Venting Why do normies always want everybody to be positive ?

[Unknown User]

Everytime i talk about certain topics with the average joe in todays society they get really aggressive towards my pessimistic & nihilistic world view.

''Why are you always so miserable bro ?'' ''Why are you always so negative?'' ''Why do you not see the positive things in life?''

Everything I have experienced on this earth so far has confirmed that realism is pessimism. Everything that lives is suffering.
Everything that lives, suffers. Constantly.
Suffering is a constant in every living being on this earth.

Even in happy moments, suffering exists. Hedonism indirectly creates suffering. Those who are hedonists indirectly prove that life is suffering.

If I am so wrong, if suffering doesn't exist, and there's no reason for me to be miserable, why do you immediately go on the defensive when I claim that life consists only of suffering?

For example: Imagine a wound that bleeds constantly. If you press on it with your other hand, you might be okay for a while. But eventually, your other arm will weaken. It will start to hurt. Just because the wound is closed doesn't mean you're okay now.

If a wolf is hungry in the wild and finds something to eat after hours of searching, its suffering from the hunger it felt doesn't immediately end.

He's finally found something to eat, but as he eats his prey, he's already thinking about how he'll have to hunt something else soon, because he'll be hungry again in a few hours. And so the suffering begins again.

It's an endless cycle, a constant. It never stops.

''Why do you not see the positive things in life?'' is such a dumb argument in my point of view

Life consists mostly of suffering. How am I supposed to see the positive things when the majority of my life has been pain?
I don't want to disparage anyone's life, or suggest that anyone *should* feel like shit.

I simply want to explain exactly *why* I feel bad, and the basis for my pessimistic worldview. In my opinion, hedonists are lying to themselves; anyone who thinks life is beautiful is merely existing in a state where their environmental circumstances and initial opportunities have enabled them to lead a good life not because life itself is inherently beautiful.

Since my early teenage years, I have suffered from constant pain and chronic physical conditions that actively make my life a living hell. I have chronic depression, OCD, severe intrusive thoughts, mood swings that shift by the hour, body dysmorphia, and an eating disorder.

I can't take any of this anymore. I am so tired, and the way therapists treat hopeless, chronically ill patients like me strips away whatever hope I have left.

No, life is not a Disney utopia where we can constantly lie to ourselves and pretend that everything is fine. We are not equal; none of us were born with the same starting conditions. We are not equal at all in no way, shape, or form.

 

[white_car]

You'll be an actual pessimist, once you no longer feel the need to explain this stuff to people, and maybe accept that they have the right to not be burdened by the worldview of people like us.

 

[Wishingfordeath]

It's a "shut up and smile" kind of mentality. Most people don't want to hear the truth about this world because it's discomforting and they want you to be deluded as well.

 

[witchcraft]

In my opinion it's kind of like The Matrix, but who am I to decide which pill they take? What they either consider or "know" to be reality?

The truth is, I don't want them to feel like me. To think the things that I think. And I say that even though I firmly believe I'm right in a lot of ways.

I do understand the difficulty in not having someone to genuinely listen to you, however. Sometimes it's like: "normal" person asks me why I'm so depressed > I explain > they turn it into an argument > they get frustrated and make me the bad guy. This is one of many, many reasons why I don't talk about it with people who aren't clearly already in the same boat as me.

These people have come to their own conclusions partly based on their own natural-born disposition, informed and reinforced by the entirety of their childhood, their parents, family, friends and others around them, the media they've consumed, possibly religion or philosophy, all of which works both consciously and subconsciously. Their lifelong collection of experiences are often so different from mine that they're antithetical. Shattering that would be incredibly damaging. I'd feel like a murderer.

I have struggled with this a bit when it comes to writing. I was working on stories that touch on matters related to depression (trying to keep this short and simple) and at a certain point I was wondering if I was simply committing an act of psychological terrorism. It forced me to challenge my own thinking and to try and present it all in the least toxic way that I possibly can, and not just to "cope" or to baby readers but to present an authentic view without causing harm. To try and word it another way, to be descriptive rather than prescriptive. Metaphorically, to show them the nuclear fallout while also giving them a radiation hazmat suit and a Geiger counter.

Mental illness is kind of like having leprosy of the mind. Despite it actually being surprisingly difficult and unlikely to contract leprosy from someone, especially nowadays, the reaction is that the negativity is contagious. I'm an emotional sponge, so I understand the instinct to shield oneself from pain, uncomfortable thoughts and inconvenient truths. Even if they're living in denial and refusing to confront their own issues or the starkest realities of the world, it's not my place to force them to do that anyway, it's their choice. I mean... what's the alternative? I convince them that I'm 100% right, and the only solution I can give them is to off themselves? I drag them into Hell with no way out? To suffer out the next 40-50 years in pain rather than blissful ignorance? Because so far I haven't found a way out. Once that door is open, it cannot be shut. Once you awake, you cannot go back to sleep, the nice dream is gone.

I've largely become content with letting them live their life as long as it makes them happy and isn't causing harm to other people. I'd just like for them to appreciate how lucky they are, because many of them don't, many of them seem to believe meritocracy or karma are scientific laws of the universe and life is great because they deserve it. In actuality, they're by-and-large not any better or worse than sewer-slidally depressed people. They should be a bit more aware in the sense of being grateful of what life has afforded them unearned.