[MicroBob]

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I think probably depression or some sort of chemical imbalance causes the thought of "my life is pointless" to seem a lot more devastating than when you are normal or balanced.

So its not that (life is pointless) -------> depression
but rather depression ------> life is pointless ------> increased depression

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there's a difference in the 'pointlessness of life' making you depressed and it simply bothering you.

I mean, the pointlessness kind of bugs me, but I'm also mostly comfortable with that. Nothing I can do about it and I'm not going to dwell on it. But if you ask me, "Is life pointless and are you somewhat bothered by that?" then the answers would be yes and yes.


But I'm not depressed. Just the opposite in fact.

I embrace life in spite of, or perhaps because of, its pointlessness. Mostly because its more fun that way.
I'm passionate about a zillion different things that I am constantly aware are pretty pointless in and of themselves.
Some of these things include:
- trying to play the piano
- feebly scoring a goal in rec-soccer
- trying to not be ocmpletely horrible at poker
- making my 26,000th excessively wordy post on 2+2 because it's fun to discuss all sorts of silly stuff
- my GF whom I'm crazy about
- a turkey and ham on wheat foot-long at subway with tons of veggies
- watching my 6 zillionth baseball game either live or on TV or listening on the radio. Pretty much just a traditional American-male way of killing-time.

etc etc etc.
All of these things are pretty much 100% pointless in the grand-scheme of things and most of them are pretty pointless even in the little scheme of things I guess.
I have a constant awareness of their pointlessness.

Somehow it makes it easier for me to celebrate or be passionate about something as monumentally pointless as the awesomeness of a subway footlong.

Pointlessness of life and acknolwedgement thereof do not have to lead at all into depression imo.