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from an 2018 wizchan pdf
"Hell is other people"
At a certain point on being Alone Forever (that is, the thing you became, not how you feel like in this moment) you probably no longer expect other people to do anything for you, to provide to someone, make anyone proud or certain things like that. Even then you don't really feel like a failure.
The only real failure is to NOT recognize that you have imported all your concepts of success and failure from other people, a parallel world that even by you hearing and looking at, it has nothing to do with you. You are yourself, remember that.
When you’re Alone Forever, you spend a lot of time listening to other people talk about how they live their lives and spend their time. Other people's lives are populated by other people, and by all the events and warmth thereof. Marriage, children, parties, holidays, meals at restaurants, strolling around shopping malls together – to us it’s effectively another world, another reality. Even if we’ve progressed past the point where we want to have people in our daily lives, people are so obsessed with people that we cannot help but be infected by their incessant chatter. Even when we’re alone and there are no other people around, we still have to contend with our own conditioned expectations of what constitutes ‘real life’, and with how very far away we are from it. There is no escape. Every character in books, on TV, and in movies has the same kind of life, more or less. Wife, husband, friends, job, meaningful activities. There is never any escape from the stark evidence of how other people live their lives, and how we don’t live anything like them.
The solitary individual matters very little to the socialized majority. This NEEDS to be known and understood. You cannot be crying about not belonging to THAT thing, the groupie thing. You have made a point about it before,and always felt off or ill about it. You just don't belong to it, you can see it clear as day now.
There might had a moment where you wouldn't become an Alone Forever, maybe having friends, a girlfriend, going out, all that normie stuff. These days, you finally see: that ship has long sailed, you can only look in the horizon of what could have been. You are alone now, in your room with your thoughts, and gotta face it.
On this point suicide is a complicated thing, you can always do it, I mean who would even care about it or mourn for you? But still, there is a hope in the end, that this life just might be enough pleasantly to live through, between the nothingness, and being delighted in your favorite activity: whether a big project or some piece of entertainment, the latter is nicer.
So just keep on pushing it, until you forget all the idealism of 'what could have been', and become happy of what already became of you, living day per day until in the end, ideally at a time and in a manner of your own choosing, there the great release of death waits for you...
"Hell is other people"
At a certain point on being Alone Forever (that is, the thing you became, not how you feel like in this moment) you probably no longer expect other people to do anything for you, to provide to someone, make anyone proud or certain things like that. Even then you don't really feel like a failure.
The only real failure is to NOT recognize that you have imported all your concepts of success and failure from other people, a parallel world that even by you hearing and looking at, it has nothing to do with you. You are yourself, remember that.
When you’re Alone Forever, you spend a lot of time listening to other people talk about how they live their lives and spend their time. Other people's lives are populated by other people, and by all the events and warmth thereof. Marriage, children, parties, holidays, meals at restaurants, strolling around shopping malls together – to us it’s effectively another world, another reality. Even if we’ve progressed past the point where we want to have people in our daily lives, people are so obsessed with people that we cannot help but be infected by their incessant chatter. Even when we’re alone and there are no other people around, we still have to contend with our own conditioned expectations of what constitutes ‘real life’, and with how very far away we are from it. There is no escape. Every character in books, on TV, and in movies has the same kind of life, more or less. Wife, husband, friends, job, meaningful activities. There is never any escape from the stark evidence of how other people live their lives, and how we don’t live anything like them.
The solitary individual matters very little to the socialized majority. This NEEDS to be known and understood. You cannot be crying about not belonging to THAT thing, the groupie thing. You have made a point about it before,and always felt off or ill about it. You just don't belong to it, you can see it clear as day now.
There might had a moment where you wouldn't become an Alone Forever, maybe having friends, a girlfriend, going out, all that normie stuff. These days, you finally see: that ship has long sailed, you can only look in the horizon of what could have been. You are alone now, in your room with your thoughts, and gotta face it.
On this point suicide is a complicated thing, you can always do it, I mean who would even care about it or mourn for you? But still, there is a hope in the end, that this life just might be enough pleasantly to live through, between the nothingness, and being delighted in your favorite activity: whether a big project or some piece of entertainment, the latter is nicer.