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Originally Posted by The Skeezyks
In responding to another PC'er's post moments ago, it occurred to me to post this question. How long can a person go on not caring about anything? (Of course, this presumes that it really is possible to not care about anything, zilch, nada... I don't know if this is in fact really possible. We may think we literally don't care about anything. But, in fact, there are things we would care about were they to come up.)
But, for the sake of this posting, let's presume that it is in fact possible to simply not care about anything. How long could one live in such a state? Could one potentially live whatever remains of a full normal human lifetime without caring about anything? What do you think?
This is more than a philosophical discussion for me. I frequently ask myself how long I can go on living the ruse I have lived for the majority of my adult life. I don't know that I could truthfully say that I don't care about anything. But the unrelenting angst I experience is, I think, essentially similar to being in a state of not caring about anything. So I'm anxious to know what other PC'ers think.
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It seems to me that for most people, it is a double negative. If you truly didn't care about
anything, then it wouldn't bother you. (
) However, (the double negative)
you do care about not caring about anything. All that angst and anxious, relestless energy is your body telling you that you aren't fulfilled. I often find myself cursing the fact that I WANT TO WANT SOMETHING... a passion that drives, something to strive and thrive FOR. I think a person can and will live until all hope is extinguished.
It isn't until we give up and all hope is lost.. that our very soul will start to rot us from the inside out. Self-destruction sets in... in various forms... but we either die a literal death or we become a shell of the person we used to be. The "person" we become... isn't anyone we wished to meet when we were children imagining who'd we grow up to be. It is a death of self... without the mercy of an end.
When a person is lacking purpose, it is difficult to find joy in any form. I feel adrift and aimless... lost and alone.
Your body is literally telling you, you aren't living a life you were meant to. Mine is doing the same. I'm finding that the hardest part is finding and forging those first few steps. Only time will tell, but I don't think hope is lost for either of us.
...otherwise, we wouldn't be hurting and we wouldn't CARE that we have nothing to care about.
Thank you for your posting.
Your thoughts and philosophical questions keep the mind going and heart pumping.
I'm sorry if I got too personal and wandered with my ranting/venting.
Thank you for tolerating my rambling (but I can always take it down).
