
TheLastK
You can just call me K
- Aug 6, 2022
- 109
Currently on a holiday with my friend, he's been teaching me about Lacanian psychoanalysis. I have a fairly decent grasp on psychoanalysis but not in terms of Jacques Lacan. Anyways, he introduced me to the concept of objet petit a, or the object of desire, an unachievable thing that when hypothetically achieved will grant us happiness. He also introduced me to the concept of the trio of the imaginary, the symbolic, and the real. Without getting too deep into my bad explanations, the first two are how we interpret the world, while the real is what the world truly is. Apologies to anyone with genuine experience in psychoanalysis who are disgusted by my bad explanations.
This all, for me, gives me a more nuanced understanding of why I must ctb. Exposure to the real is disturbing to most people (Zizek gave a rather crass example of giving oral sex to someone with a vagina, built up in your head as this fantastical thing, but then smelling the very human smells that come from the organ and realising that this is what reality truly is, and being disturbed and confused by the contradiction in your head).
I feel I am constantly more and more being exposed to the real. My fantasy world consists of me and my friends remaining loyal to eachother, yet every now and again, with increasing frequency, people just drop me out of nowhere, for petty to nonexistent reasons. Who will be the next to do it? My understanding of reality, the things that keep me alive, are constantly being crushed and yet I'm expected to keep going. The object of desire is truly unattainable, even if I got the things I think I want a new thing would arise. I will never be happy or even contended, it's just a constant struggle to reach the unattainable.
I told my friend that I wanted to ctb. He took it surprisingly well, but was still encouraging me not to do it. He saw me have a minor argument with someone else over the phone who was acting irrationally to save their ego, a person who I deeply care for and am now worried will abandon me too. He was honest and said there is no reason to live, but there is no reason to die. I wish I could believe the second half, but I need things to improve in the next 3 months or I am going to ctb (didn't tell him this). He only said the second half of that quote because he doesn't want me to die out of basic human empathy.
I haven't heard any good news in about 2 years. My life is going consistently downhill at a pace that is gradual enough that people don't notice. People tell me I am not trying hard enough as if I have never even tried before. I'm sick of hearing the same shit over and over again, I'm sick of having to worry about people leaving me, I'm sick of being alive. Despite why my friend says, I am going to do this. Have a lot of notes to write. Over the next 3 months I'll be here sporadically, but I have to go before the new year, I am not having 2023 on my gravestone. It's a shame in some ways, there is so much of the world I wanted to experience but won't be able to. I just hope the people who still care about me somewhat will understand.
The real is something I want to experience but cannot face.
My friends and family won't understand
So I stay in the end, don't make none to me
If wasn't for them, I'd make that decision on GP
Had to do it all again, I'd make that decision on GP
(Sorry for the cringe at the end there)
This all, for me, gives me a more nuanced understanding of why I must ctb. Exposure to the real is disturbing to most people (Zizek gave a rather crass example of giving oral sex to someone with a vagina, built up in your head as this fantastical thing, but then smelling the very human smells that come from the organ and realising that this is what reality truly is, and being disturbed and confused by the contradiction in your head).
I feel I am constantly more and more being exposed to the real. My fantasy world consists of me and my friends remaining loyal to eachother, yet every now and again, with increasing frequency, people just drop me out of nowhere, for petty to nonexistent reasons. Who will be the next to do it? My understanding of reality, the things that keep me alive, are constantly being crushed and yet I'm expected to keep going. The object of desire is truly unattainable, even if I got the things I think I want a new thing would arise. I will never be happy or even contended, it's just a constant struggle to reach the unattainable.
I told my friend that I wanted to ctb. He took it surprisingly well, but was still encouraging me not to do it. He saw me have a minor argument with someone else over the phone who was acting irrationally to save their ego, a person who I deeply care for and am now worried will abandon me too. He was honest and said there is no reason to live, but there is no reason to die. I wish I could believe the second half, but I need things to improve in the next 3 months or I am going to ctb (didn't tell him this). He only said the second half of that quote because he doesn't want me to die out of basic human empathy.
I haven't heard any good news in about 2 years. My life is going consistently downhill at a pace that is gradual enough that people don't notice. People tell me I am not trying hard enough as if I have never even tried before. I'm sick of hearing the same shit over and over again, I'm sick of having to worry about people leaving me, I'm sick of being alive. Despite why my friend says, I am going to do this. Have a lot of notes to write. Over the next 3 months I'll be here sporadically, but I have to go before the new year, I am not having 2023 on my gravestone. It's a shame in some ways, there is so much of the world I wanted to experience but won't be able to. I just hope the people who still care about me somewhat will understand.
The real is something I want to experience but cannot face.
My friends and family won't understand
So I stay in the end, don't make none to me
If wasn't for them, I'd make that decision on GP
Had to do it all again, I'd make that decision on GP
(Sorry for the cringe at the end there)