The Boredom of the Gods
Even Andrew Tate is lost. It is empty up there even at and in Top G. At least as I heard in July 2025.
Guys, have you noticed that everything is boring now? You know, if we were born a hundred years ago, we'd have purpose as men. We'd get up and we'd go to war. We join the Navy and blow up the French. Who doesn't want to blow the French up? Everyone wants to blow the French up, even now. But we can't. 100 years from now, we'll be exploring space, conquering new planets. But now, what is there to do besides great distractions? Let me tell you, as somebody who's probably one of the most famous, wealthy men on the planet. I live the dream life. I am 6'3, professional fighter. I am rich. I am famous. I have everything you've been hoping for your whole fucking existence. And there's nothing to do. I can race Lamborghinis around the mountains. That's fun. But I can only do that because I can afford the best cars on the planet and I can afford all the legal bills for getting banned over and over again. And I live in a weird country like Romania where there's fun driving roads. If you live in America, there's no fun to drive and you can't even drive fast. I can drive 300 miles an hour in a mountain. I can risk my life. I can do that. That's a very niche activity. What's there to actually do? Fucking women sucks cuz women are bad people. And every single time you fuck one of them, they're just going to come back two years later try to release a fucking book. “I had sex with Andrew essentially” and shut the fucking … No one's buying your fucking book. Fuck off. Banging girls sucks. You can't kill your enemies. You can't go to war for anything that matters, only goy slop bank bullshit. You're living in the age of the great distraction and if you manage to make hundreds of millions of dollars like I did, there's literally nothing to do but buy a boat. I bought a yacht. I don't even want a fucking yacht. Tristan goes, 'Let's buy a yacht. We have all this money. That's what rich people do.' So, we bought this yacht. I've commissioned a boat. I don't even fucking want it. What do I want to do with a fucking boat? Go where? Stand around on my fucking boat moaning that I'm bored. There's nothing to do but video games. Video games are the funnest thing to possibly do now. Even 10 years ago, okay, we didn't have great wars to fight for, but you could just go out with 20 pound in your pocket, go to the club, socialize. Now we're all just fucking glued to our smartphones, arguing, obsessing over internet drama. Woke up this morning and some mulatto Muslim pimp supposedly have been sleeping with a right-wing egirl. Fucking incredible. Nothing else to do but just join in online bullshit. Complain about the fact they're replacing the native populations with Somali as you sit in your bedroom fucking jerking off on Twitter about it. Get together a gang of fucking vigilantes and save your homeland. You know, 100 years ago, if you had a problem with foreign invaders, you know what you did? You pulled out your fucking sword. Now what do you do? Edgy banter. Oh, he's a fucking freedom fighter. He made a joke about it. This is all gay.
Yet in Dec 2023, Tate confessed this is all there is.
Bronze Age Pervert disagreed. Somewhat.
BAP has searched since immemorial for something worthy to him and doable. So far in vain.
… the limitations of modern life are such that even in best of cases even if you were to solve all of your problems the results probably will still be very banal … I feel a great closing off of all possibility of life in all these modern cities. Even the successful ones... they seem to imply some mystery... but nothing ever happens. … That's a sign of terminal level civilizational failure... where no matter how high you got in your profession, you were always held back and frustrated. Even if you quote unquote made to top, you look back on your life, you feel like at every stage your dreams never came true. … There's not one part of this that isn't shabby and isn't felt, I tell you, by men and women at every level of society, lowest to highest. They feel held back. Their qualities, their claws never had a chance to come out and exhibit themselves. … It's not a world to call it, you know, the Gnostics would call it a labyrinth of shadows. That's far too romantic. This dried out heap that you call the world today. It’s not a world to call it... All life has been drained out of every part of it. … A kind of neuter pasture land mall. That's what modern life is at its best ... There is no grace to this world, you see.
Yes, listen, little men, to more of that. For other men, this really is serious and almost crushing.
Also compare my old facebook post.
Maybe exceptions exist. Or maybe some do know at least what they desire, be it epic or not.
I don’t understand how you can live 20+ years and feel you have no purpose. You have already experienced so many things, you know what you like. I think people are just lazy and want someone to decide for them. Pick something you really like and say, I’m going to try and be the best at this. It’s so simple. Pick one or maybe two to three things. And make them your life. I hate seeing peers who are just wallowing away on their mysterious lack of “purpose”. I like Ethereum, I like programming, I want to spend my time becoming the best solidity dev I can be. I cannot understand how so many can waste their valuable lives chasing emptiness.
Set aside whether this is epic enough. Set aside many people are too tired to really want anything, or too afraid to do anything. It fails to address that for many, knowing what they want is hard. Their desires are not obvious choices on a menu. They are buried under layers of conditioning, contradictory wants, and a confusion about one’s own constitution. Telling such a person to “pick something you really like” is like the Monty Python sketch on how to play the flute: “Well, you blow in one end and move your fingers up and down the outside.”
Well, then what?
I say,
Have enough health and energy (sleep, diet, exercise) to allow aspirations to surface.
Guard your time against distractions.
Be skeptical of default wisdom and willing to adopt "deviant" paths that suit your specific constitution.
If you don't know what you want, define what you hate.
Borrow or emulate the goals of heroes (fictional or real), but adapt them to your constitution rather than copying them blindly.
Approach the search like browsing a market for a perfect coat you have no specific idea of. Calmly try things on with curiosity rather than urgency or pressure. Allow yourself a period of wandering or drifting to let desires compete until one dominant hunger emerges. (I steal all this from Vadim Zeland.) — This is the step that even those who do everything else do very little, if at all.
Pick one dominant desired life goal. It can be broad (like a symphony), but it must be unified, not a scattered list of competing interests.
None of this is exactly mind-shattering. But few are clear on how to really do most or all of it. Here, I can help.
Now, if you did all of it, would you achieve your goal, or would you at least be more at peace? That’s another matter, for another time.
Anyway, comments welcome.