/lit/ - Literature

Daily reminder that Fernando Pessoa would be a waifu fag today:

"Through an experience that simultaneously involved my sensibility and intelligence, I realized early on that the imaginative life, however morbid it might seem, is the one that suits temperaments like mine. The fictions of my imagination (as it later developed) may weary me, but they don’t hurt or humiliate. Impossible lovers can’t possibly cheat on us, or smile at us falsely, or be calculating in their caresses. They never forsake us, and they don’t die or disappear."

I will get my degree soon. I feel that I wasted the years I spent at the university and that I'm not ready for the future (I will be destroyed by the market). Like a bugman I just focused on getting good grades but neglected all the other aspects of life. Due to my crippling social anxiety I just existed as a ghost, a faint entity walking from home to campus and vice versa. I'm almost sure that least than five persons know my name, once my parents die I'll be totally alone in this world. Now I have to face the real life but how in the hell will I get a job? I didn't make any connection, I would be a disaster in a job interview and I wouldn't stand the social pressure anyway once working. Nevertheless, my parents believe that someway I'll be successful or millionaire when I can't even perform the basic functions of human life. I feel so disconnected and alienated from the rest of the world like If no matter what I do, I will always be a pariah. I've been like this since childhood when I couldn't even talk. What can I do now? I just want to dissapear.

Pessoa was right

Daily reminder that Pessoa was a waifu fag:

"Thanks to another simultaneous and related experience that touched my sensibility and my intelligence, I absorbed far too early on the idea that the life of the imagination, however morbid this might seem, is the one best suited for temperaments like mine. The fictions of my (later) imagination may weary me, but they do not hurt or humiliate. To impossible lovers the false smile, the fraudulent show of affection, the cunning caress are all equally impossible. They never abandon us or vanish from our life. "