/lit/ - Literature

>>11676227
maybe. but im pretty sure i just never fit in with people which led to me never experiencing that rush, and much of literature is written by people who didnt fit in either, so I guess I can relate and feel less alone, so I guess it is a cope. but on the other hand, that adventure and rush is a cope to deal with the fact that the world is monotonous and freedom an illusion.

no i was an absolute savage, now im developing other parts of myself

>>11676227
Yes, but I also never had said rush because I was busy reading

>>11676227
this picture stresses me out.

they look too calm, as if every step of their lives is already planned and perfect.

I can see it now, upper-middle class taking over his father's firm, 2.5 kids and a dog, a trimmed lawn with an in-ground pool, wife has a bookclub but quit her job to raise the kids. The brides' maids and groomsmen were all fraternity and sorority friends, the flower girl is one of their younger siblings. The hardest hardship is likely the loss of a parent to old-age, maybe a cancer scare. Honestly, they probably die peacefully, too.

im jealous tbqh, never post this picture here again

>>11676227
I don't read to cope, I read because I obtain pleasure from reading a good book, among other things.

>>11676227
haha funny picture
beautiful rich young people happy
very much good
o why couldn't I be born like them ahaha
I wish to have never been, my friends

>>11676277
>The hardest hardship is

Maintaining their illusion.

>>11676266
This. If anything I read because I had too much of the chemical rush in those years.

>>11676227
please kindly shut the fuck up

>>11676362

Who hurt you?

>>11676227
gloryfing growing up is prime example of being a brainlet. sort yourself out.

>Sure. It’s been hopeless for a long time, from the very beginning. You will never represent, Raphael, a young girl’s erotic dream. You have to resign yourself to the inevitable, such things are not for you. It’s already too late, in any case. The sexual failure you’ve known since your adolescence, Raphael, the frustration that has followed you since the age of thirteen, will leave their indelible mark. Even supposing that you might have women in the future - which in all frankness I doubt - this will not be enough; nothing will ever be enough. You will always be an orphan to those adolescent loves you never knew. In you the wound is already deep; it will get deeper and deeper. An atrocious, unremitting bitterness will end up gripping your heart. For you there will be neither redemption nor deliverance. That’s how it is.

Everyone in this thread should kill themselves.

Endless house parties throughout your last few school years

Awkwardly flirting with lots of girls during the few years where girls aren't completely disgusted and creeped out by awkward guys

Prom at the end of school, when the entire year (bar a few weirdos but they don't count) are friends

Facebook, then Snapchat and instagram providing a hilarious virtual running commentary on your life: adults have no idea that you feel like you live in a movie, every emotion is intensified as you see yourself on screens, your image mattering to tens of people

That guy in your class with the successful youtube or twitch channel who lets you in one of his videos

Summer between school and uni without a care in the world

Meeting all your new uni friends and getting drunk every night for the first week

Going on nights out with your new friend group

Getting a high paid internship in London / New York and meeting your new upper middle class professional milieu

Summer holidays in spain with your friends

Those calm, quiet, seemingly bland moments with your friends during school, work, university, where you don't even realise the contentment you have, and which become incredible memories after time passes

>>11676449
You left out all the bad parts

Normies always complained about how "stressed" and "depressed" they are

>>11676467
Normies spend half of their mental energy fightingmental boogeyman they subconsciously perceive but can't consciously articulate. Like a cat continually scratching at fleas, having no real perception of the flea, only the itch.

>>11676375
society