Growing up I had a narrative of being a a scrappy protagonist in a fantasy YA novel, with a duel theoretical backing of “god exists and is nice” and “I read that people who think too much on the meaning of life go crazy, so I’ll just not do that”.
I’ve had one huge meltdown that was a culmination of previous structures of meaning collapsing in my life (my uncanny valley of rationality). The strong fallout lasted 3 months, strong background unpleasantness lasted for 2 years, and various lingering small threads are still being dealt with today (3.5 years later).
Once a week(ish) I have a some small to medium sense of listlessness.
Every other month or so I get a one-three day funk of feeling like the things I’m doing aren’t interesting/don’t matter any more.
I do feel a need for meaning and endorse that need for it. I often feel my life is most meaningful when I can work on a project the provides a decent amount of flow + clear indicators of progress, and when I get to spend lots of time with people I like.
Growing up I had a narrative of being a a scrappy protagonist in a fantasy YA novel, with a duel theoretical backing of “god exists and is nice” and “I read that people who think too much on the meaning of life go crazy, so I’ll just not do that”.
I’ve had one huge meltdown that was a culmination of previous structures of meaning collapsing in my life (my uncanny valley of rationality). The strong fallout lasted 3 months, strong background unpleasantness lasted for 2 years, and various lingering small threads are still being dealt with today (3.5 years later).
Once a week(ish) I have a some small to medium sense of listlessness.
Every other month or so I get a one-three day funk of feeling like the things I’m doing aren’t interesting/don’t matter any more.
I do feel a need for meaning and endorse that need for it. I often feel my life is most meaningful when I can work on a project the provides a decent amount of flow + clear indicators of progress, and when I get to spend lots of time with people I like.