is it autistic to feel pretty depressed over what's essentially just the concept of nihil novi sub sole
like every life being lived has already played out before in bits and pieces across time and space, and will continue to do so because they are the only things that happen. All the stories have been told, and our lives feel simply like the repetition of the past and a premonition of the future while lacking the beauty of the former and the wonder of the latter
What's the point in living, and life in general, if it's just the same things as infinitum? Does anyone else feel trapped or apathetic because of this stuff
it feels like ultimately nothing ever changes meaningfully and so why exist at all when this level of stagnation is like a living death? the specifics of events may change but it's always the same stories with different trappings playing out through eternity