It’s filling some sort of personal need that I can’t quite define.
your dearth of personal relationships has hollowed the enjoyment of life and made it "boring", so you fill the void with increasingly depraved thrills
I was talking about my need to share the morbid things I find, not why I seek them out in the first place. As far as why I seek them out, I was largely the same when I didn’t spurn other people. Life was just as boring then.
I will say that being unemployed the past several months has escalated things, naturally. Lots of negative feelings and (especially) too much free time.
But, you know, I don’t even know why I’m talking to someone that can’t even make a sandwich.