what do you do to fill your emptiness?
 

i guess i should start. the usual cliche shit, sometimes it's food, sometimes it's cum.

Rum and dead hookers.

A quiet, brooding indecisiveness.

Snowy, that's funny!
I'm a dreamer. When there isn't someone to talk to, I go to a fantasy reality in my mind and pretend there is.

Mark Johnson Fine Art - Wonder and Whimsy

Works for me :thumbsup:

vodka and porn

Cycling, running, reading, and masturbating.

A desperate, ruminating perfectionism.

Bring flowers & food treats to elderly lonely people in their homes or the hospital.

Detach from my own ego. Do for others.

alcohol, friends, forums :/, working out, and usually some form of know based entertainment.

What emptiness? I was blessed with a very high threshold of boredom.

Lindy

Before: Booze and drugs & sick relationships.
Now: Reading & writing books, a little porn once in a while & creating my art!

Yeah...now is much more fun & a healthier path!!!

Sex and booze with occasional bouts of television and literature.

Food.

If you're a white person, you can't actually fill said hole. Native Americans have stated that fact for years.

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And I don't fill my emptiness. I guard it with a CRAM. Other people are always trying to put shit in there.

http://defensenews.com/blogs/eurosat...10/06/CRAM.png

My emptiness is mine. It is my workspace for the things I think and (occasionally) feel. It is where I handle dreams and memories.

I think of this vacuum like my lungs: it has be empty to work. I won't suffocate myself by filling it up with other people and things.

And if all it takes is booze and porn to fill up said internal cavity, you're certainly a cheap date in the grand scheme of things.

Sellouts.

You keep the metaphoric hole inside you so that you stay hungry. In my notion of the world, satisfaction has no friends.

I didn't say it was working... that's kind of why i started this thread. Im white so i guess theres no chance of filling it. but the other bit you said is beautiful, almost gives me hope or something.

Running, reading, watching tv/movies, learn a new language and sleep/eat; Not in that order.

How did we go from filling emptiness to a trite list of hobbies, anyway?

Amusement at the Sisyphean ridiculousness of it all.

A defeated, lumbering anguish.

I don't think I have any emptiness. When I feel full, I build an add-on.

I save money. and I play Sid Meier's Civilization. These things are easy to do together.

I embrace my emptiness like plan9 said actually. Use it for useful things. For instance I go there when danger is near automatically after lots of studying and practice. Let's me be completely free and rational, and make decisions as such. Sometimes I go there when I know I'm chasing the wrong girl (i.e. crazy girls) to snap out of it.

If you mean, psychological pain, then that's a different question.

i equate phsychological pain, longing, numbness with emptiness. im assuming you mean something like being calm? or like meditative?

For me psych pain is more of a real pain than emptiness. It's emotional. Emptiness is the opposite (though it doesn't feel nice either, unless I'm using it to relieve anxiety or something).

Calm/meditative? No not really. That's different. I've noticed not everyone can purposefully go to their emptiness while some find it easier. Emptiness for me is without emotion or morals. I imagine that's where some soldiers and most snipers go when they pull the trigger.

IMO those who embrace emptiness without training often become major criminals because they don't understand when/how to get out.

Video games.. it's escapism without the inherent deleterious side-effects of drugs.

Well then you've never tried drugs and video games!

Often I try to refill empty Bic lighters. It's a parabolic.

Living life vicariously through others.
Spending an entire day viewing, Who's Online. ;-)

Oh, so good. That hit the spot.

Buddhists work towards emptiness.

I shall perhaps one day cease trying to fill mine with clinging.

I just wait. I'm never not waiting for something to do.

I'm not sure when it started, but it has been longstanding for a while: I don't think; not unless prompted first.
Maybe I've become too full with languages, compromises, regret, trivial nonsense, a-ha moments, historical analysis, contradictory existentialistic optimism, and the passing fancies that growing up in five separate decades accumulates within one... when you just want to to shut everything else out, and yes, become hollow, alone and dismayed once more (somehow, though, this can factually be likened to spiritual freedom).

I've also noticed I've forgotten how to get angry anymore. I have endless patience, but if I need to be bothered to assess my situation (which is usually always a daily hopelessness) in rational means, ie, think about, it, then do I click on my meter of agitation.

I don't know. Thinking about what I wanted to accomplish today, and what actually came to happen, where I am right now, and the circumstances to which I've now added another wasted day into the queue of "makeup" days that is now nearing who knows many intangible years of effort now, it just gets me to feeling like I'm falling. If it's alright, I'd take the falling part for a while if it allows me to forget how I came to be there in the first place.

That's a good point. That's originally what got me into it.

I normally don't get you, Jetee... but this made my day.

I wake up every day with more on my plate than I can possibly get done. While most of it is self inflicted, I look forward to boredom.

Boredom, or apathy, is one of the worse things one may inflict upon someone. The problem is it builds up. So if you're normally busy, and then get bored for a day, it feels good, but that's just because its an absence of rush, or having to do things. Boredom long term is terrible terrible on your psyche. Look up cabin fever for instance.

I don't often feel emptiness, but when I do (usually while lying in bed at night and having a realization of how futile and meaningless everything is) I try to go deeper into it.

Once the panic passes, it's actually kind of nice. Freeing. A good place to start from.

This is altogether different from negative states like depression and anxiety, though, just to be clear. I have those, too.

I want to be niner when I grow up, sometimes.

I revel in the empty... it means it's something I can fill. And I can fill it with whatever I want to. Sometimes it's a book that fits best, sometimes it's sex, sometimes it's music, and sometimes I don't want to fill it so that I can appreciate it when it's full. The emptiness that occurs is there for a reason... why would I want to fill it every time? It's part of me... or maybe a lack of something. But it's still me.

Yes. I just spent a week that took a total emotional toll on me. Between sick kids and sick friends, I'm spent. I could do with some emptiness to fill with something else, something of my choice, something that isn't given to me.