/lit/ - Literature

When I was heuristically rationalizing how to avoid suffering in high school, I kept finding my logic going back to the conclusion that I had to prepare for every scenario possible, including and especially worst-case scenario.
So, I kept imagining what I have to do to get back on my feet if I lose everything I have. What would I do if I lose my possessions, my domicile, my livelihood. What would I do if society shuns my existence, if my friends leave me, if my family ridicules me, if my parents disown me and sever my financial nourishment. What would I have to do if I lose my student visa and have to go back home without anything to show for it.
Mom has always said that she'll always be there for me and, while I believe her because she's been consistently caring and attentive, I can't help but refuse to factor her into my twisted attempt at survival as I have always believed that it is the most prudent to operate on the fact that I am on my own and such a mindset leave me absolute zero chance to be disappointed in anything I cannot control. If I disappoint myself, I know for a fact that it is something within my complete control and the only way forward is to improve myself.
I don't need anyone else.
I only need me.
If I don't have my brain, I wouldn't be on a level of functioning such that I have to be concerned with my well-being anyway.
As long as I have my brain, I'll always be able to come up with some idea to survive. The damn thing never fails to surprise me with creative ideas and I have my complete confidence in him.
I imagine dragging myself, beaten, off the ground in a beat-up back alley in a drenching rain, no one in sight to care for me or even take pity of me.
I don't need their pity.
I only need me.

>>21927707
I wasn't allowed to go outside alone until high school and every time before I left through the door I'd get a list of demands and checks, if I had my phone, if I ate, etc... I didn't realize how much this sort of thing stressed me out until once my mother was taking a sick day and she was still sleeping while I left. Not having to be confronted before opening the door like that was such a weird and overwhelming relief. At that point I also understood half the reason I never went outside except to go to school was to avoid this kind of confrontational check. It probably sounds stupid but I'm for lack of a better word afraid and ashamed to have to explain myself if I were to try and do something, so I just don't.

I still don't go outside or talk to anyone or do anything, and haven't for over a decade since I dropped out of college. I once made a brief comment about our neighbor's son joining the military (I mentioned he's the same age as me) and she became hysterical at the shadow of the suggestion explaining how he's a loser and unintelligent and ungrateful and hurting his family.

I'm reminded of Brave New World. Of how the construction workers are incubated upside down, at hot temperatures, or high up to acclimate them for their future and inevitable professions.

I like this Wojak because it doesn't make eye contact just like me.

>>21010352
>ywn be captured by Mord-Sith

Man starts over again every day, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows

Is there really a benefit in learning Latin if I'll only be able to read a small collection of works?

Books for the feel of being a 27 years old unemployed, living with parents, failure of man. But a book about a man that changed his life, no bullshit blackpill, just bloomer pill books, need some light in my life, bros.

>>18166764
Interesting question, although I never could make sense of it myself. Maybe it alludes to Parsifal himself being absolved of his foolish behaviour by contributing to Amfortas' healing.

I've been religiously listening to Wagner operas ever since I was about 10 years old. Saw "Parsifal" 2015 in Vienna, the ticket was only 2,85€. The most magnificent performance I've ever attended.

My final day here,
Waves reflecting soft moonlight,
It is beautiful.

>>16557888
>>16558678
I'm so fucking happy that after 1.5 years or so, my Indo-European chart is still making its way through this board

>>16126506
>>16126510
thank you

It's always on the weekends when I have my existential moments, not crisis's, just moments. A few minutes where I think about my life and what I'm doing, somethings I'm not doing and maybe should be, somethings I'm doing and maybe should not be. Hard to tell if they are moments of clarity, or insanity. I'll choose to embrace them for now.

>>15645916
Has anyone here actually bothered to read the Anchor Edition with a new Afterword by Krakauer from 2015?

The mystery of McCandless' death has now been resolved for 5 years. He ate the seeds of Hedysarum alpinum, which lead to paralysis of his legs and general poisoning. In the ethnobotanic publications he obtained at the University of Alaska prior to his death, this plant was mistakenly declared to not be poisonous. So basically him picking up a faulty source was the key problem leading to his death.

The only really ignorant thing he did was not bringing along a map and see that the crossing of the river was only a few hundred meters away from the bus.

Still, it's probably one of the best books I've ever read. It is like a report on what idealistic and socially outcast young men looked like before vidya and the chans. I'm reluctant to call him an incel, especially because he was not socially unpopular or something, but the deep failure to understand the dynamics of modern society led him to do what he did. He might have made mistakes, but I respect him and Krakauer deeply.

My English teacher hated the book when I took it on the reading list for my finals. This book is a thorn in the eye of people who don't actually care about young male world views.

>>15069724

"So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, that moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."

--An excerpt from "Thanatopsis", by William Cullen Bryant

>>14786780
There's 4 confirmed cases of coronavirus in my country as of this morning. It will likely develop into an epidemic that will cost my fucking life, due to the fact that I live in a densely populated country and have had problems with my respiratory tract over the past year, for which no cause has yet been found (most likely Post Nasal Drip syndrome or some shit like that). I also have crippling health anxiety.

The thought of my approaching death and the collapse of large parts of my country's system is somehow stressing me out, but not really in a hysteric way, I guess I just sort of accepted it. It's all so comical, so bizarre, so unreal yet.

I'm glad that, despite years of nihilism and autistic behaviour, my life up to this point was pretty comfy, not gonna lie. I've had moments that now seem like absolute bliss and the memory of them is a wonderful remedy for my morbid fears. I remember the wind whispering through the corn fields in August at my ex gfs place in the countryside. How we used to pluck redcurrant and hold our feet in the fountain next to her garden. How the emotionally abusive relationship of my parents seemed to not be that present when my grandparents were over. How I stayed inside for years, playing video games, escaping this seemingly cold world. How I walked home on rainy autumn nights, heartbroken and sad. How I spent winter evenings in smokey bars, at peace, disconnected from the outside world, truly enjoying every bit of the moment, holding my ex, hearing the sounds of the street and the nearby trains passing by.

I can't say, now, that death is approaching, that my life was sad. It was wasted, maybe, but given that I have no future anyway, all the wasted time is transformed, having received an almost comforting, soothing meaning. I suppose it is true that having had a decent life is the only solace of death.

Aight anons, I hope y'all make it.

How do you learn to properly read without resorting to a literature graduation? I want to develop better analysis skills, and thought of getting the Bloom collection. Is it worth the money and time? Are there better options?

Why is creativity dead? Where did it go?

Has /lit/ ever had a mystical or religious experience? Write about it.

Have you ever cried while reading? What book was it?

any good literature on struggling with loneliness and making peace with solitude?

>>12500590
Nay, it is the NEET who overcomes his NEETdom in order to fulfill his duty in service of a good will.

>>12493179
maybe someday mate, both of us will make the same trip in different directions.

>>12493273
post photos mate

https://advrider.com/f/threads/seattle-to-argentina-on-a-klr650.136505/

In this thread a guy goes on a motorcycle trip, gets in an accident and becomes a parapalegic

Then he makes a blog and posts a lengthy suicide note justifying his decision to end it

http://www.2arms1head.com/