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Kept on telling the officer I was going to reach for his gun, and that he needed to shoot me.

To his credit, he did not shoot me.

On the ride over to the hospital, he told me I needed help.

He was a very nice man, as were all the people I enjoyed meeting that night, including the paramedics, nurse, and the psychiatrist I saw.

I think they all did an excellent job in the performance of their jobs.

I told him, along with the paramedic and nurse that watched me, why there wouldn't be any help for me.

I have tried getting help before, and it just does not work.

I was prescribed anti-depressants, had therapy sessions, and did other things such as work out exhaustively in order to make myself feel happier.

And to be honest, some of those things did work. Working out did actually make me much happier.

But being temporarily happy is very different from actually wanting to exist.

I can be happy in brief moments, but I know that I bring so much suffering into this world, that my brief moments of happiness aren't worth it at all.

Sometimes you try your best, but you know that your best simply isn't good enough.

You can't actually make this World Perfect, no matter how hard you try.

So you try and you squeal and squirm and then you Fail.

And then you get detained. They only held me 12 hours, they could have held me for 72.

I feel bad for the cop and the paramedic and the CNA I talked to. I definitely did depress them a little bit.

I just lied to the Psychiatrist. She was in charge of discharging me, and I didn't feel like being there anymore, or being honest with anyone.

Just would've added more misery to the world.

Kept on telling the officer I was going to reach for his gun, and that he needed to shoot me. To his credit, he did not shoot me. On the ride over to the hospital, he told me I needed help. He was a very nice man, as were all the people I enjoyed meeting that night, including the paramedics, nurse, and the psychiatrist I saw. I think they all did an excellent job in the performance of their jobs. I told him, along with the paramedic and nurse that watched me, why there wouldn't be any help for me. I have tried getting help before, and it just does not work. I was prescribed anti-depressants, had therapy sessions, and did other things such as work out exhaustively in order to make myself feel happier. And to be honest, some of those things did work. Working out did actually make me much happier. But being temporarily happy is very different from actually wanting to exist. I can be happy in brief moments, but I know that I bring so much suffering into this world, that my brief moments of happiness aren't worth it at all. Sometimes you try your best, but you know that your best simply isn't good enough. You can't actually make this World Perfect, no matter how hard you try. So you try and you squeal and squirm and then you Fail. And then you get detained. They only held me 12 hours, they could have held me for 72. I feel bad for the cop and the paramedic and the CNA I talked to. I definitely did depress them a little bit. I just lied to the Psychiatrist. She was in charge of discharging me, and I didn't feel like being there anymore, or being honest with anyone. Just would've added more misery to the world.

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You are one of those people incapable of finding meaning in your own life. You need the cushion of society to give you direction and meaning, and our modern society has let down people such as you. You've been told all your life that your life has no meaning, in a thousand different little ways, and you believed it.

The reality is, there is as much meaning now as there was a thousand years ago. Nothing has changed in the human condition, or at least nothing that matters. What has changed is society, which no longer provides meaning to those unable to examine their lives and find it in themselves. The result is a large number of damaged individuals who are not happy with their lives.

You allowed others to tell you that your life has no meaning, and you believed that this was your own idea, something you came up with by thinking about things. It wasn't. It was put into your head pre-formed, and you simply accepted it. If you ever realize this truth, then you can begin to find meaning for yourself. But don't stand around hoping someone else will just hand meaning to you -- it won't happen. It's up to you to realize where it exists in your life, and to pursue it. That's the primary challenge of living.

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Gibs me the meaning of life

[–] • 1 pt

look it up in the dictionary, under 'L'