To share a poorly-written entry I wrote while sleep deprived a little back:
I don't like Nihilism. To be more specific, I don't like pessimistic nihilism. Now, that might sound tautological, but many people (namely dudes at college parties; albeit I’ve frankly never been to one myself, thus making this a premature assumption based on my juvenile understanding of the world) will disagree which is contradictory in itself. After all, Nihilism is a self-terminating philosophy. It dictates the human experience to be completely meaningless because we are feeble in the grand scheme of the universe. Therefore, our hobbies don't matter, and neither do the schools we go to, the jobs we attend, and the connections we make. And philosophy itself is merely a way to provide superficial comfort from the inherent suffering of existence. However, the fatal flaw in this argument is that it separates you, the believer, from the people around you when reality is that we're all human, and our lives are really the only thing we have. So what if we are feeble? The believer is not any grander than the humans adjacent to them, so they can only work with what they have like the rest of us peons. In other words, it’s deeply unproductive.
But ironically, believers also love to talk about it. And boy, if there's a medium of human expression, they will use it as a grandstand to tell you how meaningless you, your mom, and the family dog is. Books, Tv, podcasts, music, whatever, whenever. But if everything truly doesn't matter, why should they care about preaching it in the first place? Why put the pen to the paper when the world is so cosmically indifferent to their existence? Why should the paltry masses, including themselves, care? Living without reason, but proselytizing like there is. I dunno man
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