Schopenhauer is my favourite philosopher ever. He is also my favourite German ever. He was a true pessimist who said that life is a “choice between loneliness and vulgarity.”
His mother was one of the first female novelists to write under her own name, using neither a pseudonym or her initials. No one remembers her novels today. When Schopenhauer’s first book was published his mother told him not to expect great things, because a family can only produce one genius.
His father committed suicide when Schopenhauer was 13.
So you can kind of see where the pessimism might be coming from.
Seriously, dude is awesome. Go read about his hedgehogs and porcupines.