collecting things and the meaning of life
i'm quite a negative person. well i'm not sure if negative is the right word. maybe depressive or anhedonic are better descriptors. i often find myself wishing i was dead. sighing: why bother ? now don't get me wrong, i don't think i'm suicidal. i'm just very comfortable with the idea of dying. i don't believe in any of the many many human fantasies about death: reincarnation, heaven, ghosts. all that is pretty much bullshit to me, i believe i will stop existing altogether when i die. i will stop thinking, stop feeling, stop breathing. now for someone that is extremely anxious and socially dysfunctional, to stop existing sounds so peaceful and nice. life is so chaotic, so scary. death, on the other hand, sounds so relaxing. so many times i caught myself in the middle of one of my favorite activities or about to finish a collection i've been trying to put together for almost ten years and i'm like: why ? why did i do that ? why am i putting so much ...