I’m doing my thing. I’ve decided that I’m terminally ill… requiring soothing routines (like morphine would be for late stage cancer) - and that’s my life unless a “miracle” happens… these soothing elements have become such a part of my life by now, I may keep them even if something “miraculous” happens
Well that’s one way to force yourself to make life more interesting / more palatable… like when someone decides to say ‘yes’ to everything. I did that a few years back… it got real boring real quick, and the only things I’d have been saying yes to would be sex drugs and rock n roll… I ain’t part of the great de-bauched.
I decided that soothing, meaningful, fun things would be the answer.
Just have been working and chilling. Got a promotion with this job I have and work where I live since I do property management. I haven’t been doing much philosophy really. Usually people always disagree just to disagree.