sexual encounters. But I just can't imagine that for myself - my mind is simply too fucked up. I'm constantly being torn between the different aspects of my desire - with the result that no result would ever seem satisfactory.
If it was a casual encounter I'd want more. If it was a long term thing I'd want out. If it somehow fulfilled my darker fantasies I'd feel guilty and disgusted with myself. These conflicts within would make me miserable regardless of outcome.
If I'm correct and there is no way to resolve these feelings, then it seems from a self-interested point of view I should end myself. Being trapped in this state doesn't seem like a life worth living. And someone as mentally twisted as me probably shouldn't exist in the world. But then there's the massive impact it would have on my family to take into account. And the fact that it would require overcoming all of that incredibly strong desire. Most of these parts of me really don't want to die. They want me to pursue whatever unrealistic or catastrophic path they're fixated on.
I really don't know what I'm doing here. I don't know if self-destruction is the rational course. Or if I should find some way to eliminate this part of myself. Or if, as an ape with a desire to replicate, it's just necessary to find some way to fulfil that, regardless of how wrong it might go or how meaningless it might be. I don't have a fucking clue how to be this - I'm so tired of experiencing this endless gnawing craving.