Hello everyone.
I’m brand new here, and sort of new to Objectivism as a practice.
… alright, hell. I can’t hold up formality and make a nice little message. I am terrified of the freedom I feel having adopted Ayn Rand’s ideas to some degree. I feel like I need someone to tell me it’s okay to feel it, even though I know that’s morally against what I understand to be rational.
Worst of all, I feel desperately lonely. I almost want someone to come along and shut me down, intellectually.
Let me try again.
The first time I read Atlas Shrugged, I was horrified. I was like the Washington men she writes about; I knew what the truth was, and I was terrified to accept it. I struggled through Galt’s speech and at the end of the book, I felt confused and hurt.
But somehow I maintained the air I had been maintaining for the last five or six years, and kept on living like I didn’t matter, like only the public mattered, like only spiritual ideals mattered.
And all of a sudden, after bouts of depression, thoughts of suicide, and feeling literally psychopathic, I just snapped out of it.
And waking up in this new world, where I will never permit myself to lie about my intentions or feelings again, I am afraid. I am so afraid and I need just a bit of support while I’m learning to walk.
I look back on who I was, and feel revulsion. Literal disgust. I told myself that my morality was the highest and best (a regular Jim Taggart), but underscoring it all was a need to make all achievements lesser than mine by making achievement unimportant, by making the “self” non-existent.
I may write more later. It’s helping me, to write. Whether anyone responds or not, reads or not.
I feel like a child, who has only dreamt of the purity of water, now finding myself in an ocean. I realize, quietly, that I have never know what it felt like to be on the proper side of truth.
Can anyone relate to me? I need human relation to this.