/lit/ - Literature

>>16792140

What are some books that will get me out of a languorous state of ennui? I do only what is required of me and then I can't work anymore. The days are passing uncomfortably quickly. I can feel my aspirations slipping away. When I was younger I had more energy and I felt I could impose my will on the world, but I'm not old, I'm still quite young; I'm a couple of months away from not being able to post on this board without getting banned young. I would like to discipline myself but I don't have the motivation. My greatest fear is that I'll wake up in my twenties having never accomplished anything. I feel that my life is over before it has even started. I know how common my thoughts are but I do nothing to rise above them. Books for this feel?

What are some books that will make me devote myself entirely to a lofty and noble goal instead of wasting my time away with vidya and cooming.

>>10787348
I used to work at a hotel which attracted a fair number of TV stars, B grade media personalities, travel """journalists"" and the like-- they were always the same basic archetype: loud, ostentatiously charming, full of themselves, and for anyone who could see through their veneer of superficiality, completely vapid and uninteresting.

Of course, most people are themselves vapid and uninteresting, and don't even have the social skills to be loudly vapid and uninteresting. Those people then flock to these B-grade celebrities, which confirms their inflated opinion of themselves, and they confuse their never ending stream of social banalities, casual sex, and self righteous vacuousness with being a charismatic person.

My advice, dear anonymous, would be to be yourself as fully as you can be. By this, I mean spend a half hour (minimum) every day writing in a journal, reflecting on your actions and feelings, and trying to work out specifically what kind of person you are and who you want to be. Only speak truthfully, only present an honest version of yourself, and when hit with the inspiration to say something, say it. When you fuck up and insult somebody or say something wrong (and you will), don't fixate on the fact, but reflect on it and try to understand what hidden psychological factors made you act and speak in such a way. Use your reason

At first this is going to seem counter intuitive, none of this will make you more popular, nor will it make people particularly like you more. This isn't the point though. What you want to achieve is to be an unapologetic version of you. Specifically, be the kind of person who, from gut instinct, makes the kinds of actions and says the kinds of things that you can be proud of.

Even if other people don't like you, as long as you can go to bed knowing that you said what you desired to say, and did what you desired to do, and where a good person both in actions and intentions, the idle talk of other people will seem like the chirping of birds while you walk through the woods.

Its important to be sincere here, and act on impulse. If you aren't sincere if you try to put forward some mask or presentation of "who" "you" "are" (lots of people do), then you're mostly fooling yourself, and depriving yourself of an authentic existence. By acting on impulse, you force yourself to make a great many split second mistakes, and by making those mistakes, gain the tools critically examine yourself as you really are, and improve yourself not just superficially but from the deepest depths of your being.

Most people don't even know themselves, so don't let their talk get to you. What's important is that you like yourself, and can go to sleep each night proud of your actions.

>Rate my journal entry /lit/

Am I not enough?

Am I not enough for myself?

Or do I need the One without space, to make me what I need to be?

Like he made me, as I am today, to be what I want to be, which is what he wants me to be.

I need him in more than one way.

But then why am I not seeking him and just thinking him?

Why am I not treading the distance I ought to tread?

If I so desire his presence,

And would give anything for it?

Because I’m weak.

And I sweat and cry not for anyone else, but for my own pleasure.

That’s it, pleasure.

Even if misery lies in the way to pleasure, then I will take that path, for pleasure is only excellent if it is diverse. And there is nothing more various yet nefarious than suffering.
Really though, listen, for I speak the truth.
I might speak like a dumb twat who once read a book, but please, listen, since I hereby speak the truth.

You can suffer from lacking the will to ascend once you’ve shat. You remain seated, lying back, scrolling up and down with your thumb. When was she online last you ask?

You sit so long, your asshole, prolapsed, crusty, almost touching the shit it just puked.

This is one case in which pleasure finds itself in suffering.

You can suffer, for example, after masturbating a seventh time in twelve hours. You do not suffer because your dick hurts, because you’ve grabbed it like a kid does a kitten’s tail.

No.

You suffer, instead, from the pain which you brought to your pleasure session from before. But your pleasure session becomes that much more pleasurable once you’ve come and are drowning in cum. You spread your bodily fluids all over your exterior shell, with the fingers of your left hand, which was up your ass a moment ago. It takes you a while to realise you might be spreading shit all over yourself, and everybody knows it’s harder to clean excrement off of body hair than it is to clean semen. But you continue anyway, since you are pleasured by pain.

There is another manner in which pain presents itself as pleasure. But this is worldly pain. This is the momentary pain you feel, you want to feel, when you find in yourself in a moment of heated passion. And as pleasurable as it is to rub your body to another like it, when the temperature of your bodies is no less than that of the weather outside; it can also be nice to be smacked once in a while, since there is not much different in both of these otherwise appalling scenarios.

So I conclude: There are two types of pain which are pleasurable, this worldly and other worldly, or rather, material and immaterial. You might and most likely will find yourself enjoying both, both in rather different mind sets. Or you might simply not enjoy pain. Whichever of the three situations you find yourself in, as long as you find yourself in a moment and not in movement, then remember, you should have ended it long ago.

>/pol/

>>7149941

1984 predicted newspeak on the nose with texting and shit

but ya I know what you mean, I can not even take a writing class at my college without getting angry with everyone

There's just too many damn books tbh fam