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The initial and fundamental point of absurdity is that no living being chose to be born. No one asked to come into this life, nor did they choose their parents, siblings, children, and circumstances. And we create myths and fantasies to be able to believe that all this makes sense. Most die asleep, and only a few die with their eyes open.

Satoru.

It's one of those days when I wake up wondering "what for?" with every single thing I do in my daily routine.
The eternal need to find meaning, or at least an excuse to keep living and doing what I do every damn day.
When I was born, I was stillborn. The doctors fought for endless minutes and when almost everything was lost, I breathed. And breathing has been one of the hardest things in my life. If I could go back, as if on an astral journey, to that day, I would ask those doctors not to insist, that what they are trying does not make sense. Obviously I know that it is not possible.
And there arises the other eternal question that resonates from within me as a child... "Why?"...

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GumroadShort Untitled Collection of Absurd Stories - eBookStrap down and prepare for a wild ride through (MEP)’s twisted and unpredictable world.In this collection of short stories, readers will be transported to a dark and chaotic reality where anything is possible.Meet a cast of characters that will both shock and delight you, from violent children to ambitious career builders, police officers to freaks. But be warned, no one is safe from the dangers and absurdities of this world.With each turn of the page, you'll find yourself drawn deeper into these twisted tales, wondering what shocking revelation or bizarre encounter awaits you next.Don't wait any longer, join the growing revolution of readers who dare to challenge the norm and grab your copy of Short Untitled Collection of Absurd Stories now!Excerpt:The Night Mrs. Reyes ScreamedThe screaming started last night. A woman’s scream. From sunset to sunrise. The people in the apartment building had no idea where it was coming from. Some thought a woman was being attacked outside their window. Some believed it was coming from the building. It was coming from the building. The screaming came from apartment 13C. Mrs. Reyes lived in it. She was old and single. She had no cats.A few of the neighbors knocked on her door. Mrs. Reyes could be dying. Someone could be attacking Mrs. Reyes. Mrs. Reyes only screamed. The neighbors called the police.Four hours later, two officers went to apartment 13C and knocked on the door.“Mrs. Reyes?” an officer asked. “Are you okay?”“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”The officers shrugged. Mrs. Reyes was alive so she must be fine. They left the building.The next night, all the neighbors in the building awaited bedtime. They all had rotten days at their jobs. Some fell asleep at their desks or on the company toilet. They planned to go to bed early and skip their post-reality television program.The sun went down at 7:34 PM.Mrs. Reyes screamed.All night.“We have to do something,” Mr. Smith said.“I can’t take another night of this,” said Mr. Jones.“She’s doing it on purpose,” said Mrs. Thompson.“What do you mean?” Mr. Jones asked.“You know how those people are,” said Mrs. Thompson. “They are always so loud. It’s their culture.”“What if she’s sick?” Mr. Smith asked.“If she’s sick, she should be in the hospital,” said Mr. Jones.The neighbors gathered around the door of apartment 13C. They pounded on it and demanded that Mrs. Reyes stop screaming.“We have work in the morning!”“I have bags under my eyes!”“My head is going to explode!”Mrs. Reyes continued to scream.“Should we call the cops again?”“They won’t do anything. We’re on our own.”The men broke down the door. The neighbors entered the apartment. Mrs. Reyes sat on her couch. She wore a bathrobe over her nightgown. Her hands were on her lap. Her eyes stared at the television turned off. She screamed.The neighbors covered their ears. The screaming was the loudest they ever heard. They shouted for Mrs. Reyes to stop. Mr. Jones grabbed her shoulders and shook her, almost breaking Mrs. Reyes’s neck. Mrs. Reyes screamed. Mr. Jones punched her in the face. Mrs. Reyes screamed. Mrs. Thompson stomped her stomach. Mrs. Reyes screamed. All the neighbors grabbed something from the apartment - a chair, a table leg, a hammer - and beat Mrs. Reyes.When they were done, Mrs. Reyes’s head was a pulpy, bloody mess with no teeth. Mrs. Reyes screamed. Maybe stronger. The neighbors were exhausted. They went back to their apartments. Some of them were so exerted from the beat down that they fell asleep.They all had rotten days the next morning, often crying.The next month, Mrs. Reyes continued to scream from sunset to sunrise. No one went to her apartment or called the police. Neighbors tried to soundproof their bedrooms or weep themselves to sleep.Unable to function during the days, the neighbors lost their jobs and remained at home. It seemed like a good idea. They could sleep all day and collect unemployment. But they couldn’t fall asleep. The neighbors were so frustrated that they screamed from sunrise to sunset. At sunset, Mrs. Reyes screamed until sunrise. The building screamed twenty-four hours a day for a month.The screaming building disturbed the neighborhood. Police raided it. They beat down all the screaming residents during the day. The neighbors screamed. The cops went home exhausted and unsatisfied.Neighborhood politicians passed laws to stop the screaming and fined the landlord. The screaming didn’t stop. Residents of neighboring apartment buildings and houses screamed. No one was able to work or sleep. The residents of the city screamed day and night.The state soon fell into a recession. Unemployment went up. The governor felt there was only one thing left to do. By then I moved out of state and never found out what happened.

update: now a thread! 🧵 1/?

philosophers are like a buffet - take what's useful, leave what's not

Marx, so much to say here:
- he saw the chains clearly but didn't realize how many would learn to love their shackles
- understood class consciousness but couldn't predict how effectively spectacle would fragment it
- mapped capital's structure perfectly but missed how it would mutate to survive

Camus gets it - life's absurd, might as well embrace it and find joy in the revolt

Zizek's fun but needs *sniff* to get to the fucking point *sniff* faster *sniff*

Nietzsche understood the death of god but his übermensch concept got hijacked by fascist dipshits who couldn't read. and don't even get me started on either: the gross misreading of what he actually believed about nihilism and the antisemitic shit added after death

Stirner needed to learn to shitpost - imagine writing a whole book about rejecting social constructs and then getting mad when people don't take your social construct (egoism) seriously enough

LaVey got the hedonism right but was too caught up in Randian bullshit to see the bigger picture

Spinoza knew what was up with determinism but needed to loosen his collar a bit

Bataille understood the connection between sex, death, and the sacred - my kind of freak

Deleuze got that desire is revolutionary but wrote like he was being paid by the syllable

Rawls is too optimistic about human nature but his veil of ignorance is a useful thought experiment

Foucault nailed power dynamics but missed some practical applications

Sartre had good ideas but was kind of a dick about them

Butler understood gender as performance but academia made it too complex for the masses who needed to hear it

but honestly? give me Diogenes any day - that's praxis you can use... nothing says 'fuck your system' like jerking off in public and living in a barrel

or maybe i'm just a silly chaos witch who likes to fuck with people's expectations. could be both. probably is both.

"The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think."

Horace Walpole's quote is the perfect Rorschach test for existence. It splits humanity into camps: those who drown in the weight of everything, & those who float on a raft made of irony. But dig deeper, & you'll see the real kicker: both paths lead straight into #absurdism

Cuz in the end, no matter how you slice it, life is one big joke & the absurdist is the only one laughing loud enough to enjoy it.

𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄: "𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗗𝗼𝗴" 𝗯𝘆 𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗕𝘂𝗹𝗴𝗮𝗸𝗼𝘃 -

While not as fully realized as some of his other works, this novella still packs some creative and absurd punches at the early Soviet Union (and the rest of us) by offering a dog the physical attributes of humans and then poses the political question of who we are.

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#nihilism seems to scare people. I guess because when nothing has meaning it seems sad. I think it is just a fact, we are nothing compared to the universe. In a couple years no one will remember us. To me it's more comforting than sad. And anyway life is what you make it, so whatever gives you the will to live is your purpose. I guess if nothing matters in the grand scheme of things, why not just do what makes you happy? This is called optimistic nihilism or #absurdism

Guest article by Max Rosenbaum: “#Absurdism or how the philosophy of the #absurd can simplify our #life

So here's an essay by Max on absurdism or the philosophy of the absurd. I had already dealt with the “Dialectic of Enlightenment” or the “Information Society 2.0 - We inform ourselves to death”, but I had not yet come across the absurd as a form of encountering the world.

More at: philosophies.de/index.php/2024

This may be too absurdist, but bear with me.

Imagine the interior of a 90's-era video rental store. If you haven't seen one, google "Blockbuster" and look at the images.

Next to one of the racks of VHS tapes stand two cows, one of whom is holding a tape while the other pours sherry on it. There are several empty bottles lying around on the floor, implying that they have done this several times.

Then, as you look closer, you notice on the side of the tape, in large block letters, the text:

BE KINE — REWINE!

*ducks and hides*

When laughing and crying are equally appropriate responses, you might be experiencing #absurdism.

Are you into that? Check out this story by comedian Joz Norris about how he came to write and perform a hit absurdist #comedy show, and how it healed him.

Absurdist comedy is uniquely brilliant at conveying human pain | psyche.co/ideas/absurdist-come

PsycheAbsurdist comedy is uniquely brilliant at conveying human pain | Psyche IdeasOn stage as Mr Fruit Salad, I’ve seen how the bizarre and ridiculous can convey deep meaning in a way that resonates