So did you catch anything? I know that I would, if I thought that the end of the world were happening.
Yes. That one also had the tendency to Make Random Acronyms About His Philosophy (MRAAHP).
I knew I wasn’t imagining it, but a search reveals nothing.
That said theres alot going for his putting his head under a pile driver,it would make a good news item.
I’ll bet your a bit of a lady killer on the quiet X,one date and you depress them so much they kill themselves.
But I really must take issue with your fundamental concept ,you’re depressed so everyone else must die .
Now I dont give a flying fuck about everyone else dying and that includes fluffy puppies ,but my death would be an global tragedy,particulary for me .
So my riposte is …please rearrange the following words to make a well known phrase or saying.
Yourself Fuck Go
Very well said, I agree. The bolded part contains some wise advice that the OP would do well to seriously consider.
XK, rather than mock your pain let me try to help you out. I think your expectations are being tainted by your previous experiences. Christianity assigns a need for ‘meaning’ of human life. You’ve now realized that their version of “meaning” can’t or won’t come true. Instead, you now know that when you die it’s just over. You say, "I became an atheist over a year ago and now I know that our species is a tragic joke headed nowhere." I believe you are judging your new ‘lack of meaning’ life against your old ‘life must have meaning’ life. By suggesting you want to live in a “conscious loving universe” you are still buying into the same ol’ religious dogma. There is no “good” to be rewarded by the universe. There is no “bad” to be punished by the “conscious loving universe”. This kind of thinking is what started religion in the first place. Revel in your freedom from Ten Commandments.
I think what’s really going on here is you wish God were real and He’s not and your throwing a tantrum about it.
Step back from the maze a bit and it will all become a little more clear.
Be sure your problem’s not a youthful phase. It’s a feeling sorry for yourself phase. And a big reason why you don’t like your species. It’s chock full of people just like you. Me, me, me. Your mommy’s not here so try to take responsibility for yourself.
Every day millions of good people suffer horribly. And every day bratty, privileged teenagers mouth off about how unfair life is and how stupid everyone else is. Trouble is, it’s tough to have any perspective when your sole responsibility is mowing a third of an acre of grass. On a riding mower.
I got nothing, just wanted to say I’m going to print out WhyNot’s post. It won’t be the first time, either.
Come! Sip the Koolaid of understanding!
Ah yes, August is upon us. That time of year when the youth prepare to go back to school and face another year of the uncertain. Will my penis get any larger? Will I be considered cool this year, or will it be the same as last year where I made Napolean Dynamite look like Remington fucking Steele?
Will we get new locker assignments, or will I once again have to share a locker with Raji, the Indian Exchange Student, who gets towel-snapped with his own turban every sixteen seconds?
Will I get laid this year, or will I be yet again forced to bitterly masturbate quietly, yet frequently in the bedroom I share with my younger brother until he asks if that’s the washing machine shaking the trailer again and I am eventually, and yet again, diagnosed with tennis elbow, to the confusion of mom, who knows I don’t even own a racket?
Will Lou, my truck driving step father get over his boundary issues and stop making me take baths with him, wagging his rashy, lot lizzard scorched meat whistle at me and talking in a low pitched voice like its King Friday XIII?
Kid, when you get older and finally do get laid, you’ll stop writing crap like this, and perhaps begin the long task of climbing down off your cross, using the wood to build a bridge and get the fuck over it. But until then, just go back to working your crank like it was a gearshift on a VW bus stuck in a mud puddle like I did, and you’ll be fine.
The Universe doesn’t care one way or another about you.
Or me.
Or anyone else who’s ever lived.
Or anyone that ever will.
It never did.
It never will.
Deal with it.
Or not.
Your fragile little ego, and your snivelling demands that the Universe conform to your wishes, is pathetic.
Fuck you.
No, on second thought: Fuck you with a splintery broomstic.
If millions suffer every day, why don’t you attempt to do something to alleviate their suffering, instead of shifting the blame to the nameless, faceless Universe and posting your existential angst on a message board?
Which species do you belong to?
If I may suggest, mocking his pain and helping him out are equally useless since he’s decided nothing anyone else says matters. Mockery at least has the benefit of entertaining spectators.
It’s not entertaining to me, it’s elitist.
One day and after much personal improvement, you’ll see that the two concepts are equal.
Or perhaps you never will. Some people just can’t.
Hmmm. The real xkcd would be dismayed, I think, at seeing someone using his name spouting this nihilist drivel.
Sorry, folks.
I remember that guy! He called his thing ‘discontinuation’ or ‘discontinuity’ or something like that. He talked about throwing dolls into fireplaces. Funny dude. Said the word ‘fuck’ a lot.
A wee edit: His name was tmaareif. He had two sock puppets, or so a pitting says - his actual post is gone now - and he has only one post remaining here, in a GQ thread on why there is sleep.
Okay, I missed the edit window, but I have a gift for everyone in the same vein as the above:
http://scratchpad.wikia.com/wiki/Discontinuation
Tadaa! He’s still poking around somewhere!