Burnout

I feel I've emptied myself of things to say philosophically.

Three years ago (I think that's when, but could be wrong) when I first discovered philosophy forums, I was ecstatic. I left posts everywhere. I was enthusiastic, my mind was agile and ready to pounce on topics.

Then over the three or however many years, I realized that our discussions boil down to a few topics, and variations of the few topics exist only. God-atheism, will-no-free will, abortion, gun control, solipsism, consciousness (this one is big), the universe.

I have said I think all that I have ever wanted to say on these topics.

I feel the process I am experiencing is similar to the map-boom of the mid-to-late nineties. There were many people who collected antique maps. We traded with each other on eBay. Then came the crash following 9-11, and the antique map market crashed, too. Nobody bought them any more, because we have satiated ourselves with the collections we built. Interest waned due to the simple fact that everyone got what they wanted, and they got it in a relatively short, albeit incredibly and hitherto unimaginably busy and active period.

Same with photography. I have taken more pics of roadkills than true Scotsman could ever handle.

Same with Internet porn. I told my girlfriend yesterday, that I had just downloaded 35000 pics in one day. That's about a thousand too many.

Same with philosophy. I have had my fill, I think.

What to do next? I'm retired, nothing much to do. I have no family.

Maybe I should set up a brothel for sewage workers, street cleaners, and public toilet attendants. Or a volunteer-based celestial telescope service for left-handed dental assistants. Or I could become a certified boxing promoter. Anything but philosophy.