I don't need literature. Just don't need it. I can entertain myself. I can form ethical value systems myself...

I don't need literature. Just don't need it. I can entertain myself. I can form ethical value systems myself. I can humour myself. I can lie in bed by myself and imagine things which are intriguing and profound. What are the use of books to someone like me? I'm seriously curious. I can literally live the rest of my life in silence, consuming vegetables, fruit, bread and water and spending my time exercising or simply contemplating both the internal and external world. Why should I "strive" for more? Why should I introduce unnecessary confusion and frustration into my psyche when I am already living a flawlessly virtuous life which is sufficiently fulfilling for me? Why should I seek relationships when my own company provides me with the intimacy and gratification I would otherwise be without? Why should I utter a single word when I can simply get by without saying anything to anyone, as I am strongly inclined to do? I don't get it Veeky Forums. So much of the life advertises to me as worthwhile and definitive of success involves far more nuisance, noise, needless hardship and superfluous expense of energy. Have I simply reached peak wisdom? Is this what the final manifestation of the Black Pill entails? Are there any books on this issue? Thanks for reading.

ted.. easy on the acid...

We are social creatures. You cannot live a fulfilling life devoid of interaction with other people, and books can't fix that for you. By all means bury your head; it may distract you for a few years or even decades but it'll catch up to you one day, and by then you may be too set in your ways to change your situation. You've reached peak ignorance.

Epicurus

You're an egoist and a fag too

>What are the use of books to someone like me?
they might help you pull your head out of your ass.

The pursuit of knowledge is what keeps us going, even if that knowledge is pointless shit like learning a fighting game or chatting with friends about what happened that day. I highly doubt you'll last a month in what is essentially solitary confinement.

I have lived this way for three years already and I have never felt more at ease and have never scaled the intellectual heights that I am scaling now largely as a consequence of my isolation. "We are social creatures" is such a gross projection of your own dependent attitude towards existence that I am frankly disgusted to see such a cliche and such an amateurish grasp of evolutionary psychology. You may very well allow your primitive instincts to dictate that you seek inter-personal relationships with people whose company makes your life more subjectively worthwhile and perhaps even to seek a woman or man to penetrate every so often, but not all of us see things your way. There is a clear case to be made that the greatest geniuses of our species have belonged to a small demographic who forego human companionship, sexual relationships, gluttony and prolonged exposure to other human beings for the sake of perfecting their intellectual capacity as best they may. My own brutish instincts that might otherwise compel me to penetrate others and so on have long been usurped by what John Stuart Mill might call Higher Instincts, which guide me instead towards a life of quiet introspection and intense exploration of the vast uncharted terrain of my mind. Everything else appears to be so needlessly superficial and meaningless.

>Why should I utter a single word when I can simply get by without saying anything to anyone
So are you self-sufficient or did you forget that you're a leech or that people are leeching off you?
>intense exploration of the vast uncharted terrain of my mind.
Full of what, exactly?
It's all well and good to have an empty cup, but that's on the basis of you filling it later, if only to drain it even later.
And it is true that the world is full of shallow things, so you will have to look harder and consider more carefully, but that doesn't mean wonder isn't out there. Commit to motion, if not outright effort, and you might surprise yourself.
Pursue experience, and drink from it without becoming drunk and stagnating as one might become when drunk on their own.

Or not. I barely read books myself.

I could point you to countless studies with evidence of us being social animals. How do you plan on affording your house, your vegetables, your bed to lie in? It's an old saying that a student should never train alone- they only reinforce their own mistakes. Depriving yourself of the opportunity to be challenged is proof of your ignorance. Introspection is important, but the reason Greek philosophy has lasted over 2000 years is it withstanding constant questioning and later philosophers approaching these teachings in new ways. Look at the Socratic method, which relies on human interaction. If Socrates stayed locked in his bedroom he wouldn't have had the opportunity to teach Plato, who in turn wouldn't have taught Aristotle. Do you see where I'm coming from?

you don't have love in your heart

I am sufficiently self-sufficient, if I be permitted to make an attempt at humour. I tend a small vegetable patch, drink only water, coffee and fruit-based drinks and spend barely any of the alms donated to me by my mother on foodstuffs. I often forage for nuts and wild berries, and I intend to begin removing edible food from the waste bins of my local supermarket soon both to ease the burden on waste disposable facilities that would otherwise have to process this entirely healthy and edible food and also to continue spending as little as possible in accordance with my non-negotiable and intensely virtuous life principles. As for the vast uncharted terrain of my mind, the fact you ask me what may be lurking there in the misty swamplands and cave-dotted highlands of my internal territory (or territories perhaps? Another question to ponder at length it would seem) suggests you yourself have never spent hours, days or indeed weeks silently exploring every crevice, every nook, every cranny contained in every human psyche. It is a sad thought to someone like myself, considering that I am currently hundreds of miles into the wilderness of my subconscious, discovering new treasures and establishing new settlements with each new day. I could of course have remained staid and placid in the confines of the small Shire-like village constructed by socialization and pre-programmed behaviour, but to my Aragorn-esque disposition such a life seemed both contemptible and wrong.

Such a lifestyle would be worthy only of Elven scum- not the King of Men which you claim to be.

Stop you're making me laugh

The very fact that you believe vegetables cost anything only proves how submissive you are to the governing ideology of Western nations which insists that everything has a price. I reside in a small modernized bothy in the garden belonging to my mother. I sleep on a single campbed and the only furniture I own is a wooden chair on which I sit for hours each day while facing the single window which looks out onto the garden. I absolutely detest the notion that by risking your health and security by "challenging" is somehow an admirable thing to do. It strikes me as an unnecessary waste of time which presumably appeals mostly to those who are so restless and incapable of profound self-satisfaction that they seek it instead in the Himalayas or on a field of grass where others as restless and dense as themselves harm one another's bodies for the sake of mutual entertainment.

A useless, hollow phrase and accusation. The heart is a muscle, not a container for abstract concepts.

>A useless, hollow phrase and accusation. The heart is a muscle, not a container for abstract concepts.
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Would a true intellectual settle for living in such a distracting environment? True thought cannot occur in what is essentially a shed overlooking your mother's garden which you tend in her stead. Make an effort to walk (exercise triggers heightened brain activity), perhaps take a folding chair with you, and ponder while overlooking the Scottish countryside. You're being unfair on yourself by subjecting yourself to such limiting surroundings.

>living a flawlessly virtuous life which is sufficiently fulfilling
>posting on lit
Choose one, larping dumbass.

I don't tend the garden. She tends it herself (though doesn't come within ten feet of my bothy, as per out verbal contract), as she finds it therapeutic and allows her to "get out of the house" as she puts it. If you had read my opening post, you would already be aware that I do exercise, by walking, jogging and also riding a bicycle which I myself maintain. I do not own a foldable chair and my distaste for needless novelty precludes me from spending my limited alms on purchasing one or training my mind to learn to carpentry skills necessary to construct one. I have no desire to visit Scotland.

are you fat? i bet you're fat.

My apologies- "bothy" is a common Scottish colloquialism. Have you considered exchanging your current wooden chair for a folding one, which will offer much more versatility (and allow you more floor space when you're not sitting) without needlessly cluttering your single room? Your use of a campbed suggests that you're not opposed to using compact furniture. The health benefits of taking your seating with you and varying your thinking space will have huge positive effects on your mental wellbeing. Your mother may be able to arrange the trade if your studies leave no free time.

While I agree to most of the theory behind this and one day wish to live in the wilderness alone for a year or 2 myself.. in the mean time im honest with whats actually going on in my life. Something I dont think you doing.
The reality is, you live with your mum and sit on Veeky Forums. You are no Thoreau. Stop being a pussy, get off 4 chan and go venture into actual solitude land and build your own house with nothing but rope and logs. Take some seeds with you and grow food. Then write about your experience, and come back here after 2 years and post results. Until then.. be honest with yourself. The worst thing humans to is lie, not to others, but to themselves.

Btw im almost certain this is a larp.. ill reiterate.. you're on fucking Veeky Forums talking about how secluded you are from the world.

The function of the Thyroid Gland continues to confuse and mystify scientists as it has done for centuries at this point. My own appears to function in such a way that encourages the development of a great amount of fatty tissue over almost my entire body. Despite consuming an ascetic diet consisting largely of fruits, nuts and vegetables my body would indeed be defined by contemporary health practicians as "obese", though any specialist in that field would no-doubt acknowledge the fact that my lifestyle and diet plays almost no part in this inexplicable gaining of weight.

Please desist in advertising the alleged benefits of a foldable chair. I thought Veeky Forums may indeed be the one haven on the internet where amoral marketeers do not ply their deceitful trade. My own non-foldable chair is entirely adequate and fulfill its purpose entirely, namely to support my body during lengthy periods of introspection. Yes, there is only one room inside my bothy, which is no cause of frustration for myself since I enjoy small spaces, serving as they do to provide a secure space to think and to remind me of the relative smallness of the external world in contrast with the horizonless plateus of my inner world.

I recently learned of a literary writer who intended to write a book set in what he assumed was the exciting and novel-worth land of Anatolia and who traveled to that region for the purpose of immersing himself in what he judged to be the "reality" which his book would reflect. No sooner, however, had he reached his hotel in that region that he realized to his great shame and dismay that the "reality" is sought there was no more interesting or any less mundane than his home region (I forget which country), and so his years'-long project was scrapped and instead he presumably wrote a novel about a man who walked around his native city plumbing the depths of his own consciousness (the better novel, by my estimation, though a needless one nonetheless). It appears that you too are a "reality" salesman, and I hope that you are not too much offended by the utter indifference I show towards the product you are hawking.

I implore you to reconsider your stance (pardon the pun) on foldable chairs. They provide all the benefits of a standard wooden seat while also providing you with extra floor space- I suppose your bothy will appear even smaller due to your thyroid troubles. You seem to have forgotten the added bonus of a drinks holder, and the time-saving provided by no longer needing to interrupt your introspection with the fetching of water from across the room. I know a true thinker like yourself will make the right choice.

do what you want. if you honestly can't find any utility in the thousands of years of literature then don't read it. in most cases fiction is escapism in the same vein as watching television and movies anyway.

Fair

I implore you, sir, to cease immediately in your attempts to sway my thoughts on this matter. I am currently seated on my very sturdy (I myself reinforced it with extra wooden beams) non-foldable chair and I am now personally insulted by your ceaseless attempts to introduce me to the world of commerce and material empire-building. I have no - repeat no - interest in purchasing any of your wares and if you continue your efforts to take from me the few alms my mother donates each month I will be forced to contact the moderators of this board and ask them to mute or indeed delete your account.

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>I implore you, sir, to cease immediately in your attempts to sway my thoughts on this matter. I am currently seated on my very sturdy (I myself reinforced it with extra wooden beams) non-foldable chair and I am now personally insulted by your ceaseless attempts to introduce me to the world of commerce and material empire-building. I have no - repeat no - interest in purchasing any of your wares and if you continue your efforts to take from me the few alms my mother donates each month I will be forced to contact the moderators of this board and ask them to mute or indeed delete your account.

100% confirmed b8

It was fun while it lasted, some chucklefuck always has to spoil it. Thanks OP, I had fun shitposting with you.

I believe OP is one of the few individuals on this board who thoroughly articulate what I have seen referred to as Post-Irony. He is very obviously sincere about what he says and believes here, but also realizes that his ideas are extreme and therefore employs an ironic stance in order to express them from behind what is essentially a mask of his own face which, if removed, would reveal that his "own face" is actually a mask covering what was formerly believed to be a mask. This of course is nothing novel or new to our contemporary era, but such lucid examples of this sort of thing are so rare that I thought it worthwhile to articulate my thoughts on the matter.

The persuading of the fold out chair was fucking hilarious.

This entire discourse was beautiful. Congratulations to all involved

Excellent dialogue in this thread.

You appear to be confused, young man. You might enjoy a sit down to rest your mind, perhaps on superior folding furniture?