donnie_darko wrote:
Coming to the conclusion that humans are selfish, irrational beings, and unconditional and true love can't be found in this world, thus life isn't really worth it?
I'd phrase it a little differently.
My feeling was that people hated making sense, hated practicality, and even treated those who wanted to make the most sense as weak, inferior, etc. because we create unneeded complexity for the sake of re-creating social pecking order and keeping those who get tired too fast of that in a second class citizen level where they either by society's standards don't have a right to procreate or simply will never have a right to be themselves without paying the price.
My sense from that point was that this flat out wasn't my kind of world, having a disability just spelled it out in brass tacks that the negative outweighed the positive and, rather dispassionately, it meant that there was no reason for going concern. At other times I'd have a much more heated reaction where I fantasized about Japanese honor suicide for my weakness - not because I'm some kind of psychopath, I just had that many people pounding me from that angle relentlessly to where I felt like I'd either die that way or being murdered by someone who was literally that disgusted by seeing someone as 'weak' as myself breathing.