the euphoria of pessimism

Pessimism is misanthropy as an end, not a means – misanthropy without origin.

Sometimes I’m asked if I’m a pessimist. I need to find a clever answer to this question. Or make up a good joke. But the truth is that I am a pessimist… except when writing about pessimism. I’ve managed to make pessimism a form of therapy.

The more I talk to people, the less I see the point in conversation. I’ve often been in the midst of a conversation and have suddenly, unwillingly, been extracted mysteriously from it, as if I were observing the whole thing with a strange sense of detached melancholy, like an out-of-body experience.

in writing, I feel a strange euphoria… there are so many ways to say nothing.

There is a special kind of Purgatory that involves waiting for something not to happen.

Self-Help. The moment you think you’re a pessimist is the moment you cease to be one.

Knowledge exists in inverse proportion to meaning. ~

pessimism also has its own ontological argument: existence is that beyond which nothing worse can be conceived.

Morbidity. I used to be afraid of exercising. That was before I was dealing with these health problems. Now I’m afraid of not exercising. The fear is the same.