Anyone else bothered by how they just accept everything as normal?

[CoolGuy9]

A couple of years ago I thought to myself that while people are good at something, I may not be good at anything. I googled and found something about how you should just accept it and move on. This shocked me. How could I not be good at anything? Surely I must have some talent. I refused to accept this. Now I just see myself as worthless and it doesn't even bother me. Infact it's hard to even imagine that I could be good at something or be proud of something, because that Idea is so alien to me.

 

[Roberto]

That thing is one of the things I want to ctb. I would like to be special somehow. I'm just 1 in 8000 millions of people. Fades for me any illusion.
I've always wanted to be a scientific. Always loved physics, chemistry, maths ... but I didn't follow my dreams. And left university. And I lost my thirstiness of knowledge. I don't have memory. And learning is too much difficult for me. Even more now that I'm grown up, with 43 years old. So ... I can't even find a job. Too many people for too few jobs.
I can't accept my normality or inferiority. It's something I've been struglyng with, all my life.

 

[Glim]

You seem to be more self-aware, more reflective, and more at peace with yourself than the average person - less anguished by desire. Being zenlike is a skill. If your profile picture is anything to go by, you may have more philosophical knowledge than average.


My coping mechanism as a lazy slacker is telling myself that no matter how good I'll get at something, I'll always be plagued by the desire to get better in that area and in something else. It's also why I can't really answer the question of "what is your dream life" because I know I would always get bored and want something else. I cheat and say "living in an advanced virtual simulator that would allow me to experience anything to my heart's content, and periodically mind wiping myself so I wouldn't get bored after experiencing so much". The other idea is just wishing for eternal peace in the void. It's a constant clash of desires.

I don't know much about Diogenes, but I've wondered what if he were born in this age, and I have this amusing picture of him living as a homeless person, leeching off Mcdonald's wifi on a stolen netbook with pirated Windows OS to shitpost on the internet. Or maybe as a van dweller, or a truck driver that makes their truck their home.