i don't even want to enjoy a job, as that would qualify as a sign of early onset dementia
Quote from: Verbatim on March 12, 2018, 10:36:09 AMi don't even want to enjoy a job, as that would qualify as a sign of early onset dementiaI dont get this weird thing you have against jobsit's a productive way to spend time and go out into the world
Quote from: SecondClass on March 12, 2018, 10:55:23 AMQuote from: Verbatim on March 12, 2018, 10:36:09 AMi don't even want to enjoy a job, as that would qualify as a sign of early onset dementiaI dont get this weird thing you have against jobsit's a productive way to spend time and go out into the worldyes, i love knowing that i live in a world where you HAVE to indenture yourself to some slave labor in order to be considered "productive," and it's absolutely not okay to be unproductive—it's absolutely not okay for you to just do whatever the fuck you want to do with your own lifei just love shaving off 30 to 40 hours of my week working at some literal shithole so i can deal with belligerent, retarded customers and apathetic lackadaisical coworkers every single day of my lifeall to get a piddly paycheck with which i can hardly survive if i wanted to live alone, and even if i could, it only means that i get to buy food, feed myself, and wake up the next day knowing i get to do it ALL over again day after day after day and this is your fucking life nowwow that's so awesome that's just the american dream right there
you're doing work a machine could be doing WOW that is just so productiveyour insurmountable contributions to society will be hailed among the most significant fucking shit ever
There's jobs that you might find more compelling and worthwhile though. There's also some things you can't realistically do without it being a job.
Quote from: Verbatim on March 12, 2018, 11:56:45 AMAre you saying that you have no passions you could turn into a career?
what you're describing is the problem with existence in generalbut living in the system and accepting it, with all of its rewards and drawbacks, isn't hell. It's nice, and I feel better for a changeit's no 1984 here
I'm just trying to get you see things from my pov for a moment
Quote from: Verbatim on March 12, 2018, 11:56:45 AMI'm just trying to get you see things from my pov for a momentYou sound like you're in the same position as my mum - working a dead-end minimum wage job (so in the US I assume that's like well below a living wage...) because an artist hasn't a lot of market to sell or job desirability in the area. I do wonder about that. It's not like all artists (creative writing, painting, photography, or otherwise) just deserve money thrown at them for making something because the need/want for them isn't always there, but then shit like paintbrushes, canvasses, cameras and film rolls, etc don't come free. It does irk me that some artists get famous for something ridiculous like selling 9 pints of his own blood frozen into the shape of his head and then can live off the success of that whilst other artists can do nothing but work their whole lives for no acclaim, or even money.Seems like creatives would greatly benefit from something like Universal Basic Income, so then a job (if they choose to have one) is just doing something else for your extra spare time outside of writing/painting/whatever, and some extra cash on top of what you can already live off of.(Getting therapy's always a bonus, too)
Quote from: Flee on March 12, 2018, 11:17:40 AMThere's jobs that you might find more compelling and worthwhile though. There's also some things you can't realistically do without it being a job.Spoileri really wish the first statement were true, but i'm afraid it just isn'tif there really was something out there for me, do you not think i would have found it by now?though, to be fair, what i'm basically struggling with is my mentalityeven if i found the perfect job, i would still find a way to piss and bitch and moan about it, because i have such a perverted sense of self-fulfillment that being miserable almost gives me a perverse sense of satisfaction, just knowing that i was "right" all along, because i made myself right—that's just kinda the way i am, i literally feed off of my own negativityyou could say i just have a mental issue, which would be fair, but i also like to think that i have my reasons for being this wayjobs beget responsibilities, responsibilities beget mental burdens, mental burdens beget stress, stress begets miseryit's not to say that i can't handle a little bit of stress—it's the slow-burning cumulative effect of all the stressors in concatenation that makes them all the more soul-crushing, and it doesn't really matter what kind of job it is, because that's going to apply to pretty much all of themobviously, none of this stuff is an issue for people who are pre-ordained to be responsible, itinerant, hardworking, normal people, but i'm just not one of those people—i have the potential to be a hard worker, but unless i'm actually passionate about something, i will go out of my way to put in the minimum effort, or i just won't do it at alli also struggle with finding a sense of purpose—my philosophy on existentialism aside, it all really just seems like a fruitless struggle to meon the offchance that i find an enjoyable place to work—that's still time that i could be spending doing shit that i actually want to do, which is sit around, sleep, consume art, make my own art, all while trying to be as little of a burden on the rest of society as possible as i live alone in the quiet, being a spectator, contributing nothing to a world i never asked to be part of in the first placebut what i think sounds reasonable is way too much to ask, so that doesn't give me a whole lot of options as far as my own happiness and personal comfort goesi firmly believe that not everybody is cut out for work, and not everybody should have to work if they're so disinclined to do so—so the very idea that a person like me can exist in a world so incongruent with my values is a sick joke, and one that hasn't been funny in five yearsi could go on but you're not my therapist, i'm just trying to get you see things from my pov for a moment
Just to use myself as an example, I have enormous amounts of freedom at my job and the money I make is far from piddly. I don't work at a shithole but a modern facility tied to a university that's packed with hundreds of years of history. I don't deal with any customers at all but instead work with very motivated professionals and academics I work only on interesting projects of my own choosing and get to do something different all the time. None of the things you made out to be negative about a job are present in mine and there's no reason you couldn't land something similar.
Also, you didn't really address the second point I made. Jobs can let you do things you otherwise wouldn't be able to. They can provide you with resources, opportunities and access to things that you on your own couldn't really have.
As you said yourself, you might want to try and enjoy stuff a bit more.
Quote from: Verbatim on March 12, 2018, 11:56:45 AMQuote from: Flee on March 12, 2018, 11:17:40 AMThere's jobs that you might find more compelling and worthwhile though. There's also some things you can't realistically do without it being a job.Spoileri really wish the first statement were true, but i'm afraid it just isn'tif there really was something out there for me, do you not think i would have found it by now?though, to be fair, what i'm basically struggling with is my mentalityeven if i found the perfect job, i would still find a way to piss and bitch and moan about it, because i have such a perverted sense of self-fulfillment that being miserable almost gives me a perverse sense of satisfaction, just knowing that i was "right" all along, because i made myself right—that's just kinda the way i am, i literally feed off of my own negativityyou could say i just have a mental issue, which would be fair, but i also like to think that i have my reasons for being this wayjobs beget responsibilities, responsibilities beget mental burdens, mental burdens beget stress, stress begets miseryit's not to say that i can't handle a little bit of stress—it's the slow-burning cumulative effect of all the stressors in concatenation that makes them all the more soul-crushing, and it doesn't really matter what kind of job it is, because that's going to apply to pretty much all of themobviously, none of this stuff is an issue for people who are pre-ordained to be responsible, itinerant, hardworking, normal people, but i'm just not one of those people—i have the potential to be a hard worker, but unless i'm actually passionate about something, i will go out of my way to put in the minimum effort, or i just won't do it at alli also struggle with finding a sense of purpose—my philosophy on existentialism aside, it all really just seems like a fruitless struggle to meon the offchance that i find an enjoyable place to work—that's still time that i could be spending doing shit that i actually want to do, which is sit around, sleep, consume art, make my own art, all while trying to be as little of a burden on the rest of society as possible as i live alone in the quiet, being a spectator, contributing nothing to a world i never asked to be part of in the first placebut what i think sounds reasonable is way too much to ask, so that doesn't give me a whole lot of options as far as my own happiness and personal comfort goesi firmly believe that not everybody is cut out for work, and not everybody should have to work if they're so disinclined to do so—so the very idea that a person like me can exist in a world so incongruent with my values is a sick joke, and one that hasn't been funny in five yearsi could go on but you're not my therapist, i'm just trying to get you see things from my pov for a momentBy any chance, do you feel shit for doing completely nothing for a long amount of time? Like you even wanted to make something done, like learn something useful, but you don`t have any drift for it and more time passes and you feel more and more shit for not progressing anywhere, and there is no drift. And at one moment you think "let`s play some videogames, because at least I'm progressing in it" but after launch you just feel so shit, because you play a game, while you could have something done and then after an half hour you close it and... "There is no drift for doing anything". You start to think about various things how to fix it, might be that you start to pick up some hobbies that look cool, but after doing it yourself you just don`t have a drift for it. Then next thing you start to think is "maybe I need to change my viewpoint. Well, my death is inevitable and there is no point to do anything. But even if I was immortal, even if I save my mind, my memories, myself through all those cycling, is there any point to do something?" And the answer is the same. Just saying.
Quote from: chode on March 13, 2018, 11:00:49 AMverb, thank you for existing you're pretty much the only reason I still poke my head in around here
verb, thank you for existing you're pretty much the only reason I still poke my head in around here
Really starting to like my position
