I genuinely am not sure what is worth living for, if anything.
I'm not suicidal rn, not even passively suicidal. If a car were barreling towards me, I'd jump out of the way. If someone attacked me I'd fight hard to live.
But I'm not sure why, beyond simple survival instinct. Pursuing women is meaningless to me. I'm too scared of betrayal for long term relationships and too much of a romantic for flings. I have little interest in excelling academically or athletically. Not that there's anything bad about it, I just feel no particular pleasure from being better than others at these things. In the past I used food as a coping mechanism, but in mh current clearheaded state food gets boring fast and I have little desire to overconsume to try and distract myself.
So... what *do* I live my life for?
Maybe pursue adrenaline rushes? That's one of the few things I haven't really tried
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