I used to think of stuff like this when i was bored at work.
My old job used to have me standing around doing next to nothing.
However, the idle mind is the devil's workshop.
My job now is pretty busy but still mind-numbing. So now when my brain gets bored, i think of things that piss me off like stuff that happened years ago. Sometimes I make up scenarios to get pissed about just so I can think of something.
As far as thinking of intelligent things - no need. The real world does not care how smart someone is. Try to have an intelligent conversation with most people and you find out they have Dumbfuck's disease.
What if it's the other way around? What if keeping my mind occupied and distracted from these thoughts is the devil's workshop?
Is it possible there's no purpose in all of this? Am I suppose to just live, with no questions, that's it?
It's not a matter of intelligence, it's a matter of reality.
As far as I can tell, this could all be fake; the dinner I just had, the words I type for you to read, these thoughts I have. It could all be a trick of the mind.
We could all be a collective of entities floating in this universe, forever trapped in our own handmade reality.
It saddens me to the bone that I'll never be able to know.
I guess there isn't much to do. I'll just have to live my life and hope for an answer when my time comes.
Although still clueless, I thank you for your time.
What am I?
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I used to think of stuff like this when i was bored at work.
My old job used to have me standing around doing next to nothing.
However, the idle mind is the devil's workshop.
My job now is pretty busy but still mind-numbing. So now when my brain gets bored, i think of things that piss me off like stuff that happened years ago. Sometimes I make up scenarios to get pissed about just so I can think of something.
As far as thinking of intelligent things - no need. The real world does not care how smart someone is. Try to have an intelligent conversation with most people and you find out they have Dumbfuck's disease.
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What if it's the other way around? What if keeping my mind occupied and distracted from these thoughts is the devil's workshop?
Is it possible there's no purpose in all of this? Am I suppose to just live, with no questions, that's it?
It's not a matter of intelligence, it's a matter of reality.
As far as I can tell, this could all be fake; the dinner I just had, the words I type for you to read, these thoughts I have. It could all be a trick of the mind.
We could all be a collective of entities floating in this universe, forever trapped in our own handmade reality.
It saddens me to the bone that I'll never be able to know.
I guess there isn't much to do. I'll just have to live my life and hope for an answer when my time comes.
Although still clueless, I thank you for your time.