Go outside.

Go outside. Sit under a tree. Stop thinking so much - they aren't even your thoughts - they are reactions to the thoughts by other people, also trapped in the spectacle of life created by an omnipresent addictive media presence in your life. Fuck it. Get into gardening. Write poetry. Write a hear-felt letter to someone you love. Tidy up your room. Fight to keep yourself in reality, by rejecting everything you already know. Then, when you become comfortable being alone with your own mind, find others you can sit in comfortable silence with, without expectations or plans, and without trying to start another group or movement. How still can you be? How still can you remain around other people?Or don't. read other people's ideas and think they are your own. Alienate yourself from everyone you've known. Only read what makes you comfortable. Masturbate as if it didn't matter. Tell yourself that you need a break from your routine - but don't bother trying to examine for yourself why you are so desperate to escape your own life. Hold onto meaningless grudges. Allow distance to make people strangers. Make sure you are employed, because otherwise you won't know what to do with yourself. Pretend you're the only person with these problems in life, while you browse the internet looking for reasons to be right, but never to learn more about yourself. Google "what is the meaning of life" - buy the Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy from the link that pops up. Masturbate as if it didn't matter. Nod at the neighbour you never bothered to introduce yourself to, as you have done for the past 5 years. Tell your kid to "shut up and behave!" when they refuse to fit in with your life experience, which has so far involved going to school, going to college, meeting a girl/boy, getting a job, and having a kid. At some level this makes you happy, as if keeping your own parents happy still meant something. You masturbate because you get anxious. You take pills because you're depressed. Your pornography habit is getting out of hand now - getting darker and stranger. Yesterday you masturbated over someone fucking their mother. You desperately tried to keep your mind away from your own mother, but you failed. Now you can't look into your mother's eyes in the same way. You go to the gym because you want to look good - not because you have any long term plan of improving your life, but because you hope that the cute neighbour (you don't remember her name, but you masturbate to her in the shower) will spare you a glance, and your wife/girlfriend/hand doesn't satisfy that deep unease, that ceaseless unrest, the bottomless pit, the growing festering inner darkness that has been there since you can remember, but which you put out of your mind time and time again.Do whatever you think is best. Or don't. Oh, and make sure to remember to lash out at the guy pointing out what you couldn't see for yourself. They don't know you, after all. And it's not as if anyone else shares the same cultural experience as yourself - you're a special snowflake, unique in every way. Remind yourself of this the next time you speak to your poor mother who assured you as a child of your specialness. via /r/LibraryofBabel https://ift.tt/33BArxh