Originally Posted by
Varenne Rodin
I don't know who said women don't suffer existential crisis. It's not the same as a midlife crisis. It's simply the realization that death is eventual, and the confusion and despair over the lack of answers. The feeling of alienation from all of the religion pushers. The bitterness over being lied to by delusional adult-infants. It's baffling and even comical to wake up from this real life matrix and understand that 80% or more of the world population is still brainwashed and hindering science to push their god/heaven/hell agenda.
I'm in an existential crisis for sure. It has had an enormous impact on my life. I can't work typical jobs. I have to be doing creative things all the time, I have to be learning all the time, just to feel like I might have a minute chance of making an impact on the world and being remembered for a few decades after I'm gone. It's the only hope I have of prolonging my existence, because I'm certainly not banking on an afterlife. I want to help life on this planet, life that daft humans seem intent on destroying. This affliction has made me a vegetarian. I cannot be responsible for the death of any creature, nor the torture. I rarely sleep. I sculpt clay until my hands cease to function and I'm nearly starving. I endure emails from vapid relatives pleading with me to fear hell and "get right with god." I commit social suicide by being atheist.
Do some women deal with the strange loneliness of being smarter than everyone around them? Yeah, man. There's no "cure" and I can't say I want one. I want a planet of enlightened people. I want not earth.
Bright side? Since I got all angsty people treat me like the female James Dean. Sick sad world.