The key point is finding a way you can thrive in the knowledge of the redpill. Thrive does not mean 'to accept the state of things' or 'to be happy or content with what is' because that absolutely contradicts the hard truth of reality. Understanding reality means abandoning naive happiness. If one wants to be happy, he should choose the bluepill and live in a made up fable, which is clearly a noble aim. Reality is painful and in no way bearable in its absolute truth. If one should come into the finest knowledge of truth, he would die in horror because reality is horror. This is no depressed nor shitty edgy thought. In fact, the deeper one digs in reality, the uglier truth comes out of it: either more complex or more merciless, reality is, by inference, no way something humans can mentally bear in its entirety. Some argue how the most intelligent and thoughtful are at the same time the most unhappy. This is why the most inquisitive among men try to dig deep in the state of things, and the deeper they get, the bitterer and unhappier they become.
The thoughtful are then presented two pathways in front of the ugliness of reality: that of surrender or that of reason. The first one is the finest of all redpills: suicide. Before the mercilessness of reality, the intelligent has one clear pathway towards the solution, that is to end the game altogether; in no way men are able to bear the knowledge of reality without seeking a way out, because it's absolutely bleak in all its outcomes; even men with perfect lives are bound to die. It can be inferred that the thoughtful and intelligent, if presented to a perfect life with everything coming for them, from looks to social interactions, will ultimately fear death, and live in the painful thought of it; at that point, there is absolutely no solution if the path chosen is that of surrender, except to end it all in the exact moment of the realization. The second path is that of reason, which is the harder one: before the ugliness of reality, which shows no escape even if everything is perfect (that is, man can't escape death), the thoughtful and intelligent chooses to live. That choice comes with the herculean attempt to thrive in the horror which is reality; knowing the redpill in its concept, that is that reality is either painful, complex or ugly, the thoughtful chooses to rise by all means necessary. This choice may come out from the same realization that leads to suicide, which is death itself. Presented before the certainty of death and the absolute ugliness of reality, the thoughtful then willingly chooses to keep digging up until his death. 'living as a workaholic with no social life', even if you imply it's almost pitiful, is a choice of reason, which in my eyes is nobler than surrender. You chose to keep digging.
There is something guiding you, even if you know that reality is horror and despair in its absoluteness. That something is, and I like to think it, the willingness to thrive in the ugliness of reality: like a Nietzschean hero, the thoughtful keeps digging, disregarding the darkness becoming darker the more he digs. In my eyes you are not supposed to do anything else than what you already are doing: better what you can better of yourself, make your mind sharper in the workplace, which is the of the main faces of the realization of a man, dig deeper in the knowledge of the redpill without giving up. This is in my mind the only solution; to master reality together with its knowledge, like a forever stalemate with a monster you chose to see by swallowing the redpill.
