Dear denizens of psychforums,

It is that time of year again.

And I'm eternally 13, apparently, so I'm off to 8th grade once again.

Jokes.

Actually, I'll be enrolling as a freshman in the next 2 weeks or so. I'm not entirely sure how that's going to affect my net-behavior. Possibly end up no posts at all, more posts than usual, or just a few every other week. If I do happen to disappear for a solid 8 months (isn't that how long school is? I seriously forget these things), it's because of teh schoolz.

I plan to try to take Algebra II, Trig, and Geometry all at once. Or, Trig, Geo, and PreCalculus. It's uncertain as of right now. If I happen to get lucky and get the latter, it's more likely that I'll be bogged down in schoolwork. I honestly don't see it as being too hard, though. However, the school I'm attending is apparently known for 3 hour nights of homework. . . I don't really see that happening, though. Even if it does, it's likely I wouldn't feel much of a change. The habits I practiced last year were akin to slingshotting between sleep and wakefulness, whilst maintaining a 4.0. Perhaps this year I'll have to actually dedicate myself. What a surprise.

Anyway, hope you all have fun! I sure will. New school, new social environment to ###$ with!

If I do disappear, goodluck with the AsPD forum!

Your's Truly,
#Nihil.

I'd like to go ahead and state that I have unrightfully stolen some mannerisms which Eric_Lee portrays. One being the use of arrows to empathize a point. I hope that I will not get sued for Intellectual Property Theft. Thank you.

What I'd like to write about is the absurd. I wrote a lengthy essay for 8th grade explaining my interpretation of the meaning of life and my reaction to the philosophical implications of nihilism. My reaction was, basically, a LOLWUT of sorts. That is to say, I thought all solutions to the question was erroneous. Stupid, if you will.

As it's blatantly obvious, I promote nihilism. In fact, I do so almost dogmatically. But, one must realize the immense research that I engaged in out of boredom and simultaneous enthusiasm. It is very easy to argue for or against the purpose of life and whether or not there is a meaning to life. The debate (and the conclusions) depend entirely on semantics; an ironic state of affairs, that meaning of something so important would come down to something so seemingly trivial, no? If one defines meaning to be an objective reason to exist, a specific personal reason (purpose), then nihilism logically follows. However, if one defines meaning to be a subjective ideal which one may construe for themselves, then. . . Unless you're mentally handicapped, existentialism follows. (You know, because that's essentially the very ideal behind existentialism).

The reason that I wish to view the "meaning of life" as an objective purpose is that it is completely inane to not do so. It is blaringly obvious that one may create a meaning for their life but I find that this is masturbatory. It is masturbatory solely because it is just a psychological gratification mechanism. Indeed, the creation of a "meaning of life" using your psyche, to me, is nothing more than masturbating mentally; pleasuring yourself with notions you are fully aware are nothing more than . . . Exactly what they are.

Albert Camus brings up an annoyingly obvious reality to this entire discussion. Absurd. The absurd. . . sucks. More or less. Loosely speaking, the absurd is the kick-you-in-the-face question, "What the ###$ do I do if there's no meaning?!" I prefer to not mentally masturbate to poetic conceptualizations of it and simply state it as it is. It is simply a distressing question that worries one's psyche.

And this brings me back to my essay. In my essay, I ended on this conclusion: The question why does not have an answer. While it is certainly obvious that there is no true meaning to life (as defined by non-existential standards), the actual question of "Why do I continue to exist?" has no formal solution. It is an equation which is either beyond our comprehension or simply unanswerable.

Potentially painstakingly perused
Listlessly lamented losses
Grandeur gratification gone grandiloquent
Transcendental transforms triggering
Evolutionary epitomes erasing
Devastatingly destructive denigration
Stressfully strained successful structure

Society is now a hilarious misconfiguration
A completely misunderstood malcontentsion
It fails to see the basic fundamentals
Which harbor all of logic instrumentals
The creation of what we call common sense
Has left us in the lens
Waiting
As a photographer fails to capture the beauty
Of what we call a miscommunication
Indeed
If one were to take a picture of this world
The Death of Irony would be a fitting title.