Suicideisnirvana
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- Aug 4, 2018
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When i was 12 years old, i wasn't the brightest fellow out there, nor was i the stupidest, i had good grades and made some decent observations, but wasn't bright or discerning enough to escape the stultifying and brutish mould of education/indonctrination. I wasn't naive enough to think that looks made no difference whatsoever to how we are treated by people, how the trajectory of our sentimental, sexual and social life is determined in no small part by our looks, but i found in front of experience that i've underestimated its importance by a surprisingly gigantic factor.
The first moment i saw how guys who had nothing interresting about them, and i'm not talking here about the famously suspicious "nice guys qualities", but even the brutish sort of vitality or the arrogant excesses often associated to "being a bad boy" or "virility" ... the first moment i noticed that all guys that were liked in my school had one and only common factor : Being physically attractive, it was like the ground had surrendered and vanished under my feet, i felt a glacial shock, an almost mystical fall, and the certitude that life and everything in it is worthless from that moment. I also noticed that it wasn't the confident who was socially successful. In most cases, it was the physically attractive that were the most confident. How can you not be confident when you were always treated with endearing smiles, soothing facial expressions and attitudes, benevolence, interest ?
What i craved the most was always sentimental communion, complicity, companionship, even sexual desires seemed like only a subtype completely subordinated to this need for sentimental communion, it was more a strong symbol and sign of being on the right track than an end in itself for me, i had some short and unstable relationships between long hiatus of desertic loneliness, but the common climate was coldness and darkness, always treated differently once the girl saw my face, or left quickly for someone more physically attractive. I also was never naive enough to think that with success in relationships, one would transcend the human condition, reaches some unalloyed happiness or have no problems. Far from that, but it gives an undeniable advantage in coping with every problem with life. The same way some people affirm "I'd rather be sad in a comfortable house with heating and food in my fridge and a jaccuzi rather than sad and homeless", i always knew that it was far better to have problems while having your sentimental desires fulfilled to some-extent than having in plus of those problems all the other awful consequences of sentimental and sexual frustration and failure.
I do not wish here to assert some invectives or recrimination against women, i'm only talking about my experience and since i'm heterosexual, it will includes women instead of men, as for me the problem is with nature and the universe itself, not men or women. It's just that contrarily to most people, i can't just withstand that fact as we often do with the bad aspects of life. This passage from a Jorge Borges short story illustrates the situation very well for me, i feel as if the world's superficiality, how our looks determine how people treat us, our sexual and sentimental success, how eager people will be eager to hear us, give us time, be indulgent toward us, accept us, embrace us etc ... i feel as if the mere existence and scope of this superficiality is like the mysterious city about which borges declares "This City, I thought, is so horrific that its mere existence, the mere fact of its having endured-even in the middle of a secret desert-pollutes the past and the future and somehow compromises the stars. So long as this City endures, no one in the world can ever be happy or courageous"
The first moment i saw how guys who had nothing interresting about them, and i'm not talking here about the famously suspicious "nice guys qualities", but even the brutish sort of vitality or the arrogant excesses often associated to "being a bad boy" or "virility" ... the first moment i noticed that all guys that were liked in my school had one and only common factor : Being physically attractive, it was like the ground had surrendered and vanished under my feet, i felt a glacial shock, an almost mystical fall, and the certitude that life and everything in it is worthless from that moment. I also noticed that it wasn't the confident who was socially successful. In most cases, it was the physically attractive that were the most confident. How can you not be confident when you were always treated with endearing smiles, soothing facial expressions and attitudes, benevolence, interest ?
What i craved the most was always sentimental communion, complicity, companionship, even sexual desires seemed like only a subtype completely subordinated to this need for sentimental communion, it was more a strong symbol and sign of being on the right track than an end in itself for me, i had some short and unstable relationships between long hiatus of desertic loneliness, but the common climate was coldness and darkness, always treated differently once the girl saw my face, or left quickly for someone more physically attractive. I also was never naive enough to think that with success in relationships, one would transcend the human condition, reaches some unalloyed happiness or have no problems. Far from that, but it gives an undeniable advantage in coping with every problem with life. The same way some people affirm "I'd rather be sad in a comfortable house with heating and food in my fridge and a jaccuzi rather than sad and homeless", i always knew that it was far better to have problems while having your sentimental desires fulfilled to some-extent than having in plus of those problems all the other awful consequences of sentimental and sexual frustration and failure.
I do not wish here to assert some invectives or recrimination against women, i'm only talking about my experience and since i'm heterosexual, it will includes women instead of men, as for me the problem is with nature and the universe itself, not men or women. It's just that contrarily to most people, i can't just withstand that fact as we often do with the bad aspects of life. This passage from a Jorge Borges short story illustrates the situation very well for me, i feel as if the world's superficiality, how our looks determine how people treat us, our sexual and sentimental success, how eager people will be eager to hear us, give us time, be indulgent toward us, accept us, embrace us etc ... i feel as if the mere existence and scope of this superficiality is like the mysterious city about which borges declares "This City, I thought, is so horrific that its mere existence, the mere fact of its having endured-even in the middle of a secret desert-pollutes the past and the future and somehow compromises the stars. So long as this City endures, no one in the world can ever be happy or courageous"
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