Digging From The Pitfalls of Rationality

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TLDR: I was bold. I became more insecure. That made me sad.

I had the master plan. 1. Solve moral philosophy. 2. Solve rationality. 3. Understand the biggest causes in the world. 4. Become a hybrid of Scott Alexander /​ Tim Urban /​ Nathan Fielder to maximize my positive impact.

And I did step 1. It took 210-820 hours[1], many sloppy rough drafts, and reframing my goal to: Reflect on my values until I decide it’s a bad use of my time to try to reduce my moral uncertainty. But I did it!

I’m a utility monster!

Then came step 2. It started okay. But I didn’t settle for okay. I was going to maximize my happiness.

What do I picture…?

Reading How To Measure Anything inspired me to ask myself, “What do I picture when I think of happiness?” And for every answer (e.g., “sleeping well”), I’d ask myself, “What do I picture when I think of sleeping well?” The goal was to break every question down until I came up with measurable metrics. I didn’t get to that point, deciding to stop after breaking down my desires into 30-ish pages of goals. Choosing what to do between these hundreds of goals was overwhelming. So I made a 50-ish item summary of that list. But I still felt like a mess.

So (after three months of De Quervains tenosynovitis), I made a new, more organized list. Based on that list, I decided to make a list on what to learn about decision-making. After organizing that list, I decided to study decision theory. I hoped it would teach me the fundamentals of decision-making. But it didn’t provide me much value. I got fed up with asking myself abstract questions and plunged into learning data science. I coded 4 hours a day every day until I finished my course.

On the surface, I was more productive. But under the surface, I gradually got worse. I felt like I went back to the person I was two years ago. The person who was too scared to take an unconventional path. The person who just wanted to pass the test, even if my only reward was a green checkmark.

The pleasure of green checkmarks is fleeting. For whatever reason (feeling my lack of productivity will lead me to be perceived as a loser?), I’ve become more insecure. Sometimes this leads to attention-seeking behavior. But for the most part, I’ve shied away. I’ve tried to avoid talking about myself at home. And I’ve gone to fewer social events. When I’m really down, I tell myself that I’ve fucked up my career, and I’m a 32-year-old virgin with no close friends. All despite my enormous privilege and desire to make a positive impact.

That’s debatably true.[2] But a negative attitude won’t help me.

Starting To Dig

I’ve had moments of courage where I’ve made bold plans and asked myself tough questions. But when I fail to sustain that courage, I end up in the pitfalls of rationality. I don’t want to be there anymore.

  1. ^

    The estimate refers to time I spent thinking about morality from April 2021 - October 2022. I noticed I estimated 100 hours in this April 2022 post. I can’t remember how I made that estimate. In retrospect, I’d guess it was an underestimate.

  2. ^

    I’ve fucked up my career is the negative way of putting I haven’t been employed for 3 years. I am a virgin. When I don’t feel insecure, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. I’m being negative when I say I have no close friends. I don’t want to write in much detail about my relationships with others on the internet. Lastly, maybe I’m privileged. My dad’s a lawyer, and that’s helped me financially. I prefer to call myself fortunate since privileged seems to carry a negative connotation. Not that I’ve thought much about which of those terms to use.