#existential crisis
Me: it’s October!! Spooky Month™!!
Brain: time doesn’t exist. October is simply a construct of society. This isn’t real.
Me:
I wouldn’t say that you’re ‘perfect, just the way you are,’ or ‘everyone is flawed,’ but flaws are the reasonyouexist. Look at it this way, its the flaws, or your quirks, which makes you one of a kind and gives you your identity as a person. If no one was flawed, instead perfect, than how boring would the world be, without an identity or personality. Its these flaws which makes me me and you you. So love yourself for that.
Existencial crisis at it best.
Peep Show
But seriously though what is going to happen when there are no spaces left in the world for someone’s grave
yeah and what about it
the fact I’m literally stuck in the bouts of insomnia scrolling through tumblr after an onset of anxiety caused by the realisation that I simultaneously feel out of touch with the majority of my friendship group but am too scared to initiate conversation- fuckkkkk
Those negative feelings that arise when you think too much about various aspects of your life, and come to think that you did not achieve even half of the things you promised to yourself
Volunteers,
It is my sad duty to inform you that you have just stumbled upon my newly created, miserable little blog where I plan to write and record my various existential and philosophical ramblings about the A Series of Unfortunate Events book and Netflix series as well as the rest of the VFD/Lemony Snicket universe.
My name is Freddy and I have had the miserable task of being a fan of ASOUE for more than ten years now ever since I read the series first at the tender, naive age of seven. With the creation of the Netflix series, and what seems to be a revamp of the ASOUE fandom, I have taken it upon myself to force my words and ramblings upon you in blog form.
I’m currently a college student studying both English Literature and Philosophy (or as I prefer to truncate it: Poverty) so depending on how many people are willing to tolerate what I have to say, I may also include some genuine philosophical analysis here as well.
I advise you to leave, look away, or otherwise ignore this sad, lonely collection of drabble by a sad, lonely man, but if you choose to say, don’t say you were not warned.
the fact that we’re on this earth for a limited time, and in that limited amount of time we can only experience a limited amount of things… we can only read so many books or watch so many movies or listen to so much music. And we will never know what we’re missing out on. And then we’ll be gone. and maybe we do have multiple lives, maybe we do get reincarnated, but we don’t remember our past lives. I can’t tell u what my past lives experienced. I’ll only be able to fall in love in so many ways. I can’t dress in every way i want. i don’t look exactly how i want. I know people i wish i were closer to and there are people i long to meet. This life is so short and i can’t even start to work my way through the bucketlist of life because of these things tying me down. The idea that there will come something so amazing and i’ll never be able to experience it fills me with so much anguish and loss and i genuinely don’t know how to fill that void. so for now i listen to every type of music, i watch shows and movies my friends recommend. I read and I read and I read. And there’s always more. But i guess what is life if not a constant yearning for meaning?
I have been having a bit of an artist’s existential crisis recently. Since we all went into our quarantine-esque state in March, I started working on more realistic looking portraits. I was looking back at the portraits I have created and had the dreaded thought, “oh my….these are riddled with flaws!”. All I could see when looking at these pieces that I was so proud of only a few months ago were flaws and mistakes. I then spent time pondering whether I should be glad I can see the flaws in my earlier pieces and see how much I’ve grown and enjoy my more recent portraits OR should I be embarrassed by what I should have clearly seen as mistakes. This is not the first time I have thought this about my art. I have spent the majority of my almost 27 years of life pursuing art. Sometimes I think I am not at the skill level I would like to be. It’s times like this where I need to remind myself to be proud of my work and my growth and how much I enjoy the process of creating my pieces.
don’t let go : miles carter
don’t let go : miles carter
don’t let go : miles carter
You got to give it to drama queens. They experience their emotions to the fullest, regardless of the annoying stir they cause or the fact that they are so unbearable to most of us. They are passionate about their ‘suffering’. They translate stimuli around them in the most demonstrative way. Now think of the extreme opposite. Not feeling anything. Not just momentarily, but as a persistent state of…
Life’s wack
Most people, on waking up, accelerate through a quick panicky pre-consciousness check-up: who am I, where am I, who is he/she, good god, why am I cuddling a policeman’s helmet, what happened last night?
And this is because people are riddled by Doubt. It is the engine that drives them through their lives. It is the elastic band in the little model airplane of their soul, and they spend their time winding it up until it knots. Early morning is the worst time–there’s that little moment of panic in case You have drifted away in the night and something else has moved in. This never happened to Granny Weatherwax. She went straight from fast asleep to instant operation on all six cylinders. She never needed to find herself because she always knew who was doing the looking.
Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
“What is belonging?” we ask. She says, “Where loneliness ends.”
Rivers Solomon, The deep.