During an interview, when asked if he could live with the restrictions of being a professional writer, Thomas Ligotti responded, “I realized a long time ago that I could never be a professional writer for the simple reason that I am not interested in the same things that people who buy the majority of books in this world are interested in. Like Lovecraft, I’m not interested in people and their relationships. That alone counts me out as a professional writer. I also have a bad attitude toward the world. I think that life is a curse and so on.”

When young, Ligotti wanted to be a rock star.

“We have been raised by television to believe that someday we’ll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won’t. And we’re just learning this fact,” Tyler said. “So don’t fuck with us.” (Fight Club)

Disillusionment can be a very desirable and empowering state of mind: Ligotti says, “At this time I’ve run out of other people that I want to be. My ideal persona these days is that of an inmate in a minimum security prison. That really seems like the good life to me.”

As long as you have funds available and are able to order books through Barnes and Noble. Books from may not be permitted in certain counties (in NJ, USA) … Arrrrrr …

Keeping things in perspective: The phonies want to portray some kind of image that their life is just “wonderful” –

kids, grandkids, mama, papa
their favorite team won the game!
They have a son in the army
he’s six foot two.
Gosh, golly, jee
Fuckin’ Woopdie Doo!

Life, by it’s very nature, is not pleasant. There is no cure or solution to the problem of existence. Each creature is its own problem and potentially a problem for other creatures. There is certainly no need to envy anyone or anything. Rich or poor or famous, your truth is all the same: flesh and bones and nerve endings – insatiable appetite, blind will to live.

The Spirit That Flows Through All Things, that One Being that is All … is not pleasant, and, in extreme circumstances, is downright evil. It’s understandable to be inclined to hide under rocks, up trees, in caves … No amount of pills or therapy can eliminate the fundamental anxiety that pulsates in our veins and sinews. It is what it is. Once I grasp the unalterable, irreversible consequences of being born, when I wrap my mind around the reality that every sentient being is born into, I cope more easily. Isn’t this ironic? Or is it a paradox?

Is it possible to exist as a knower as opposed to living as a sufferer? Can a knowing being detach from and transcend existential experience simply by not taking existence personal? We don’t have to deal with “life” but just with our “years of existence.” Consciousness observing animal being in the world and how it responds to its situation, its predicament … knowing the whole time that this animal being, this bundle of nerves, phlegm, excrement, blood and bones will decay and disintegrate into dust … a transcendental perspective.

I propose that “emotional maturity” implies a presence of mind with empathy and respect for the interiority of every creature, including other human beings who, of course, like every other living animal, can and will be assholes at times, since the nature of life is so very unpleasant, as mentioned above. Other beings have an interior universe, a subjective multiverse that is incommunicable. Ever wonder what goes through the mind of other creatures?

How to get through a life not worth living? Let’s see … Take naps regularly, as every jailbird knows. Keep a journal where you make observations about what “the creature” actually goes through, what it really thinks and feels where there is no posturing, no censuring, where it is free to complain or free to not be interested in the big bad “real world.” If someone should shoot you in the head while you are sitting there not interested, oh well, you won’t miss being alive anyway, unless there is some kind of unconscious consciousness. Who knows?

Most likely, the majority of individuals in the population experience themselves as a minority. Irony or contradiction? The majority is nothing but a collectivity of minorities. The group is an abstraction that doesn’t really exist in the flesh. Following this line of thought, I considered that, most likely, every single individuated being is, in fact, the center of the universe. What kind of mathematics is that? What kind of geometry would place the individual as the center of the universe? Well, it would be a geometry that acknowledges that the entire cosmos is dependent upon the sentient creature in order to be a world at all.

The creation depends on the creature for its existence.

Why do I find genuinely grumpy people so hilarious? The comic attitude is a hostile attitude.

The all-too-clear paradox in embracing the gloomy philosophy that life is not worth living is that, once I grasp that all are in a similar predicament, that no one is to be envied, the absurdity of existence is easier to endure.


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