PseudointellectualHorse wrote:
Every thoughtful person that has ever lived has had occasion to wonder, what's it all about? Why am I here? Today I'm alive and tomorrow I'll be dead; what does any of it matter? It's our fate and our job as human beings to wrestle with such questions, and seek a philosophical framework which gives us a basis to continue.
Oh, those questions are easy:
What's it all about? It's about whatever you decide it's about.
Why am I here? No particular reason. Life is a messy accident.
Today I'm alive and tomorrow I'll be dead; what does any of it matter? It doesn't matter at all, unless it matters to you.
Only trouble is, I've known those things for years but I still feel sad, dark and empty sometimes. Perhaps a more useful question is "why the sad feelings?" In my case, I've lost a couple of close friends recently, and I've discovered one or two things about myself that I don't like, and somebody online was a bit of an a**hole to me.
I don't think I'll ever know if I'm clinically depressed or not. It seems rather like AS, in that it only seems to count if it's seriously messing with your life, i.e. it's an arbitrary matter. For me, the way out is purely practical. It's always difficult, because it takes time for me to recognise my feelings and what's causing them, and I'm usually not all that sure exactly what I feel, but sometimes I can isolate the cause of the malaise, and then the required solution is normally obvious. For me, I've decided that it's unwise to chase up those lost friends, so mostly it's a matter of waiting for time to heal me a bit, and just remembering that it's understandable that I'll feel bad for a while (there's nothing worse than feeling lousy and not knowing why), and doing a bit more social outreach when I feel ready.