Originally Posted by Tannhauser
Maybe you need some sort of new stimulus, a change of environment. I suggest saying "fuck you" to your parents and move to a new country/state.
Two-edged sword. If one abandons the social support network one has got, whether that's friends or family, wings it in a new place, and isn't particularly great at making friends or influencing people, the endgame is loneliness. Which leads to depression and in the limit, suicide.
I think it is better to try to identify what's bugging you, before embarking on some plan for how a new life circumstance is going to change it. There is the "grass is greener" problem. What change in life conditions actually matters? When one develops an expectation that some new plan is going to do something positive for oneself, and it doesn't work out that way, how does one cope with the shattered expectations? I'm saying it's important to calibrate expectations and have them be based on some model of reality.
It's possible to be trapped in a geographic socioeconomic circumstance. It's valid to recognize it and leave it. It's also possible that isn't the problem at all, and one just takes one's personal problems with oneself, wherever one goes.
I live out of a car with my dog. I'm a nomad, so I know this more than most. Change of scenery distracts for a bit. Getting down the road is a task that keeps one preoccupied and engaged, while you're moving. But does it change one's core social relationships? Nope. When one isn't an extrovert, it distances oneself from people. I need tons and tons of tmie to form bonds with people. I am not likely to just show up somewhere and "make friends". I know that if I personally keep "on the go", I'm going to end up lonely and miserable. I'm glad I've got the dog! He keeps me in a lower bound of sanity, at least we've always got each other.
My social networks (friends and family), and my life goals, are the 2 things that keep me from succumbing to Nihilsm and suicide.
Formulating life goals is difficult. Nevertehless I have them, and I'm not planning to lose them. Sometimes, one gets lost anyways. When you are lost, you don't know you are lost. Eventually you notice that you're lost, it becomes a conscious thing for you. At that point, you need to focus your efforts at getting found. Getting back on track again. DO NOT beat yourself up that you got lost. It happens, it is an inevitable part of life. Lots of shit and "incoming" happens in life that will distract you, from whatever you thought your task or mission was supposed to be. Just recognize that you've been floundering, then try to pull yourself out of it and move forwards again.
Life will inevitably be 2 steps forward, 1 step back, for anyone with a brain big enough to actually contemplate it.
Life is like a giant fractal mitochondrial maze. Huge surface area. You get to explore a tiny part of it. Then you die. This is depressing. But at least the human brain is capable of storing, mirroring, and analyzing a tremendous amount of this life complexity around us. The ability of the brain to do so much, is what gives me hope for the human condition. For the sentient condition.
I am atheist. I do not believe in any gods or afterlife. When you die, that's it. You're done. Sometimes that terrifies me. One coping mechanism is to not dwell on it much. Another is the small consolation that some forms of death, you might not see coming overly much. So you may not actually end up spending a lot of time mentally suffering and dwelling upon them. Like if someone just randomly shoots me, that's not the worst death someone could have, as it'll be random out of the blue and over quickly. You won't have a lot of time to contemplate all the experiences you'll be missing. You'll just be toast, it'll be over with.
The worst kind of death would probably be long, protracted, and painful, with lots of time to think about how miserable you are. Fortunately my life doesn't look anything like that right now. So I can enjoy
the fact that my life doesn't suck hard like that. I'm not in a war zone. I'm not getting bombed. I've got food on the table. I'm not being tortured for speaking my mind. I don't have to fear a death squad bagging me in the middle of the night and making me dig my own grave.
While I am alive, I have the power to Choose. This is the core of Existentialism. I have the power to choose, and I am responsible for my choices. To some extent my choices affect those around me, and as I choose for myself, I am often choosing for others. If it is good enough for me, it is good enough for you.
Sometimes I try to measure my life based on what effect I'm having on society. How much influence my life choices will have after I'm dead. Other times I don't think this is so important, or at least, is a bit of a fantasy. I have no control over what actually happens after I am dead. I can only try to make a model, perform some action, and then hope it helps.