Tfw you realize art is literally just a honeypot for narcissists

>tfw you realize art is literally just a honeypot for narcissists
>tfw you realize studying for non-STEM subjects without a career in mind is evidence of laziness and lack of foresight
>tfw you realize mental illness is in no way desirable or evidence of heightened intelligence or sensitivity
>tfw you realize the truly mature, enlightened life involves reasonably pursuing your native instinct to be intimate with a pretty girl and working hard for the sake of yourself, your family and your community
>tfw you realize being poor is a choice
>tfw you realize writers like Houellebecq et al. are simply charlatans making money by turning emotionally vulnerable people into nihilistics and life-deniers
>tfw you realize that having no real life friends is a sign of a greatly trouble individual
>tfw you realize that a lack of romantic relationship experience is a sign of weakness, cowardice and lack of ambition
>tfw you realize that the only useful forms of philosophy are now studied in legal and scientific fields

Anybody else here matured a lot recently and realized all of the above? I've had my world view turned 360 degrees and I feel fitter, healthier and happier than ever.

Any books about any of these realizations?

Thanks.

Yeah I guess you could say you have turned your life around 360 degrees because none of those epiphanies are synonymous with having attained a healthier worldview.

Either this is bait, or you are likely a young and budding consumercuck.

>positivism

I am 25 years old. Until this year, until the past few months, I idolized writers and artists who suffered years of financial poverty for the sake of their "art", but now I realize what a sham the entire thing is. The truth is art should only be produced by trained musicians and by those who have retired after several decades of hard work. Being poor is LITERALLY a choice in 2017.

If you're poor, do the following:

1. Work minimum wage jobs until you have enough to attend college

2. Study a subject that is in high demand in the job market while working to pay tuition fees

3. Graduate and find a job, and busy your ass off to gain skills, experience and contacts within the industry

4. Find a partner and experience love and develop as a person with the support of another person

5. When you're financially stable after a decade or so of hard work, buy a home, have kids, and work hard to give them every chance you can in life

6. If you still want to "create art" then wait until you're retired and have the time to sit down and write something worthwhile


The alternative, by the way, is what we have now: hundreds of thousands of basically kids with no money, in debt due to studying irrelevant degrees which gain them no skills, writing boring and edgy books as a means of trying to make money from their narcissism.

you've really got it figured out, whoa

Thanks it worked

I dunno about this. Being able to discuss the arts and having a background in them is a huge social asset in large cities (thinking LA, NYC, Chicago). Most STEMlets that I know are happy enough but live boring lives. It's not impossible to find a decent living as a humanities grad and it helps you live a better life, especially if you're in a city.

This is terrible advice, though. At most you peak as a very pragmatic, practical person. Six figures at a stable job isn't very interesting or compelling. Maybe you grew up poor? I grew up relatively wealthy and would sooner bleed out than live the life you've laid out in this post.

Well, at least Dylann Roof had nice hair as a kid.

This I was any English Grad and I live pretty comfortably. I don't attend great elite intellectual parties or anything, butt I have plenty of expendable income and a nice place with my gf. I have plenty of free time to read and pursue other hobbies. I live in a fun and interesting city.

This is probably because you're not really that well travelled. Yeah, I get it, traveling the world for a career would be great and cubicle farm would be death. Then you actually realize that working a cubicle job isn't that bad since the bar goes much lower. When you're 38 and working as a bike delivery for a sub shop and have extreme boredom then a cubicle doesn't sound half bad.

You've described life 50 years ago. These days, only a true cuck would work hard to support a wife who will cheat on him, kids who will grow up to be dopamine-addicted brainlets no matter what you do, and a country run by bankers. There is no "community" anymore.

Do expound

"you've really got it figured out, whoa," anonymous said distraughtly.

I think the cubicle sounds equally bad

What city?

Top kek

Philadelphia.

>Inb4 slums
I live in CC

Since OP mentioned Houellebecq what did he mean by this: tenderness is a much more powerful instinct, that's why it's so hard to give up hope?

>tfw you give up on your dreams
that's pretty much all you had to say, OP

you wouldn't think this way if you actually felt like you had something to offer the world other than being another one of the 7 billion cogs in it

having a stable, predictable life as your goal is something I can understand, but I know that when I'm about to pass away I'll regret not having tried harder to make something of myself

literally anyone can get a job and have a family. it's the easiest thing in the world and to valorize it just because you didn't realize it was attainable for you until now is pretty pathetic. posting about it here is even worse.

Did you go to a good school?

>tfw teach part time at a community college making 20k a year, just enough to support my lifestyle
>live in the woods renting a one-bedroom isolated house from an old woman
>no romantic relationship in over 4 years, despite fairly frequent hookups
>no real friends due, only family member I talk to is my mum
>literally only leave the house to go to work and to get groceries
>all other time spent reading

I actually enjoy my life and the one described in the OP sounds miserable. I am living only for myself. I am happier than anyone else because my happiness does not depend on externals. Take the married man you described, and take away his wife or his kids or his high salary, and he would be miserable. I have nothing that may be taken away.

Penn State undergrad
U Penn grad

Society informs human instinct because of our consciousness, and tells us tenderness us desirable. When we get old and ugly and it becomes difficult to connect with people, it's difficult to accept

This is what I mean when I called out Houellebecq etc. Proponents of any kind of "Red Pill" perspective of the world are essentially self-pitying weaklings who will do anything they can to find a way of blaming other people for their shortcomings. Women, minorities, those working in finance, the potential scapegoats are limitless.

The true "Red Pill" is that within any population in any given age or historical period there are going to be a majority of ideologically submissive, culturally manipulated individuals who will take any opportunity afforded them to hoard as much pleasure as they can as quickly as they can. That's true for men and women, by the way. But as always there exists many, many women who value intimacy, mutual love, tenderness and loyalty. It's your choice whether you get out of the pit of despair you've dug for yourself and meet them. They don't owe you a thing. And if you think that posting on anonymous forums all day, masturbating, dwelling on hatred and anger, and doing nothing to better yourself or your situation in life is attractive to these women, then you really do have another thing coming.

>I know that when I'm about to pass away

trite

>literally anyone can get a job and have a family

No shit, that's what makes it a noble path.

>to valorize it just because you didn't realize it was attainable for you until now

Holy shit your writing is terrible

Nice

U Penn was cool but Penn State was awful. Its a hard science school/Chad party school. If you aren't one of those two you're gonna be pretty lonely.

>people who sell redpill are phonies
>now here is the real redpill
Fuck (you)

Houellebecq longs for an age that never existed, wherein unattractive, unsociable men like him could simply dominate some cute young woman with ambitions to be nothing more than his shadow. The truth is that many young women want to be housewifes these days, while others want to test themselves intellectually and otherwise and attain a sense of independence so if they do end up with someone like Houellebecq they aren't duty-bound to suffer as their wife until they die miserable and totally defeated. Houellebecq can't grasp this. He is an alcoholic. He is work shy (in his "manifesto" he encourages his supporters and wannabe poets to go on the dole in order to focus on their writing). He is racist. And he is guilty of exactly the same crime he accuses his mother of committing, namely having a child (he has a son) and abandoning him for his own hedonistic pursuits (he abandoned his kid and avoided contact with him for decades while writing about how selfish people have become). The dude's a fraud, and it's obvious that his readership primarily consists of ugly (inner and outer) men who can't understand that a little grooming and self-awareness might make a woman want to be with them, and edgy kids who think that simply sitting down with your arms folded and allowing apathy to overwhelm you is a mature way of reacting to the problems in your life.

>They don't owe you a thing
>you deserve to suffer

Why the contemptuous tone?

Fuck me man. I'm struggling at a state school for the same reason.

I'm not so sure about all of that. Those seem like pretty bold statements. I have matured though, and I think it happened when I made peace with society and accepted that it can be mean and careless but then again so can I.

Agreed, I've been rich and poor. I would give up everything I own rather than submit to his slavish lifestyle. There is no dignity in living for money.

geez sounds like you really hate yourself man...

so how far are you on your big ultra-red pilled plans to become normal functioning person outside psyching yourself up on this thread arguing with yourself?

>tfw some idiot posts subjective opinions as fact and there's so many counterpoints and holes in what he's saying that you don't even fucking care to and there's too many

Thankfully I had a pretty chill roommate. We'd read and listen to prog and shit in the dorm, but neither of us were the type to go to parties. We'd get invited occasionally, but it wasn't really our scene.

excellent post, btfo

Did you have any other friends? Where would you hang out other than the dorm?

As I stated at the start of this thread, I have only experienced these realizations in the past few months. I am currently a friendless KHHV working an essentially "dead end" job at which I am neither respected nor trusted with any workload of any significance that could potentially earn me a promotion or more senior role. But now that I've realized the things I initially posted about above, I am now ready to find a wife, develop several intimate friendships, work harder to prove that I am a useful employee, and approach life as an essentially positive thing capable of providing many, many enjoyable and worthwhile experiences. My rebirth begins today.

Yeah, but unless we decided to go out somewhere it was either our dorm or there's. Again, we mostly just wanted to have drinks and listen to music. Good music, not party music.

>a greatly trouble individual

I DON'T WANT NO TROUBLE

Okay then. Congrats i guess.

I do find it troubling that you're starting off your new life by continuing to blog your rage against strawmen on Veeky Forums, but whatever works dude

Did you fuck him in the ass ?
Did he liked that?

Neither of us were gay, never had any desire to penetrate an anus.

Then don't. Live for a cause. I have one that keeps me going. My entire family takes advantage of my Dad and lies to him. I'm ruining them for it. They deserve it. Until they realize the evil they commit and continue to, and make it right, and come clean to him, I will never stop. I don't care who I bring down along the way, although I'd like to avoid it. I don't care if I die, I don't care if I have no friends, gf, or kids of my own. I only care to serve up this justice these misguided people deserve. I will stop at nothing to see them brought to it.

K, Batman

I'm a man now. I am posting this to steer younger, easily influenced and sensitive loners away from the path that leads to nihilism, solipsism, narcissism, and eventually suicide (literal or figurative). Want to know what I'm wearing right now? Sure you do. I'm wearing baggy beige cotton slacks with a black belt looped pretty tight. I'm wearing a white shirt that I ironed last night with each cuff rolled back two times. I am wearing black cotton socks. This is how I dress now. Problem? Thought not. I cut my hair not necessarily short but neat and, most importantly, to a consistent style. I am a reliable guy now. I smile. I converse. I work hard. I don't complain. I now shake the hand that feeds me, instead of biting it. I vote for fiscally conservative politicians. I jog. I eat healthy meals. I work out, sure. When I smile at pretty young women I do so in a paternal, kindly way which expresses ZERO sexual desire. I leave the office when my work is finished, not when the clock tells me I'm legally allowed to escape. I use clear, formal language. I cal my mother. I donate to charity each month. I give blood. I don't care if the woman I might potentially date has had one or even several sexual and / or romantic partner before me. What business is it of mine? I no longer watch pornography. I haven't had an erection in weeks in fact. I don't strain when I defecate. I floss. I whistle in public. I wake up early and eat a slow breakfast. I go to bed before 11pm every night. I am turning my back on Veeky Forums and heading for pastures new because that is what is right at my age. I am a man now. The future is going to be one hell of a ride. And I'm strapped in and ready to go.

>penn state
no wonder. you are a peasant

some part of what you say is not wrong but you're getting your hopes up a bit too much ya know

Make whatever condescending jokes you like. What I do is real and for a cause, and makes my life indefinitely sincere and fulfilling.

can you hear yourself? do you think is this how normal well-adjusted people sound? just because you've turned your eliot roger routine on something other than college girls doesn't mean you've made any kind of progress towards a healthy psychological state. you're still full of hate and black and white thinking.

The elite today are philistines and proud of it. Knowledge of Western art and literature is a liability more than anything. The only literature New Yorkers read today is SJW-tier stuff

Really, THAT was your face when you "realized" all this dumb shit? You're a lunatic, my man.

How old are you?

Whatever, dude. I'm living a good life and you're slinging insults on Veeky Forums

kek

You need to name your pill after a different color, this shit is getting confusing.

sounds like you got trust issues desu

>I don't strain when I defecate. I floss. I whistle in public. I vote for fiscally conservative politicians.
top kek. This is the funniest bait I've read in a long time. Cheers, user.

I actually caught my longterm girlfriend cheating on me the day I went to her house when my dad died. Pretty much traumatized me and I have been unable to trust anybody since.

Heck no. If anything I'm getting my hopes down. How? Well it's like this. I used to think I would like nothing more than to be a financially poor guy who finally redeems himself by publishing a novel to great acclaim, proving to the "suit-and-tie" drones that I represent something purer, something more exciting than the stolid and pitiful lives they apparently represent. I thought I had it all figured out, really. And now I can only look back and feel sorry or this angry, naive person I once allowed myself to be. I know now that love, for example, isn't something that is going to fall into my lap. So what I do, as a realistic and mature adult? I set up various dates. It's a numbers game after all. And I expect to find a mature and experienced woman now, which is fine. I have long gotten over the notion that a potential life partner should be sexually inexperienced, or shy, or submissive, or any of that bullcrap. Now I am actually looking forward to dating someone with a little more experience, someone who's adventurous and unapologetically so. With a career and a swagger all of her own. Let's switch over to my career real quick. Am I earning much money at the moment? Heck no. Do I blame anybody but myself for that? Twice heck now. I am now applying to study for night courses that will allow me to develop marketable skills relevant to the new tech-focused economy. I will then use these skills to allow employers and business owners to look at me and think "hey, we could really use this guy!" rather than wondering what the heck I have to offer their company. Is it going to be an easy journey? No way. But I don't it to be. I expect to learn a lot these next few years as I form connections with other people, as I try and find a woman to date, and as I work long hours to climb the career ladder to secure a stable and prosperous existence for myself, my potential wife, and the children I one day hope to invite to the world.

I think we're being trolled by the 100 post user again.

I'm 25 years old.

Not a problem. Glad I could make you chuckle! Pass that good feeling along brother.

you mean the rabelais gene wolfe guy? if so, nah i'm watching druaga1 right now.

What occupies your mind? Do you pray to god every night that you will die once you're blameless for anything? I feel like this is true except it's not not progress. It's absolutely progress.

I just don't understand how you can live without always dreaming of something less tedious. I'm partial to a similar routine but still full of angst and will always be.

SeeYou don't know the story and I'll kindly ask you to go fuck yourself if you think my cause isn't noble.

>4. Find a partner and experience love and develop as a person with the support of another person

>5. When you're financially stable after a decade or so of hard work, buy a home, have kids, and work hard to give them every chance you can in life

Like it's that easy

Started out great until you became a polite cuckold by the end. I'll pass. Though good job on not using pornography.

Sounds either like Hell or like Heaven, and I can't decide which one it is

I might also add that these same people told me to kill myself, and I've forgiven them for that, but manipulation of my naive father is something I will never abide, as my sister shamelessly does.

It sounds like you've had a faux-epiphany and decided to LARP as the person you plan to become

Stop making everything about yourself, he's talking about that guy who pretends to live in a cabin, which you would know all about already if you werent a seasonal affliction.

>LARP as the person you plan to become
That's all I do on Veeky Forums to be honest

that's tough user, sorry to hear it
do you plan on recovering?