/lit/ - Literature

So what the fuck is life about? You guys read philosophy and shit, you should know.

>go to a 75% female university
>deal with Tumblr feminist retardation daily
>have to somehow synthesise my want for sex with my hatred of women

Books on the ethics of violence?

Time for a lil story from my life /lit


>Tl:dr I regret not acting violently which is something I'd never considered I'd regret

Had a talk with a drunk schizophrenic drug dealer today where he threatened me multiple times. He was wasted and I was scared, my heart raced with anxiety but all I could think about how I was going to beat him.

He's had more fights than me but he's old and weaker than me and I knew I could take him. I wanted to, visualisations of myself covered in his blood flooded me as he spat his vapid bullshit. Then I had a moment after the third time where he threatened to slap me; I felt like I was becoming as bad as him, the rage I saw in him was spreading to me. This realisation made me see red since I felt his poison leaking into my very being.

This was the limit for me since if I had started acting on my inclination to fight I wouldn't have stopped. The thought of killing him in his own house was exhilarating, so I left. He grabbed me and threatened to smash me with a jar of weed, I grabbed his arm and pushed the jar back down on to the table. I then paid what I owed and left. I told him I didn't want anything to do with him after this shit show. The way he made me feel is a way I've never felt before, I wanted to end him and his miserable drug addled existence. I strongly dislike violence since it's been used on me so often in the past (sadistic bullies, drunk father ect) Moreover I hate the way I feel after acting violently, this is why I decided to run away from the fight we both wanted.

After talking to a friend about my encounter I hear he acts this way around his wife and young children, recently he had beaten her when she threatened to leave. This is were I began to question my morals. Maybe if I'd taken action I would have saved that family his misery.

Book recs?

A painful case from Dubliners
>He turned back the way he had come, the rhythm of the engine pounding in his ears. He began to doubt the reality of what memory told him. He halted under a tree and allowed the rhythm to die away. He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.

Skylark

>>13438153
>That story with the door

I am requesting good book recommendations for somebody that feels like life has passed them by, suffering from recurring nightmares of dropping out of college like I did 10 years ago.

I would appreciate any books that can help me deal with losing my mind.

Thank you /lit/.

>>9565962
Yes. Yes I do.