/lit/ - Literature

>>9715602
>be girardfag
>see this
>hmm

Sorry, just came across this thread now. That another anon is not me, but he sounds like he knows what he's talking about. Not sure about what Lacan would say. This sounds more like a job for TLP or someone like that than me.

But.

>Now I have to choose between (a) a loving family life with her, finally giving me the love my parents never did, but at the cost of being anhedonic and craving exotic flavours of vagina forever and thinking of cheating on her every single day forever, or (b) giving up love but having enough hedonic stimpaks to get me through doing the good works I want to do with my life.
>what would lacan say

Even anhedonia wears off. Love is the thing. If you choose b), own that choice. The question you ultimately have to ask yourself is, in the long run, which one is riskier and more dangerous? How?

It is better to choose love. Pic rel. If you don't choose love you can know ahead of time, perhaps, that this is going to lead to repression. Maybe you can deal with it, maybe you can't. But there is no substitute for the kinds of love that opens up radical breaks in the nature of your reality. Even if they tear your shit apart in the process. That's what love does. Choosing against love does that too. But the universe, right? The universe.

You can learn this kind of stuff too through Kafka (Before the Law) and Deleuze (Deleuze) as well.

This Door Was Made Only For You, And Now I Am Going To Close It. Bang. Down that road lies modernism and repression. Making the heretical insane leap past the guardian is the affirmation of the gap that leads to...not the same old thing. But the Really New, crazy possibility.

That's my advice. I have chosen *against* love many times and now I am chock-full of symptoms and barely able to keep my shit together. It makes for interesting afternoons thinking bout capitalism and a lot of alcohol.

Even Freud. Freud distinguishes between regular unhappiness and existential unhappiness. Sometimes regular unhappiness is enough. But joy and love are better. They usually involve some kind of epistemological break the true meaning of which can be learned in no other way but by following that which you know is true but makes no sense.

I don't know. Can't really give love advice with a straight face. Not my bag.

So good luck, you sexy motherfucker. I hope you choose well and that love finds you.