“Utility”

I’m lazy. I’m pessimistic. I’m nihilistic. It is what it is. I see no reason in typing this out and that’s a good enough reason for me.

In case you, the non-existent reader, is confused about my last statement, let me explain – See how everyone around you is obsessed with utility, trying to be the most productive member of the society, getting bloody and dirty in a rat race that goes absolutely no where ? If you stop for a minute and really think about it, there is no point to all of this crazed nonsense at all. Why are you trying to be the “most” useful member of the society? Why are you trying to best everyone around you? I’ll tell you why – for absolutely no fucking reason. Everyone has this irrational, in-built craziness of “doing”. Schopenhauer nailed it with his Will to Life theory. But we, being cursed with consciousness, get to think about the prison we are born in – well, at least some of us do.

So when everyone is obsessed with doing “useful” things, what do we, being aware of this predicament, do? Well, we can’t change nature, because that’s an impossibility. What we can do as our personal protest against this utilitarian world, is go against our genetic coding. Do things that make no sense (as a utility) and serve no purpose at all. Creating art, music, fiction are some of the things you can do to give you a personal sense of liberation from the bondage of utility.

PS: I’ll probably write a longer version of the same sometime later, but that’s the gist of it.