Sadness

[luka]

Like any other self respecting adolescent I loved nothing more than wallowing in voluptuous melancholy. Nothing feels better. But at some point in my early 20s I decided that it was Unmanly and unbecoming, tawdry and self indulgent, and that I had to put a stop to it and ever since that door has been bolted. I can't find my way back to that emotion.

I think that melancholy is bound up with the feeling of impotence. Of feeling that you are unable to act, to affect things, to alter reality. And I think that ever since I made myself real to myself and to the external world, I lost that delicious bittersweet sanctuary. Which I regret to some extent. So I wonder if it is possible to get back by immersing myself in melancholy music?

What suggestions have you got for a training regime?

 

[woops]

you don't need music, just fall in love and the rest will follow

 

[woops]

as many times and impossibly as possible

 

[luka]

You might be onto something there. Easier said than done though isn't it.

 

[woops]

You might be onto something there. Easier said than done though isn't it.

the reverse in my experience, until you are blind with the pain of living in a world too cold for your delicate heart

 

[luka]

I think I probably am tbh. Also I never leave the house so I've never talked to a girl or hardly even seen one.

 

[thirdform]

 

[thirdform]

 

[luka]

Thirdform what is your life experience with melancholy? Do you treasure it? Do you nurture it? Have you lost it? What does it mean to you?

 

[thirdform]

I have to ration it tbh. if I get too enmeshed in it i get depressed.

 

[CrowleyHead]

Indulging in melancholy leads to fascism, no hyperbole there.

 

[droid]

What kind of sadness are we talking about here? Misery has a spectrum of variegated shades.

 

[pattycakes_]

Try this

 

[luka]

What kind of sadness are we talking about here? Misery has a spectrum of variegated shades.

Melancholy. The voluptuous kind of sadness. Luxuriating in it.

 

[luka]

Indulging in melancholy leads to fascism, no hyperbole there.

How does it happen? It would be simple to make an argument for the exact opposite of this I think.

 

[droid]

 

[yyaldrin]

I think that melancholy is bound up with the feeling of impotence. Of feeling that you are unable to act, to affect things, to alter reality. And I think that ever since I made myself real to myself and to the external world, I lost that delicious bittersweet sanctuary. Which I regret to some extent. So I wonder if it is possible to get back by immersing myself in melancholy music?

for me it's even worse, the feeling that things are destined to be doomed. i sometimes suspect it works in a self-fulfilling prophecy for me, most notably observed in romantic relationships. "this is so beautiful, it can't last long, something must go wrong". as for music, it's strangely enough the very joyful music that makes me melancholic. lot's of tunes in the joy thread for example, such as "letta mbulu - what's wrong with groovin" for example.

 

[yyaldrin]

you don't need music, just fall in love and the rest will follow

i agree with woops here

 

[thirdform]

How does it happen? It would be simple to make an argument for the exact opposite of this I think.

Fascism requires the impotent to function though. the historically impotent. if you believe everything is doomed then you've conceded your psychology to the fascists.

this is different to saying that it most probably looks like we are doomed but we still gotta persevere to prevent that.

 

[luka]

You'll have to explain the mechanism because im not following.