Yes and no, it would wager it should be ultimately up to fathers who their daughters should date or marry. Most dads liked me.
Anyways, I’ve come to the conclusion that my economic beliefs are half scripture half realism. You shouldn’t hoard wealth or property but you also shouldn’t covet what is not yours, which should also work in tandem with how the international stage is set up, who your allies and who your rivals are. I feel this should make the most sense.
Life is wonderful. Life is comfy. The sky is pretty, the air smells pleasant. Today I so loved watching the morning light through the curtains while I sat in my chair with a book at my elbow. I broke up with my gf two weeks ago and my joyfulness returned instantly.. perhaps I’m just happiest alone.
I want a long, slow task that forces me to be disciplined. Does anyone have any ideas. Kind of inspired by the memers who write the bible out by hand as if they are Charles fricking Dickens!
Read Payot, Education of the Will and Eliade on Yoga
Start doing transcendental meditation immediately, just do the method and pick a neutral mantra instead of trying to be epic. Use Acem which is literally TM that doesn't charge the stupid fee, or Benson's Relaxation Response which is an even more neutral version of it. Do it for 90 days to see results. It teaches you how to meditate.
If you want a long slow task make it a useful one. Write out Greek, Latin, or Sanskrit morphology until you memorize it.
When I was in my late teens, somehow I got into my head the idea that I can exercise my mind like I do my body.
I thought that the most powerful way to train my brain is via memorization + problem solving.
So what I would do is memorize a sudoku grid, just like pic related and go for walk. During the walk I would solve the puzzle in my head. I'd come back home and just write down the answers.
In the beginning I was awfully slow at this but after a while I got really really good at it.
No, I did not become smarter, but I guess it was fun
I've noticed that most people are bold-faced liars that gate keep almost anything for the sake of their own ego. Many times in my life I believed people that would say that doing this or that was too hard and required talent or special courses - it actually put me off trying many things and delayed my progress somewhat, assuming others were somehow born with some essence that I wasn't. Then I just cut out the noise and focused, matters of art - traditional art and then digital art; 3D modelling, UV mapping, retopology. Then it happened again with language learning, "you can't teach yourself with free content, you need to go to classes". Lies, I learned by myself using free content. Same goes for programming also, I did study that in university though, but most of the actual programming knowledge and skills I have is from what I found out myself, the moment where it 'clicked' for me was in my own room alone, not in a classroom with what the lecturers provided. I learned most paid content is just that, almost any topic requires you yourself to put in hours and hours in the dark alone, no one can hold your hand, and a lot of people that push certain courses are fricking liars who probably are not that great at the thing they are known for and just selling a service. Most self proclaimed experts I've met also haven't read as much in their field as you would expect, and sometimes it is cringeworthy when you catch someone lying at a networking event, they can bullshit the other bullshitters though. Through self discovery I learned that meditation is actually important - not any specific meditation practice of a particular religion - but being quiet with no external input and letting your mind just be without focusing on any thoughts. Boredom is also underrated, if you never feel bored you are probably constantly chasing stimulation, next time you feel bored watch yourself and see what your tendencies are, if you feel uncomfortable and feel an urge to do some pointless task like scroll social media or watch youtube videos about things you don't really care about then you are the kind of person that will benefit the most from sitting in silence and fighting the intrusive thoughts. You don't need to read self-help books - I have read many. Just have some time each day where you are in silence not being stimulated, and then work on your goals/tasks with a timer set with your phone in another room. From those things alone you have got the core message of most self help content - be in your own mind focused, and do what you need to do. You will feel uncomfortable but like meditation you do not follow those thoughts and just continue doing what you need to do.
thanks for sharing this, it actually motivated me i'm pretty young got a phone at my late 17's but still fell into the addiction of scrolling through social media and watching long videos and end up having awfull focus, difficulty reading and falling behind with my watching 100 movies project (i'm at 74) and want to learn so many things (coding, 2d animation and sculpture)
so yeah thank you i really needed someone to tell me that everyone can do it if we can put enough work into it
i have decided to view all of my problems as a struggle between myself and demons, that way every time i succeed it'll be a victory against a horrible external enemy and evidence of God working in my life. i reject any biopsychosocial model to explain my problems; it's all demons
wasn't wrong, /tg/ mods are ridiculous. That's a shame, it was my favorite board way back when. Guess it's modded by some troony discord Black person now.
I have to get a new tire right now. It's a very nice distratction, I'm enjoying the dilemma. I also thought it was a good idea to text a girl I want to badly have sex with her.
When I hear my name called in a slightly raised pitch by a family member I literally feel my stomach drop and my hands start trembling. Sometimes I hear them in my head shouting my name like a very terrible thing happened which I am expected to fix even though I can't. I guess it's PTSD. But just really hate people calling my name in general. I wish I could be Anonymous.
I want a troony to ride my wiener cowgirl style whilst her wiener spins around like a helicopter and none of you hateful homosexuals can convince me that’s a bad thing.
That's just your horny brain talking. Beyond the fetish there is no point in dating or having sex with trans women. They're literally men wearing female's clothes and you know this. 99% of men can't admit they're dating transwomen to their family for this simple reason
Bentham, says Mill, habitually missed the truth that is in received opinions; that at any rate, I suggest, is what the satirist does and must do. He must, whether deliberately or no, miss precisely those aspects of the ignoble thing which in fact make it endurable to the non-satiric everyday eye: that is, he must ignore the explanation of the thing satirized — how it came to be, its history. It is a fact of experience that tout comprendre c’est tout pardonner, and the satirist ex officio cannot pardon, so he must decline to understand all and explain all. Satire is by nature non-constructive, since to construct effectively — to educate, for example, to reform, or to evangelize — one must study actual situations and actual persons in their historical setting, and this kind of study destroys the satiric approach.
How old do you need to be to truly miss the mark in finding your passion in life?
At some point you become way too indoctrinated into the everyday to even have
time for stuff like that. My guess is that early-mid 20's are your last shot at discovering
something meaningful to do with your life. This feeling won't last forever and sooner or
later, I'll probably become content with my empty existence. Unless I have kids or smthn.
I suspect it’s 30 only because I’ve not found any historical examples where that’s not the case. The closest is Cromwell, who didn’t serve in parliament until he was in his 30s and didn’t serve in the military until he was in his 40s.
Depends on if you want to become an expert at that thing/make a living with it or if you just want something to keep you entertained in your free time.
I think we have to keep in mind that we live in unusual times. The average life span for a man is much longer than it’s been in the past and the transition from adolescence to adulthood not only delayed but blurred. In the past, a man was expected to be more or less a man by the time he was twenty. Today, a man is expected to become a man at some unspecified point before say thirty. I believe that history is the best guide that we have. And I think you find examples of men finding their path in life and becoming great, and I mean truly great, at all ages before thirty. After thirty, I struggle to find many. But that’s not to say they can’t exist. We live in historically exceptional times. I think we should have to have courage to be the historical exceptions ourselves. We are the most conceptually liberated people that have ever existed. The downsides have been talked about as infinitum at this point, but one upside is that we can look at historical examples and take for ourselves what they were, what they had, without concern for our age, late development, etc. simply because we are free to do so. The key is to understand not only limitations but also our possibilities. And I think it there’s one manner of thinking which corresponds to the present age which might have been ungraspable in previous ages it’s that exponential growth always triumphs over linear growth.
>you share a piece of art that you worked on. could be a story, a book, a song, or an even an impassioned essay about a specific subject >the first response you receive is a variation of ''lol nobody cares''
There is not a SINGLE person on IQfy who could response to that without sounding mad
If I was to give a moral picture of the Aryan, it's the humble man of virtue who seeks the fulfillment of his needs in peace. However, when the occasion comes that another subject violates his untouchable rights, hundreds must die.
Depends on what you define as aryan. If you mean steppe herders, they were actually pretty peaceful compared to other nomads or even agroculturalists of their time. I wouldn't say humble but not boastful either. More like simple (they were illiterate nomads after all)
I’m quitting my job on my Monday. I’ll have to find a rental that doesn’t require a proof of income, but whatever. I mostly just regret staying so long in this dead end job track. I don’t really mind having done it, but I really mind having done it for so long.
>claims nihilism >appeals to epistemic values of coherence and immediately sets up an entire framework of normativity to insult others for not living up to these ideals
I must reiterate: gay. You can't think, you can't reason. You contradict yourself performatively in a matter of seconds but you are too dumb to see it.
Feel free to stay "nihilist" (i.e., a sadgay) however, no skin off my dick.
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>what do you think one "should" do if one is depressed
Stop making extremely unconvincing and poor attempts at hypostasizing it as some metaphysical and inescapable truth of cosmic decline when it is solely an expression of personal and individual sadgayging.
Deadlifts and cardio would cure it and dissipate it immediately. This truth causes actual rage, because the sadgay who hypostasizes his depression into a metaphysical principle with universal application takes great, foolish pride in his banal and easily curable suffering.
These sadgays are the most boring npcs on IQfy. I have had the displeasure of interacting with hundreds of them throughout the years, and they are all the same, all gay, all boring, all banal, and all predictable to a degree that your talk of determinism is actually fitting in the limited sense of applying to these sadgays.
No humans have been in space. Earth is in space, but humans are not in space but on Earth. If a bowl of water is on the ground, then is the water on the ground? No; the bowl is on the ground, and the water is in the bowl. What about humans in spacecraft in space? The humans are in the spacecraft and not in space. What about humans in spacesuits outside spacecraft in space? The humans are in spacesuits and not in space.
got rejected once and I'm scared to approach any other girl because of that. my eye is on one girl but she may have a man already but she's otherwise perfect for me
Dating is a logical AND gate. It doesn't matter if you want it, or just the other wanting it, both of you must want it, and if that doesn't happen, it'll never work out.
I can't take my life anymore, if I try something, it goes totally wrong, if I don't, everything around me turns against me and it all goes totally wrong anyway
I feel like I'm destined to fail, there is no reason to wake up and get out of the bed anymore, I already know what the end of the day will be, I'll feel regret over everything, that's it
I wonder if I'm doing something terrible and life is punishing me for it, but what is my sin then? Is there even any sense to all of this or is it just random chance and there isn't anything I'm doing that is causing it, no moral to be learned, just bad luck
I'm not talking about all the times I fricked up and suffered consequences, I'm talking about giving my best to solve problems and still seeing the same fruit after it
J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter series is the most profound series of books in the whole history of literature, both western and eastern, including all languages.
>Having problem with my computer. >Post about it on IQfy >Get banned because tech support questions should apparently be posted to /wsr/ (How moronic) >Post about it on /wsr/ >Barely anyone responds and none of the answers are helpful
What the frick? Why can't I post about my technology issue on the technology board? Why am I being shipped off to a near-dead board? My issue is never gonna be fixed.
Every time I boot up a high-performance game my ethernet disconnects itself and makes it so I can't play my games. I like fighting games so not having a stable internet connection is not an option.
8 months ago
Anonymous
just post it in the "friendly ___ thread" for whatever OS you use
8 months ago
Anonymous
Thank you, anon, I'll have a look.
8 months ago
Anonymous
Time to reset your computer back to factory settings and get a better router.
I'm a 26 year old with no life and I don't know what to do with my life. I have been offered a free ride to college and I want an easy life, but mentally challenging life. What do I get my degree in?
There are a lot of lonely guys out there. How can we help them? How can we help eachother?
How can we make it so that even if you're single and your life has no purpose after 30, you still feel like you have a community, friends, a place in the world?
Life has been getting pretty rough lately and not having any regular human contact for the last 2 years was quite a struggle! I also have no one to talk to but I guess this is just us men being lonely fricks.
Beyond all of this, I wanted to say I love my ex. I really do. I think it's just because I miss human interactions a lot. I thought about paying hookers for hugs and sleeping together in the same room a disturbing amount of times.
>not having any regular human contact for the last 2 years was quite a struggle!
Why has this been a struggle for you? >I also have no one to talk to but I guess this is just us men being lonely fricks.
I don't think this is just a men-specific thing, I think if you don't keep your high school friends when you graduate or if you don't go to uni/college then you're pretty fricked.
how would an alien language really look? why is it always assumed that an alien language would only ever be far spaced from any human language? would it truly be impossible that alien life has no human grammatical system or a written system that resembles some humans written scripts?
how would a universal galactic language look? if humans discovered or had a more useful language, as we already use the english language and latin script for programming are most useful technologies, would a latin or latin like script be the domanant writing script or do we always have to, in a pop culture sense, assume that aliens would want to conquer us in written language and spoken language? still, I would like to create this language for my written works, yet I can't grasp how several alien species intermingling and becoming friendly with humans would look for the sake of trade and commerce, would it be more alien since there would be without a doubt more aliens than humans given alien species would be more than human in an infinite universe, or, if humans conquered aliens first, would all of those alien species curve to a single human planet in every day speech or even just professional speech?
>language determinism, outdated and debunked >boring ass movie, talk to aliens, china gets angry, suddenly language grants fricking future predictive abilities, china backs down because a random person called the leader and said their wives dying words, aliens leave, movie ends >only interesting concept is aliens speaking with floating ink, for some reason only in 2d though, frick the third dimensian, the third dimension isnt fricking making those shits orbs, its TIME
blade runner and futurama would've been better examples, and one of those don't have any fricking aliens
>programming are most useful technologies
I'm finally at the age where my brain rot is giving way to the dumbest grammatical mistakes.
its hard for me to wrap my head around the idea of a peaceful meeting with a peaceful gradual evolution between all sentient species adopting a universal language for the convenience of business, commerce, and daily life, I'm not sure where to begin, it all seems like some sort of dominance or conquering ritual will have to happen and that will result in the adoption of the victors or more dominant species languages being ingrained into civilization
Well, I might have to get cucked to save my marriage. I probably deserve it though. Lots of people mad at me and the near future will be eventful one way or another
Ugly bastard here. This shit is rough, anons.
The older I get, the more aware I am of the urge to have a family and to have intimacy, and the more painful the knowledge that those things are most likely out of my reach becomes.
I know I'm ugly because I've been told so by many different women, because of the reactions I get from people in social situations in which the topic of romance or dating is raised, and because it's obvious when looking at my own face. It doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would - I did the whole /LULZ/ crying over being forever alone thing for a little bit in my late teens and grew out of it when I realized my life didn't have to revolve entirely around whether or not I got a girlfriend - and I've sort of grown to accept the way people react to me. However, there's a difference between self-acceptance and being able to transcend the natural biological urges almost every adult male has, as they possess an unconscious power beyond what the rational mind can combat. I can tell myself that I have a greater purpose in life than simply being a family man, that these days it's not even worth it and I'll end up in a situation like is in, that I should just stop worrying about it and let life happen, but it all feels like a cope no matter how many arguments I make to myself.
8 months ago
Anonymous
How old are you and what attempts at getting a gf have you tried?
8 months ago
Anonymous
23. I've asked several girls out before, it led to a date once and it was a disaster. I've kissed a girl one time; she'd been dared to kiss "the ugly dude" and wiped her mouth off afterwards.
I haven't tried dating apps but I figure if the girls I know in real life tell me stuff like "you're the ugliest guy I've seen in my life" or "I could see you becoming a serial killer" or "I can't imagine ever dating you" then going on a platform like that probably won't get me any further.
8 months ago
Anonymous
post your face so we can see the damage.
You could always just roid hard, hit the gym and go ogre mode. Some girls like that
8 months ago
Anonymous
I'm traveling this week, maybe I'll post one in a couple days.
I'm fairly IQfy already since I have a physically intense job and I lift besides but there's no gym for the face.
I don't know the extent of your ugliness but the fact that you could get a girl out on a date tells me it's not hopeless.
What was the issue on the date? Looks are hard to improve but if it was an issue with flirting or talking then you can improve that a lot. If you can get someone out on a date you can do it again. Ignore those b***hes that say that about your looks. Dumb roasties have no idea the disrespect they show by saying that. Any high value man would love putting a b***h like that down if he heard her say that.
23 is still young enough. With improvements you could end up with someone.
The issue was that she only said yes because we had a shared friend group and they peer pressured her into doing it as a pity thing. We barely talked and she spent the whole thing avoiding looking at me or giving one word replies to my attempts at conversation. I realized what happened after hearing things over the next couple days and never tried again with her.
I appreciate the optimism but I feel like I'll never be able to get over the blow all this has dealt to my self-confidence - I mean, it's been like this for years and years, with not even a hint that anyone has ever found me attractive as a man. What's trying the same thing and expecting different results but the definition of insanity?
8 months ago
Anonymous
I don't know the extent of your ugliness but the fact that you could get a girl out on a date tells me it's not hopeless.
What was the issue on the date? Looks are hard to improve but if it was an issue with flirting or talking then you can improve that a lot. If you can get someone out on a date you can do it again. Ignore those b***hes that say that about your looks. Dumb roasties have no idea the disrespect they show by saying that. Any high value man would love putting a b***h like that down if he heard her say that.
23 is still young enough. With improvements you could end up with someone.
8 months ago
Anonymous
>"I could see you becoming a serial killer"
I had one woman acquaintance who would sometimes say this to me in groups of our friends (sometimes specifically that I reminded her of the unabomber).
Either she was oblivious to what a severe insult it is, or she for some reason really disliked me and wanted to deliver an insult it was difficult to respond to without coming off autistic or over-sensitive (creep trap), but one time I just said "haha yeah, me too" and stared her into the eyes.
She stopped doing it after that.
8 months ago
Anonymous
>just said "haha yeah, me too" and stared her into the eyes. >She stopped doing it after that.
Yeah people don't say that to people they really believe it about. It's always an insult, and you don't insult a sociopath unless you're one too.
It's the same thing with gaslighting b***hes, if they say you imagined the shit that just happened, let them know you can lean into a psychosis defense.
8 months ago
Anonymous
It's okay to have the urge, anon. Just because you have the urge doesn't mean you need to do something about it.
8 months ago
Anonymous
>because of the reactions I get from people in social situations in which the topic of romance or dating is raised
What reaction is that?
8 months ago
Anonymous
When they realize they brought up that kind of thing around me they'll try to change the subject and if they realize I'm trying to propose myself as a hypothetical romantic partner they either think I'm joking or become disgusted or scared. It's depressing enough when it happens that I actively avoid the topic or make excuses to leave the room when it comes up.
I would never willingly put myself in your position. I’d kill the b***h if she wanted to sleep around on me. I’ve been cheated on far too much to let that slide.
There hasn't been a girl I wasn't able to get.
I have a 100% record with the women I dated.
If it lasted only 1 or 2 dates, it was because I was not impressed.
I blew my chances with my dream girl last year. Problem is I'm friends with her brothers and so everytime I see them I think about her and get really sad.
l have bad dreams almost every night about shitty things l did in my past or girls l used to know. l have a gf but cant tell her about it just have to pretend l'm tired and didnt sleep well.
I'm not attracted to my gf anymore and I'm only biding my time to dump her without hurting her, and to be able to move out immediately. I'm irredeemable
I've come to a realisation I'm a spendthrift after going through my expenditure last month. I've basically spend through my allowance last month. I'm practically broke.
But you know, it's funny. My dad's an absolute miser and I'm the complete opposite. I'd like to think I'm like this as a sort of retaliation against my upbringing. My dad would never spend a cent on anything unless it was an emergency or something was broken. He'd never even buy an ice cream on a hot day if we were outside. Anytime I had to ask for even a little bit of cash to go out, I had to give a lecture or presentation on why I deserved to get that money. Most of the time, the time the proposal was rejected.
I think I'll try to find work on some freelancing gig while I study.
I have been icecreammaxxing this whole summer everyday 2 scoops.
I have less than $200 in my checking account at the end of each month and make minimum wage.
I just realized I never have a problem. Society taught me to cry when I have a problem, but deep down I would just solve it without crying. I don't even like to cry when someone pass away. They passed away. Yeah, we release sadness because we'll miss them but to change my life completely because someone I love died? I don't think so. Life goes on.
I feel the only way I can become a man is to embody the "black knight" archetype ig
Being noble and skilled but also dangerous, kidnap the princess and lock her in your castle type of shit
Cringe and sounds dumb but idk, only way I can verbalise these feelings
My wife’s fellatio of another man suspends my consciousness outside of my face in a panoramic view. My therapist says lifting helps, so here I am at the pull up bar: my arms and legs are sore, my brain is slow and dull. Ten trillion tons of infidelity eviscerates what joy I can harvest from staring at myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. Not a good day boys.
Am I just an NPC? I'm boring and have little to talk about with other people. Yeah, I keep a diary, but an NPC shouldn't have too much problems just copypasting its programming, right?
Thinking that you're boring is less indicative of how interesting you are and more indicative that you don't have an overly elevated opinion of yourself.
I think that it's more likely that you are an interesting person, but because of that you've never felt it necessary to develop the ability to present yourself as an interesting person.
Most people I believe develop early on this skill of pretending to be more interesting than they are and that they lead more meaningful lives than they actually do.
An "NPC" would never even ask themselves the questions you're asking yourself now.
true, i realized recently that my friend exaggerates some situations from his life to make himself more interesting or to prove some point from before in conversation.
For example we were walking through the street and some pretty girl slipped up which caused 10 year old boys on the opposite to laugh at her.
And he then changed this while presenting annectode, that it was not a boy, but another pretty girl laughing, just to make some point about women jealousy etc.
It was not isolated incident in his case, and i started to wonder how much of things he told me was exaggerated and how much of it was straight up lie.
And i started hating him for this.
A good story is about 75% fact 25% bullshit with some play in the margins. You stick to the who the what the where with little deviation so you’re above reproach and sprinkle in some hollywood magic to garner interest. No story is 100% truth and those that are aren’t much in the way of stories, just recounting of facts. Of course there’s a limit to how much exaggeration one is afforded before the story becomes a fable, and a fable isn’t of interest to anyone above age 8.
8 months ago
Anonymous
right but why tell stories during social gatherings instead of recounting of facts? Are everyone on the joke and know they are listening to fiction?
I am a bottom of the barrel low status loser in every environment: school, university, the workplace.
At school I didn't go to prom and there were multiple parties that most of the year went to in the final year of school that I wasn't even invited to. I wasn't invited to the final day of school barbecue.
At university I had zero friends or social experiences the entire time. I sat alone in every lecture, etc. I disliked my subject and gained nothing intellectually.
At all of my jobs I become the ugly loser nobody talks to within a few days of starting. This was true for part time jobs, office jobs, and work from home jobs.
No woman has ever been attracted to me and I've never been on a date. I'm everythingless, apart from with prostitutes. I'm facially ugly, not quite Aryan, and have zero charisma. The looks blackpill has been obvious to me for almost a decade.
I'm in my early/mid-30s now, with a totally pointless but ok paying work from home job. I have no passions or productive hobbies. I don't majorly enjoy anything. I haven't been abroad for over a decade. I haven't been on a holiday in my entire adult life, barring a few days in different cities.
I was treated like shit by a few previous managers. I almost always fail any process that involves any subjective judgement of me by others.
I'm not stupid to believe in (or mentally weak enough to have to believe in) any philosophies or religions.
>I base my status on making friends in grade school >I base my status on making friends in college >I base my status on making friends when I'm supposed to b working, whether it be school work or wage slavery >I break the law to have sex and view it as something that drags my status down
thing that are dragging you down for real >no hobbies >no interests >no effort made to make friends
hint: making friends is as easy as loading up your favorite video game, walking up to someone who looks about the same skill as you or lower, inviting them to team/co-op/party/guild/etc. and talking to them with as much care as you put in your post.
or doing the same at a bar or fair or at work or event or social gathering or con or anything else.
if the Catholic church recognizes the baptisms of other churches as legitimate, doesn't that mean they recognize their clergy as legitimate, as having received apostolic succession and all the authority that implies? if that's the case, shouldn't it follow that they should also recognize the sacraments of other churches? how can the Roman church acknowledge, for example, an Anglican baptism, but not their communion?
John the Baptist was preparing people to receive the holy ghost when it arrived and the holy ghost was transferred from the apostles to the people when it was time. The only exception I can think of was when Jesus died and the holy ghost came down on the apostles at once so they may spread it onto other people.
The thought of being rich and the realisation that I'll never be a multimillionaire is ruining my life. It's all I think about all day and it stresses me the frick out, it's all I want yet I'll never have it.
Why do you think you'll never be multimillionaire? Like, why? Since you're wasting your energy by stressing about it why not at least look up how to be a millionaire? I mean, if it's about learning a little math, some business jargons, looking up how a bank work, it may actually be possible even if you don't have a lot of money, I mean Google is free
>why not at least look up how to be a millionaire?
If this was possible then everyone would be a millionaire.
As for why I don't believe I'll ever be a millionaire, it's extremely difficult, it requires being smarter than 99% of people which is something I'll never be. I'm a highschool drop out who never passed a single class other than P.E. and who fails P.E.? I'm not good with numbers, I'm not good with business, I don't have any ground breaking ideas, I'm very moronic, I have next to no work ethic and the biggest contributor to becoming a wealthy person is wealth which is something that I don't come from and something that I've never had. I'm simply not built to be a millionaire. I could study and work for the rest of my life, I could read all the books from millionaires on how to become rich, I could learn the stock market and forex and I would still never be rich.
Also, the only other way to become rich is to become successful in a creative medium i.e. writing, film, music, art etc. and I'm just not creative or good enough for any of those things.
If you just allow punishing crimes with lashings and so on instead of prison
1. you don't have to spend gorillions on prisons
2. you can literally get it done in an afternoon, after which the now redeemed criminal can return to the workforce.
This is like milions upon milions of possible hours of labor that we are denying ourselves, apart from the waste of all the spending on prisons.
I appreciate they get it rough but do you honestly think spending I don't know-- 5 years with 100% certainty away from the market helps? That's 5 years that could be spent more productively
Do you think lashing someone is gonna change them?
8 months ago
Anonymous
does prison change people? I really don't know. Also: maybe, I guess. Either way they'll probably hate it and not want to go through it again.
8 months ago
Anonymous
>does prison change people?
Depending on how it's done, yes. Prison is meant for rehabilitation, not punishment. This is a stat that I just looked up. "Norways rate of recidivism — the number of people who return to prison after release — is 20%. In contrast, two-thirds of the nearly 7.6 million released from American jails and prisons each year will be rearrested." Norwegian prisons also don't punish criminals for trying to escape because that's just naturally what the prisoners are gonna wanna do, that would be like punishing someone for drinking water.
What are your thoughts on pursuing degrees, undergraduate or graduate, in your 30s? Really successful people seem to not have to do that. I wonder if it’s simply because they already did it or because if they were in those shoes, they would just find something better to do.
Idgaf. I personally would pursue new degrees if I have the money even when I'm old. Who knows there's something new to learn? I mean, many years ago AI isn't even believable, now it exist. You can see how it made some knowledge and technology obsolete.
We must have enough confidence and not think about what others do. Really successful people do whatever the frick they want, they didn't care what Joe or Janette thinks. If you think a degree would be valuable, like what Nike says, Just Do It.
I have one last year to shave off my graduate degree and I don't see myself returning to school anytime soon. I don't know about successful people but I'd rather polish a career or change career using a company internal programs than pursuing degrees all my life. College time has been harrowing. And reading, relaxing after work, being able to spend time with friends and not have to study or complete a last-minute project is priceless. I'd pursue another degree if I had to but I made sure to pursue a degree with professional ventures so hopefully I won't need this.
I wonder if I'd even stick around in these threads once I make it. IQfy I'll still visit, but this thread is filled with depressed people, more so than usually today.
Can you blame people for being depressed these days?
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Kind of yes.
But I don't dislike them for it. I remember spending time on LULZ like 8 years ago and it looks a lot like it in some ways. I left that board and never looked back. These threads have me feeling somewhat similar now.
8 months ago
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>Kind of yes.
Why? The world has gone to shit and it's only getting worse every day, I can't think of anything to be happy about.
8 months ago
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Deal with what you're given.
You could've been born in Brazil or Mexico. I know the situation is not great in the west but I cannot stand people who choose to lay down and mope about the hand they've been dealt.
8 months ago
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>You could've been born in Brazil or Mexico
Saying that you're not allowed to be depressed because other people have it worse is and always will be dumb. If that were the case then there would only ever be one depressed person in the world. You can still be depressed despite people having it worse than you.
8 months ago
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What do you have to be "depressed" about? Really. In these threads, it's always some shit like, "my job is easy and pays decently but it's just not MEANINGFUL" or "I don't have any REAL friends." Count your blessings you stupid b***h. If you go looking for reasons to feel bad of course you're going to find them.
8 months ago
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I don't go looking for reasons, the reasons come to me. Rent is getting more expensive and wages aren't rising to match it, shopping is getting more expensive despite it not needing to which means it's getting harder for me to eat, both of these things are stressing me out which makes it harder for me to sleep which fricks up my mental health and fuel is getting more expensive just to name a few. Like I said, I don't go looking for these problems, they affect my every day life.
8 months ago
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That wasn't my point, baby.
Depressed people in the west have plenty of ways out of it. If you're in some Brazil slum it's harder.
The entire point is that i dislike this whiny moping instead of trying to change something about.
8 months ago
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>The entire point is that i dislike this whiny moping instead of trying to change something about.
You should get out of the wwoym mate, it's 80% Linkin Park lyrics tier cringewhine.
8 months ago
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That's what I'm contemplating. But on the other hand I like helping people who are in a shit position. They need to want it though.
8 months ago
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Brazilians and Mexicans are less depressed than troonymericans though...
8 months ago
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>You could've been born in Mexico.
That would have been terrible haha... Can you imagine it?
Why is every rich Indian woman raised in England the same person, and why do they all seem like barely contained psychotics? Actual Indian people don't act like this. Did only a specific caste or ethnic group emigrate to England?
It’s literally because of institutionalization. They’re all pushed through the education system and subsequently corporate employment, especially in fields like consulting, finance, academia, etc. and there’s a long institutionalization process that happens. It changes the person outwardly and makes them uniform. That’s the point. Immigrants are subject to this almost more than anyone because they have to do it to keep their visas.
I've never known the real me. I've tried to be like others because they manage to live just fine therefore they know something that I do not which allows to do it. If I emulate them then maybe I could learn this secret.
I think I finally accept myself as I am. Friendless loser with hobbies that are almost all about consuming media. I have a 7/10 face, good body (cause I'm lifting), but I can't somehow imagine myself in a relationship for more than my 10min romantic fantasies I have right before sleeping. I want to be alone, I want to have my own house I would come back from work where I do most of stuff alone. I want to come back to home where I can read any book, watch any movie, play any game, jerk off to any degenerate porn, shitpost with the most moronic users on this website, and just be alone
Confessing my sins ad nauseum. Looking for catharsis. Or a catalyst for long lasting change.
A year ago today, I graduated. I was confused and disconcerted. Motioned around by external forces. I thought I needed time. To deliberate. Look around, and see what choices I could make. Reclaim agency over my own destiny. How wrong I was.
Immobile for a year. Incapable of making a decision. All the while, panic routinely emerges, and withdraws. Do I go to grad school? Do I look for a job? But the market this. And my embarrassing lack of significant skills. And this, and that. And on and on and on and on and on the inertia continues. And I sink deeper down a tunnel of nothingness.
I can't get into philosophy or politics. Every time when I open someone like Kant or Hegel, I just lose my ability to understand what is written on page. It's like my mind is getting scrambled. Same thing with the Capital.
But I can read both nonfiction and fiction very easily, both in English and my native language. I try to read The Republic and, while I can let wander my mind off of it, getting it together is much easier.
Anytime anyone asks me what I'm doing with my life I feel like a loser. I'm 24, live with my parents, havent had a gf since high school, all my job experience is day labor, and I'm still working on an undergraduate degree in philosophy
Yeah I get all excited at first because I'm back in college for the first tine since covid started. Then I explain I'm a philosophy student at a no name state university and have no idea what career path to take. Its awkward
I wonder if there will be a nursing home boom in 50 years. Usually the elderly are taken care of by family but with the rise of inceldom that isn’t an option. There will be a large group of lonely elderly people with no one to care or support them in decades
Nursing homes filled with wine aunts and incels.
I feel bad for the imported African who gets to take care of them. At least she/he can blow off some steam by beating the shit out of them
The gentleman had hired a young maid of sixteen for the evening, it was her first time; she’d been absinthed up a bit to relax her and fed a fair amount of aphrodisiacs, both in pill and food form. Nevertheless she was still quite antsy about the whole thing, even though the ‘birds and the bees’ had been explained to her by the head madame herself and the bordello nurse.
In any case, when the gentleman caller pulled out his “zizi,” as the madame called the implement of masculine passion to the young girl, she became overpowered with such fright that in a matter of mere seconds she had evacuated an impressively large and well-turned stool into her bloomers, which the gentleman client had not yet managed to dispense with. Surprisingly much pee (fortunately) was not produced during the otherwise mistimed evacuation: meaning the bed was essentially dry. However, the gentleman was not discouraged, as he was very much the live and let live and improvisatory sort and so he simply removed the young girl’s bloomers and its ripely smelling burden; carefully wiped her bum with his kerchief and gently but resolutely proceeded to deflower her.
To wit: after the passage of about an hour of intense whimpering, and difficult but steady progress, the delicate flower was trespassed and with gentle persistence and resolution the majority of the gentleman’s stout and sturdy shaft was able to impose itself within the remarkably tight confines of the untried lassie’s womb. Gentle massages and ministrations to her clitoris eventually and eventfully produced a boisterous and noisy inaugural orgasm, coupled with tears and what sounded even like an uncontrolled fart or two. Following which the young girl’s quim became a sort of autonomous spasmodic sucking or suctioning engine, a signal clear of the manifestation of multiple orgasms of overwhelming intensity in the apprentice trollop, and even before the cessation of the rowdy, almost choking, spontaneous spasmings of her womb, it appeared the sweet thing had thoroughly passed out from the great big upheaval that it all represented: i.e. from a surfeit of sensations, the unprecedented activation and intensity of passions, coupled with an almost equally strong emotion of fear and embarrassment. The gentleman, for his part, took his time, but was also able to copiously inseminate the nubile creature, indeed while pressed against the very entrance to the womb proper (or so he suspected).
However he was awakened from his sensual reverie by the distinct odor of fresh ordure–this is when he remembered that the girl had been overpowered with such fright upon seeing the fulsome dimensions of his apparatus that she had quickly torpedoed into her bloomers a turd of ironically almost equivalent size and girth to the utensil that had caused the fright in the first place. In any case the ripe and pungent object clearly needed dealing with, so the gentleman rang the nurse’s bell and when she quickly entered he readily explained to her the succession of events. She apologized profusely on behalf of the house and matron, yet he assured her that it had frankly been no great impediment, as the apprentice trollop had fortunately not concomitantly micturated a great deal.
The nurse adeptly removed the solidly formed and impressively girthed defecation and the stained bloomers (which she placed for safe keeping in a tightly lidded tin box), then returned for the still unconscious girl, so she could begin the latter’s post-coital ablutions. However before she could finally depart the gentleman caller made an unusual request, to say the least, which considering the weighty and pungent foibles that had embarrassingly befallen the respected client, she had little choice but to acquiesce to.
He asked the nurse (or maid as she was otherwise called) that she lift her skirt and present to him her corpulent but well-shaped bottom. This she did. Then he had her move her bloomers to the side and spread her pale, downy, and very carnally appointed cheeks and thereby the brownish puckered orifice that marked their very center. Then he gently, slowly, one might even say decorously, insinuated his ring finger into said orifice, almost to the very root of his finger. Well, as one can imagine, the maid could not but blush and moan out at this intrusion, regardless of how concretely foreseen and agreed to the prodding of her fundament had been, and her face became almost red as a rose when she detected that the gentleman’s merry finger had hit upon her own likewise seemingly impressively-sized turd (which was, of course, entirely ensconced within her), but which she as yet had been unable to produce, it having been stuck in her, like a hefty and irksome anchor, all the live long day, since morning.
The gentleman finding himself satisfied, extracted his now quite pungent digit and allowed for the nurse to excuse herself. Fortunately for her, the gentleman caller’s unforseen digital stimulation of her fundament and its contents gave her gut just the necessary impetus to finally evacuate the massive and well-formed turd into a porcelain bowl soon after. It too was tinned and prepared for auctioning at the bordello’s commissary, perhaps even as a two-for-one deal, incorporating the erstwhile maiden’s last maidenly poo (and to be sure one hardly less impressive in dimensions and quality of form than the nurse’s own).
All I do around my siblings is complaining about my parents and all I do around my parents is complaining about my siblings, so they're too busy fighting each other to fight me. I do this in order to eventually become a sole inheritor to both the house and the ranch.
Base your style on your favorite 19th/early 20th writer if you're capable, as is the summit and apex literary style in English. The ideas will flow all but inexorably if you have the style down.
i have discovered my true nemesis is my brain
very difficult information to cope with
should i take magic mushrooms?
fight club maybe makes more sense
is it better than the matrix?
i doubt it, or do i?
i dont even know myself anymore
maybe i never did
I'm high. I know I'm high because I am pulsing with my heart beat. My mouth is awful. Dry. I need to get some of the special gum I got for this occasion. A friend visiting my roommate comes up stairs and I talk words at him. It is worst than my regular slurring of words. I can feel my reflexes dulled and I ask the Alexa how much left on the 1 hour timer.
I need to move my body and go get the gum.
Dude c'mon there's no need for secrecy here. I mean to me it seems obvious. You emotionally overreacted to a bit of weedized fluids. For a man that's not normal.
8 months ago
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But I ain't a man you see. I'm just trying to finish America gods
8 months ago
Anonymous
Of course you are a man. Man is a rational being, rational enough to support weed. The issue is clearly another, you're just falsely accusing a catalyst for it.
8 months ago
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Ok, then yes I used my penis man power to decide to go to the legal local recreational and purchase a beverage for the soul (sole, ha) purpose of fricking around and finding out.
Your response to weed is similar to mine. Most people I know say this is nothing like their experience, they say it just makes them feel chilled out and so on. I don't know if it's a good idea for people who have this hyper awareness high to do it too often or at too high doses.
I feel like the truest form of myself when I'm reading books.
In everything else I do, there's a layer of fiction to it. I'll be talking to a family member or cleaning my bathroom, and no matter what else I'm thinking at the time, in the back of my head I also think "I can't wait until the next time I read and I get to be the real me again."
Even when I'm lying in my bed before I sleep I don't feel as whole. It's close but it's a few inches incomplete.
The idea of spending a week without anything to read makes me feel naked. I'm happy I live in an era where I can read piles and shelves and endless mountains of books for free. If I was born in the middle ages and only had a few scrolls or was illiterate I imagine I'd have shot myself with a crossbow by now.
Am I unprincipled, or am I just lonely? I fantasize about making anarcho-communist friends one minute and then dream of being a hard working patriarchal fascist the other
I think I'm in love with my best friend, but he is straight and has a girlfriend. I don't want to ruin our friendship, so I've always tried to keep it a secret, but I'm afraid he could find out at any time soon. He does know I'm a gay, and has even asked me why I don't find a bf, but I always laugh about it, and attribute it to my shyness. We've known each other for about 6 years. I'm cool with his gf, we even talk from time to time and get along quite well, but I can't help but feel intense pain and sadness whenever I see them together.
Sketching out a reply for a friend. Don't mind me.
Of course, "the Buddhists said it first", but that is not the point. Rather, recall that the Continentals also claim that their misappropriation constitutes the "true" (even the original proper) reading, that their Epistemic frame of repetition, retroactivity, reinterpretation, etc. is purported as nothing but original. Here, perhaps, one might see something showing through: that, indeed, the Buddhist Epistemic frame of linearity, iteration, general equivalence, etc. would be hopeless without the Continental frame, as hopeless as the Continental frame would be without the Buddhist one. No Philosophizing: Continentalism needs this "pagan" substrate to "cut" itself from just as Buddhism needs this "productive" edifice to "become" anything (recall that Buddhism in the West has always been coextensive with German Idealism, Industrialism, etc.; the critique that Buddhism largely entered the West as a tool of Power, so-called Zen being the perfect supplement to "late" Capitalism, misses the forest for the trees). I am put in the awkward position of agreeing with you more than you do. If, indeed, there is no Lacanian seminar without the Pali Canon (as you say), this constitutes a remarkable impasse wherein the reverse should be true, per both positions' tenets, but (as we can see) a reverse that both sides would rather die than acknowledge. If there is no Pali Canon without the Lacanian seminar then I'm afraid that neither side can deny their total complicity, a complicity in and of a cogency, an intentionalism, the denial of which is vital (and equally, at that) to their Philosophical coherence. From the perverse side, obviously, the Différence produces and, moreover, falls into, what it claims to differentiate itself from (this applies just as much to occult Différence, that precedes what it differentiates, as it does to difference in the common sense). From the charitable side, obviously, the Dependent Origination effectively summons or even creates the Godhead that it claims unreal. Finally, if you were to map the distinction claimed by Différence and Dependent Origination, in and of their respective Philosophies, onto a (indeed, deliberately uncharitable) blueprint of signifier-signified, you would triangulate my thesis on the Baudrillardean corpus--and if you would take Différence and Dependent Origination as metonyms of their respective Philosophies and simply confess that they, too, fall through each other, you would likewise triangulate my thesis of Black Gnosticism being prominently Baudrillardean.
I just came across the perfect girl on Tinder and I want to swipe on her so bad but the only thing stopping me is that she's a little chubby and you can tell that she's the type that will blow up when she gets older and I have no interest in being in a relationship with a whale.
>husband has no friends >never bothered me as it seems like he never cared for it. And I guess my friends became his social life. >overheard him talking to our kids (all under 6 btw) >they're asking him why they were born or something >he says to them he doesn't have any friends because he always felt people thought he was odd, so he wanted a big family so they had to be his friends.
Why does this make me laugh and want to cry at the same time. The way he said it I felt like there was some truth to it. And why doesn't he consider me his friend? When the kids asked if I was his friend he said I was his helper but that he doesn't have friends.
>And why doesn't he consider me his friend
I don't think it's possible for a family member to be a friend, maybe he feels the same way. Don't take that as a bad thing though.
poem i wrote some time ago when i was not able to sleep.
In cold hard bed i lay at night
While mind is forming frightful sights
Which i perceive as moving pictures
Camera i wish so long to shut
Like closed curtains of my eyes
To not project film of desires and dream
That are lost and cannot be found.
I have a weird tendency where I really enjoy taking in information and researching stuff, but I'm not actually super passionate about any of the skills, tasks or hobbies that much outside of the learning period. I'm not sure what to make of it because while it seems really useful to enjoy learning and retaining a bunch of information at once, there's not really a hobby or career path I can use it for in its purest form other than maybe trying to win quiz show or other hokey shit
I'm the exact same. For my entire life, I've been bugging the shit out of my mum with random trivia that I learn, it doesn't matter if it's about a bug or Owen Wilson trying to kill himself. I feel bad whenever I scroll past a short-form content video if it's about something educational because I feel like I should be learning as much as possible and by skipping that video I might be missing something cool or something that might help me in the future.
Yeah, after the filming of The Darjeeling Limited, it's why he wasn't at any of the media shit afterwards. Learning about his suicide attempt and knowing of Robin Williams killing himself has made me think a lot about rich people and depression.
8 months ago
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>rich people and depression
why do they do this? they're financially set for life.
8 months ago
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That's not even the part that confuses me, I can understand why someone would have mental health issues despite being rich, what confuses me is why they don't go get the best help possible, like, there is nothing stopping them from going to the best therapist or the best mental health retreat or being anywhere whenever they want with their family or friends. They literally have every solution at their finger tips and they don't utilise them.
8 months ago
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>rich people and depression
why do they do this? they're financially set for life.
In Owen Wilsons case it was an almost terminal case of being a homosexual and a simp. Although to be fair to him I too would consider the wrong end of a gun if I got cucked by Dax Shepard.
My first serious long term girlfriend was a stereotypical hot girl. She was the hottest girl I knew, or at least I thought so and she had a wild and crazy personality and fricked up life to go with it. That ended badly so I went for the stereotypical nice girl after that. She was so not crazy that it was almost crazy. Her family life wasn’t fricked up or anything, but they were a pretty working class rural rednecky family. That also ended badly, and that one actually me feel more black pilled than the first. I haven’t really met anyone since then but even if I had, I don’t know what I’d do because now I have a pretty negative opinion of relationships and maybe even women overall.
honestly I just want to get some halal investment going, but I'm tired all the time and I can't focus and you should probably focus when you're making large investment decisions. People think interest is just fine, well, now we got inflation and a recession all at once, and people are paying like four times the interest they were paying a year ago on their homes, they're paying figures that should be busting budgets all around. Not a problem, no sir.
I have no idea what it would mean to have a modern financial system without interest, but still.
i'm a Protestant who's starting to develop an interest in the liturgical calendar and feast days. unfortunately these are things that receive little attention in most Protestant churches and i don't know of any resources for learning more about them. the next coming feast day of example, the Exaltation of the Holy Cross, how do i observe that? what do i do? do i fast the day before? are there specific prayers i should say? any Catholics/Orthodox willing to explain this to me?
i don't understand. so for the upcoming Exaltation of the Cross, no meat besides fish and no cooking oil for a week prior? so starting from the 7th?
The liturgical year is closely related to the liturgy. In the same way, the best way to learn about the liturgy is to actually observe it, the same is true of the liturgical year. You join a church, find a spiritual father who can guide your questions, and you understand the meaning of the calendar along the way. That said, there are many, many books on the liturgical year. It’s almost hard to recommend just one. I am a baptized Catholic but years ago I read a book called The Year of the Grace of Our Lord which was written by an anonymous Eastern Orthodox monk which I found interesting. There’s another book which I haven’t read, but have read positive reviews for and that’s The Liturgical Year: The Spiraling Adventure of the Spiritual Life.
yeah i'm starting to realize this might be too complicated for me to understand from anything i read online. i was thinking of starting to attend Catholic weekday masses and talking to a local priest about some things i want to learn about anyway, in fact i'd planned on starting tomorrow, i suppose i can ask the clergy there. i still plan on attending my current church on Sundays since i have certain significant reservations about Catholicism and i don't see conversion in my future
It’s really not that complicated. I think it’s just very different from the sort of thing you’re used to as a Protestant. My only real warning about going to a Catholic Church is that it’s gotten harder to find the right church. Personally, I’ve grown more sympathetic to Orthodoxy. But that’s me.
The liturgical year is closely related to the liturgy. In the same way, the best way to learn about the liturgy is to actually observe it, the same is true of the liturgical year. You join a church, find a spiritual father who can guide your questions, and you understand the meaning of the calendar along the way. That said, there are many, many books on the liturgical year. It’s almost hard to recommend just one. I am a baptized Catholic but years ago I read a book called The Year of the Grace of Our Lord which was written by an anonymous Eastern Orthodox monk which I found interesting. There’s another book which I haven’t read, but have read positive reviews for and that’s The Liturgical Year: The Spiraling Adventure of the Spiritual Life.
that happens to all the people whos personality is built around one thing.
To be frank, it's not even literature specifically, but rather the humanities in general. I hate that I have to share this hobby with people as moronic as the people who are "into the arts" or "reading books". They are like copypasted AI personalities, hundreds upon hundreds of agent smithes from the matrix.
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To be frank, it's not even literature specifically, but rather the humanities in general. I hate that I have to share this hobby with people as moronic as the people who are "into the arts" or "reading books". They are like copypasted AI personalities, hundreds upon hundreds of agent smithes from the matrix.
The problem is that topics like painting, books or science/math are considered high-brow culture and associated with cultured people, so anyone that's into "books" i.e. "I read harry potter and other pop literature slop" thinks they are smart and cultured because they have the same hobby smart and cultured people have.
Music doesn't have this problem because there's a clear divide between formal music, folk music and pop music, the average person knows that. In literature, the average person will put young-adult literature and classic literature in the same category just because (for them) they are books regardless of their quality or topics.
I had been placed in command of thirty israelites, and had been charged with making them suffer. Such was the order from Colonel Muller. I began by waiting until the israeli Sabbath day, allowing them to come and go as they pleased from the barracks; assigning no real tasks for them, and then presented myself in their doorway on that very morning,
"It is the Sabbath," I said, in German. And they said, "yes, so it is," and I flexed my thrashing stick in my hands and sneered, "and so, you," and I pointed to one of them at random, "will turn on the light switch," and I laughed.
As if like a man of sixty arms, sixty legs and thirty mouths they began to protest.
I turned my head to the attending guardsmen, "do you see," I hissed, in German, "after centuries of financial exploitation by the israelites, now, here, today - we at last have our revenge!" and the guardsman clutched their submachineguns with pride, "yes," said Guardsman Zuckerberg, "it is all leading up to this!"
I strutted into the middle of the group of israelites, "what is wrong?" I asked, prodding at them with my thrashing stick, "what is so difficult about turning on a light switch?"
They implored that it was the israeli Day of Rest and thus no work was permitted, and I asked why, and they explained that in their culture they were elite members of society who ought be served by slaves and I chuckled and said that that was rather a silly and primitive superstition they had inherited, and they agreed with this but added, "even so," and they went on in this manner until I began to lose my temper.
At last I took one by the hand and dragged him to the light switch, taking his finger, carefully so as not harm him, and pushed it upon the light switch.
The barrack illuminated and it was as it he had been truck by lighting, as he cried aloud, spun all around and swooned into the arms of his colleagues, mumbling hebrew prayers until his breath and he spluttered and choked. His colleagues looked at me with upside-down mouths and pitiable eyes, as if to say, "you inhuman monster."
"Enough!" I shouted, raising my hand to calm the situation, "I shall return next week, on the Sabbath, and again we will play this little game," and I turned and marched from the barracks, my guardsmen clicked their heels and followed.
I had no real awareness that I was supposed to be working these men to death and turning them into hand soap, this information did not come to me until several months into my posting when Colonel Muller summoned me into his office and asked what the hell i was playing at.
My indecisive behavior has reached a peak recently. I had several opportunities before me to change my life, but I wasn't able to override the embodied sensation of uncertainty and apprehension in order to choose one. This distress led me to plunge downwards to the familiar old degeneracies, the comfy old wretchedness.
Instead of climbing to new heights, I knock myself back down to old depths that I know I have the ability to return from, allowing myself to simulate personal growth on a smaller time scale.
Age of consent laws shouldn't exist.
Yes and no, it would wager it should be ultimately up to fathers who their daughters should date or marry. Most dads liked me.
Anyways, I’ve come to the conclusion that my economic beliefs are half scripture half realism. You shouldn’t hoard wealth or property but you also shouldn’t covet what is not yours, which should also work in tandem with how the international stage is set up, who your allies and who your rivals are. I feel this should make the most sense.
bitches
Life is wonderful. Life is comfy. The sky is pretty, the air smells pleasant. Today I so loved watching the morning light through the curtains while I sat in my chair with a book at my elbow. I broke up with my gf two weeks ago and my joyfulness returned instantly.. perhaps I’m just happiest alone.
I want a long, slow task that forces me to be disciplined. Does anyone have any ideas. Kind of inspired by the memers who write the bible out by hand as if they are Charles fricking Dickens!
Try digging a really deep, perfectly round hole
Read Payot, Education of the Will and Eliade on Yoga
Start doing transcendental meditation immediately, just do the method and pick a neutral mantra instead of trying to be epic. Use Acem which is literally TM that doesn't charge the stupid fee, or Benson's Relaxation Response which is an even more neutral version of it. Do it for 90 days to see results. It teaches you how to meditate.
If you want a long slow task make it a useful one. Write out Greek, Latin, or Sanskrit morphology until you memorize it.
You will never have a real ethnostate
I have never, ever seen a succesful, well-adjusted or admirable person share self-help tips or quotes.
does Eliade talks about physical yoga (hatha yoga) in this book?
When I was in my late teens, somehow I got into my head the idea that I can exercise my mind like I do my body.
I thought that the most powerful way to train my brain is via memorization + problem solving.
So what I would do is memorize a sudoku grid, just like pic related and go for walk. During the walk I would solve the puzzle in my head. I'd come back home and just write down the answers.
In the beginning I was awfully slow at this but after a while I got really really good at it.
No, I did not become smarter, but I guess it was fun
Learn a musical instrument. That’s what taught me to be disciplined.
I've noticed that most people are bold-faced liars that gate keep almost anything for the sake of their own ego. Many times in my life I believed people that would say that doing this or that was too hard and required talent or special courses - it actually put me off trying many things and delayed my progress somewhat, assuming others were somehow born with some essence that I wasn't. Then I just cut out the noise and focused, matters of art - traditional art and then digital art; 3D modelling, UV mapping, retopology. Then it happened again with language learning, "you can't teach yourself with free content, you need to go to classes". Lies, I learned by myself using free content. Same goes for programming also, I did study that in university though, but most of the actual programming knowledge and skills I have is from what I found out myself, the moment where it 'clicked' for me was in my own room alone, not in a classroom with what the lecturers provided. I learned most paid content is just that, almost any topic requires you yourself to put in hours and hours in the dark alone, no one can hold your hand, and a lot of people that push certain courses are fricking liars who probably are not that great at the thing they are known for and just selling a service. Most self proclaimed experts I've met also haven't read as much in their field as you would expect, and sometimes it is cringeworthy when you catch someone lying at a networking event, they can bullshit the other bullshitters though. Through self discovery I learned that meditation is actually important - not any specific meditation practice of a particular religion - but being quiet with no external input and letting your mind just be without focusing on any thoughts. Boredom is also underrated, if you never feel bored you are probably constantly chasing stimulation, next time you feel bored watch yourself and see what your tendencies are, if you feel uncomfortable and feel an urge to do some pointless task like scroll social media or watch youtube videos about things you don't really care about then you are the kind of person that will benefit the most from sitting in silence and fighting the intrusive thoughts. You don't need to read self-help books - I have read many. Just have some time each day where you are in silence not being stimulated, and then work on your goals/tasks with a timer set with your phone in another room. From those things alone you have got the core message of most self help content - be in your own mind focused, and do what you need to do. You will feel uncomfortable but like meditation you do not follow those thoughts and just continue doing what you need to do.
thanks for sharing this, it actually motivated me i'm pretty young got a phone at my late 17's but still fell into the addiction of scrolling through social media and watching long videos and end up having awfull focus, difficulty reading and falling behind with my watching 100 movies project (i'm at 74) and want to learn so many things (coding, 2d animation and sculpture)
so yeah thank you i really needed someone to tell me that everyone can do it if we can put enough work into it
i have decided to view all of my problems as a struggle between myself and demons, that way every time i succeed it'll be a victory against a horrible external enemy and evidence of God working in my life. i reject any biopsychosocial model to explain my problems; it's all demons
>running over kids crossing the street because they're making you late for work
TAKE THAT DEMONS
POST THE LINK IN THE OLD THREAD YOU SACK OF SHIT
Holy shit
wasn't wrong, /tg/ mods are ridiculous. That's a shame, it was my favorite board way back when. Guess it's modded by some troony discord Black person now.
Other people can depend on me but I cannot depends on them. They always disappoint.
The costco gas line causes me so much rage
It's September my dudes
Time to boogie
I feel sad. I don't know what to do
autumn sadness?
Cry? Play videogames? Stare at women?
I find it entertaining to observe the broken skin of walled women when they have no children.
what are your results of such observation?
Mister Metokur’s health problems make me feel as though God doesn’t exist.
I have to get a new tire right now. It's a very nice distratction, I'm enjoying the dilemma. I also thought it was a good idea to text a girl I want to badly have sex with her.
My university is hosting a group therapy for people who form unhealthy attatchments. Thinking I'm gonna go find a gf there
>listining to normalgay problems
I couldnt do group therapy
the way motherhod is treated in the Eumenides is an inversion of Marian theology.... 600 years before it could have existed
agape at the end of the world
When I hear my name called in a slightly raised pitch by a family member I literally feel my stomach drop and my hands start trembling. Sometimes I hear them in my head shouting my name like a very terrible thing happened which I am expected to fix even though I can't. I guess it's PTSD. But just really hate people calling my name in general. I wish I could be Anonymous.
You should read The Body Keeps the Score
I want a troony to ride my wiener cowgirl style whilst her wiener spins around like a helicopter and none of you hateful homosexuals can convince me that’s a bad thing.
Same
That's just your horny brain talking. Beyond the fetish there is no point in dating or having sex with trans women. They're literally men wearing female's clothes and you know this. 99% of men can't admit they're dating transwomen to their family for this simple reason
Bentham, says Mill, habitually missed the truth that is in received opinions; that at any rate, I suggest, is what the satirist does and must do. He must, whether deliberately or no, miss precisely those aspects of the ignoble thing which in fact make it endurable to the non-satiric everyday eye: that is, he must ignore the explanation of the thing satirized — how it came to be, its history. It is a fact of experience that tout comprendre c’est tout pardonner, and the satirist ex officio cannot pardon, so he must decline to understand all and explain all. Satire is by nature non-constructive, since to construct effectively — to educate, for example, to reform, or to evangelize — one must study actual situations and actual persons in their historical setting, and this kind of study destroys the satiric approach.
How old do you need to be to truly miss the mark in finding your passion in life?
At some point you become way too indoctrinated into the everyday to even have
time for stuff like that. My guess is that early-mid 20's are your last shot at discovering
something meaningful to do with your life. This feeling won't last forever and sooner or
later, I'll probably become content with my empty existence. Unless I have kids or smthn.
5 years old
bugmen mentality
Mid 20s are all morons
I suspect it’s 30 only because I’ve not found any historical examples where that’s not the case. The closest is Cromwell, who didn’t serve in parliament until he was in his 30s and didn’t serve in the military until he was in his 40s.
Depends on if you want to become an expert at that thing/make a living with it or if you just want something to keep you entertained in your free time.
what are your estimates for those two
I think we have to keep in mind that we live in unusual times. The average life span for a man is much longer than it’s been in the past and the transition from adolescence to adulthood not only delayed but blurred. In the past, a man was expected to be more or less a man by the time he was twenty. Today, a man is expected to become a man at some unspecified point before say thirty. I believe that history is the best guide that we have. And I think you find examples of men finding their path in life and becoming great, and I mean truly great, at all ages before thirty. After thirty, I struggle to find many. But that’s not to say they can’t exist. We live in historically exceptional times. I think we should have to have courage to be the historical exceptions ourselves. We are the most conceptually liberated people that have ever existed. The downsides have been talked about as infinitum at this point, but one upside is that we can look at historical examples and take for ourselves what they were, what they had, without concern for our age, late development, etc. simply because we are free to do so. The key is to understand not only limitations but also our possibilities. And I think it there’s one manner of thinking which corresponds to the present age which might have been ungraspable in previous ages it’s that exponential growth always triumphs over linear growth.
When you're dead. Not even my children and grandchildren can stop me from doing parkour at 76 if I wanted to.
>Verification not required
do you guys buy jung's view on dreams?
Carl Jung should just go by Karl Young, it’d read better.
>you share a piece of art that you worked on. could be a story, a book, a song, or an even an impassioned essay about a specific subject
>the first response you receive is a variation of ''lol nobody cares''
There is not a SINGLE person on IQfy who could response to that without sounding mad
>you can't post SpongeBob in response to SpongeBob
but what if it's sad Patrick?
If I was to give a moral picture of the Aryan, it's the humble man of virtue who seeks the fulfillment of his needs in peace. However, when the occasion comes that another subject violates his untouchable rights, hundreds must die.
Depends on what you define as aryan. If you mean steppe herders, they were actually pretty peaceful compared to other nomads or even agroculturalists of their time. I wouldn't say humble but not boastful either. More like simple (they were illiterate nomads after all)
I’m quitting my job on my Monday. I’ll have to find a rental that doesn’t require a proof of income, but whatever. I mostly just regret staying so long in this dead end job track. I don’t really mind having done it, but I really mind having done it for so long.
What is the best translation of the Illiad?
Is pope any good?
>claims nihilism
>appeals to epistemic values of coherence and immediately sets up an entire framework of normativity to insult others for not living up to these ideals
I must reiterate: gay. You can't think, you can't reason. You contradict yourself performatively in a matter of seconds but you are too dumb to see it.
Feel free to stay "nihilist" (i.e., a sadgay) however, no skin off my dick.
>what do you think one "should" do if one is depressed
Stop making extremely unconvincing and poor attempts at hypostasizing it as some metaphysical and inescapable truth of cosmic decline when it is solely an expression of personal and individual sadgayging.
Deadlifts and cardio would cure it and dissipate it immediately. This truth causes actual rage, because the sadgay who hypostasizes his depression into a metaphysical principle with universal application takes great, foolish pride in his banal and easily curable suffering.
These sadgays are the most boring npcs on IQfy. I have had the displeasure of interacting with hundreds of them throughout the years, and they are all the same, all gay, all boring, all banal, and all predictable to a degree that your talk of determinism is actually fitting in the limited sense of applying to these sadgays.
All I dislike should suffer
No humans have been in space. Earth is in space, but humans are not in space but on Earth. If a bowl of water is on the ground, then is the water on the ground? No; the bowl is on the ground, and the water is in the bowl. What about humans in spacecraft in space? The humans are in the spacecraft and not in space. What about humans in spacesuits outside spacecraft in space? The humans are in spacesuits and not in space.
90% of europeans must die
Would you drive several hours abandoning plans to comfort someone you love when they’re scared?
depends on the person's race
yeah
I guess I should then. They didn’t ask me to.
Well when you say "someone you love" I assume this is a developed, long-term love and not just infatuation.
However, if you believe it to be the start of something greater, I would go for it. Go with your gut, anon. I believe in you.
It’s a family member, not a romantic love interest.
I fricked things up for myself.
got rejected once and I'm scared to approach any other girl because of that. my eye is on one girl but she may have a man already but she's otherwise perfect for me
Dating is a numbers game, the more you try the better your odds. And you will also learn to be okay with rejection.
>And you will also learn to be okay with rejection.
That's a lie.
>Dating is a numbers game
Dating is a logical AND gate. It doesn't matter if you want it, or just the other wanting it, both of you must want it, and if that doesn't happen, it'll never work out.
Go to a bar and ask 20 broads to blow you. 19 will smack you, the 20th will agree. Change bars often, so you can have a new woman every night.
I can't take my life anymore, if I try something, it goes totally wrong, if I don't, everything around me turns against me and it all goes totally wrong anyway
I feel like I'm destined to fail, there is no reason to wake up and get out of the bed anymore, I already know what the end of the day will be, I'll feel regret over everything, that's it
I wonder if I'm doing something terrible and life is punishing me for it, but what is my sin then? Is there even any sense to all of this or is it just random chance and there isn't anything I'm doing that is causing it, no moral to be learned, just bad luck
I'm not talking about all the times I fricked up and suffered consequences, I'm talking about giving my best to solve problems and still seeing the same fruit after it
J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter series is the most profound series of books in the whole history of literature, both western and eastern, including all languages.
Prove me wrong. Protip: You can't.
Why?
>Having problem with my computer.
>Post about it on IQfy
>Get banned because tech support questions should apparently be posted to /wsr/ (How moronic)
>Post about it on /wsr/
>Barely anyone responds and none of the answers are helpful
What the frick? Why can't I post about my technology issue on the technology board? Why am I being shipped off to a near-dead board? My issue is never gonna be fixed.
they have dedicated generals on IQfy where you can get tech support, you're just not supposed to make a new thread for your problem
They don't have a general for the problem that I'm having.
what's your major malfunction?
Every time I boot up a high-performance game my ethernet disconnects itself and makes it so I can't play my games. I like fighting games so not having a stable internet connection is not an option.
just post it in the "friendly ___ thread" for whatever OS you use
Thank you, anon, I'll have a look.
Time to reset your computer back to factory settings and get a better router.
You can also use the stupid question general. Usually if it's very stupid you won't get a response though.
Why did you turn on read receipts? I thought that you had me blocked.
Wash your sheets and bedding, dirtball. Hasn’t it been long enough?
I'm a 26 year old with no life and I don't know what to do with my life. I have been offered a free ride to college and I want an easy life, but mentally challenging life. What do I get my degree in?
Engineering. Any engineering.
I was thinking mechanical. Thanks for the bump in confidence.
You ever feel hopeless not because it really hopeless but because the outcome you really want most feels hopeless?
Can you elaborate on this? Do you mean that the outcome that you want the most seems too far out of reach?
Pretty close to that, yeah
There are a lot of lonely guys out there. How can we help them? How can we help eachother?
How can we make it so that even if you're single and your life has no purpose after 30, you still feel like you have a community, friends, a place in the world?
Get rid of technology and force people to be outside again. Why do you think community was such a big thing in the early 2000s and before?
Life has been getting pretty rough lately and not having any regular human contact for the last 2 years was quite a struggle! I also have no one to talk to but I guess this is just us men being lonely fricks.
Beyond all of this, I wanted to say I love my ex. I really do. I think it's just because I miss human interactions a lot. I thought about paying hookers for hugs and sleeping together in the same room a disturbing amount of times.
>not having any regular human contact for the last 2 years was quite a struggle!
Why has this been a struggle for you?
>I also have no one to talk to but I guess this is just us men being lonely fricks.
I don't think this is just a men-specific thing, I think if you don't keep your high school friends when you graduate or if you don't go to uni/college then you're pretty fricked.
how would an alien language really look? why is it always assumed that an alien language would only ever be far spaced from any human language? would it truly be impossible that alien life has no human grammatical system or a written system that resembles some humans written scripts?
how would a universal galactic language look? if humans discovered or had a more useful language, as we already use the english language and latin script for programming are most useful technologies, would a latin or latin like script be the domanant writing script or do we always have to, in a pop culture sense, assume that aliens would want to conquer us in written language and spoken language? still, I would like to create this language for my written works, yet I can't grasp how several alien species intermingling and becoming friendly with humans would look for the sake of trade and commerce, would it be more alien since there would be without a doubt more aliens than humans given alien species would be more than human in an infinite universe, or, if humans conquered aliens first, would all of those alien species curve to a single human planet in every day speech or even just professional speech?
Watch the movie "Arrival", the plot is pretty close to your question.
>language determinism, outdated and debunked
>boring ass movie, talk to aliens, china gets angry, suddenly language grants fricking future predictive abilities, china backs down because a random person called the leader and said their wives dying words, aliens leave, movie ends
>only interesting concept is aliens speaking with floating ink, for some reason only in 2d though, frick the third dimensian, the third dimension isnt fricking making those shits orbs, its TIME
blade runner and futurama would've been better examples, and one of those don't have any fricking aliens
I watched Arrival because of that post and I enjoyed it. And determinism isnt debunked
>determinism isn't debunked
>"uhh yeah lol those guys that dont have a word for blue LITERALLY can't see blue"
-50 IQ
>programming are most useful technologies
I'm finally at the age where my brain rot is giving way to the dumbest grammatical mistakes.
its hard for me to wrap my head around the idea of a peaceful meeting with a peaceful gradual evolution between all sentient species adopting a universal language for the convenience of business, commerce, and daily life, I'm not sure where to begin, it all seems like some sort of dominance or conquering ritual will have to happen and that will result in the adoption of the victors or more dominant species languages being ingrained into civilization
Well, I might have to get cucked to save my marriage. I probably deserve it though. Lots of people mad at me and the near future will be eventful one way or another
Just get a divorce, lul, if this is what you think you have to resort to then your marriage is already over.
I don’t want to share custody and she doesn’t want a divorce. If I filed for one she would air dirty laundry
Literally or figuratively cucked?
Literally but I don’t know if it was said it the heat of the moment
You can't make your wife cum?
No. I had an affair with the young woman down the street who is sometimes the caretaker of our kids
Well then I no longer have pity for you and you aren't allowed to complain, suck shit, I hope your wife gets gangbanged by 10 bbc's in front of you.
Sounds like your fricked, sorry to hear, anon. And people wonder why I advocate against marriage and having kids.
Ugly bastard here. This shit is rough, anons.
The older I get, the more aware I am of the urge to have a family and to have intimacy, and the more painful the knowledge that those things are most likely out of my reach becomes.
I know I'm ugly because I've been told so by many different women, because of the reactions I get from people in social situations in which the topic of romance or dating is raised, and because it's obvious when looking at my own face. It doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would - I did the whole /LULZ/ crying over being forever alone thing for a little bit in my late teens and grew out of it when I realized my life didn't have to revolve entirely around whether or not I got a girlfriend - and I've sort of grown to accept the way people react to me. However, there's a difference between self-acceptance and being able to transcend the natural biological urges almost every adult male has, as they possess an unconscious power beyond what the rational mind can combat. I can tell myself that I have a greater purpose in life than simply being a family man, that these days it's not even worth it and I'll end up in a situation like is in, that I should just stop worrying about it and let life happen, but it all feels like a cope no matter how many arguments I make to myself.
How old are you and what attempts at getting a gf have you tried?
23. I've asked several girls out before, it led to a date once and it was a disaster. I've kissed a girl one time; she'd been dared to kiss "the ugly dude" and wiped her mouth off afterwards.
I haven't tried dating apps but I figure if the girls I know in real life tell me stuff like "you're the ugliest guy I've seen in my life" or "I could see you becoming a serial killer" or "I can't imagine ever dating you" then going on a platform like that probably won't get me any further.
post your face so we can see the damage.
You could always just roid hard, hit the gym and go ogre mode. Some girls like that
I'm traveling this week, maybe I'll post one in a couple days.
I'm fairly IQfy already since I have a physically intense job and I lift besides but there's no gym for the face.
The issue was that she only said yes because we had a shared friend group and they peer pressured her into doing it as a pity thing. We barely talked and she spent the whole thing avoiding looking at me or giving one word replies to my attempts at conversation. I realized what happened after hearing things over the next couple days and never tried again with her.
I appreciate the optimism but I feel like I'll never be able to get over the blow all this has dealt to my self-confidence - I mean, it's been like this for years and years, with not even a hint that anyone has ever found me attractive as a man. What's trying the same thing and expecting different results but the definition of insanity?
I don't know the extent of your ugliness but the fact that you could get a girl out on a date tells me it's not hopeless.
What was the issue on the date? Looks are hard to improve but if it was an issue with flirting or talking then you can improve that a lot. If you can get someone out on a date you can do it again. Ignore those b***hes that say that about your looks. Dumb roasties have no idea the disrespect they show by saying that. Any high value man would love putting a b***h like that down if he heard her say that.
23 is still young enough. With improvements you could end up with someone.
>"I could see you becoming a serial killer"
I had one woman acquaintance who would sometimes say this to me in groups of our friends (sometimes specifically that I reminded her of the unabomber).
Either she was oblivious to what a severe insult it is, or she for some reason really disliked me and wanted to deliver an insult it was difficult to respond to without coming off autistic or over-sensitive (creep trap), but one time I just said "haha yeah, me too" and stared her into the eyes.
She stopped doing it after that.
>just said "haha yeah, me too" and stared her into the eyes.
>She stopped doing it after that.
Yeah people don't say that to people they really believe it about. It's always an insult, and you don't insult a sociopath unless you're one too.
It's the same thing with gaslighting b***hes, if they say you imagined the shit that just happened, let them know you can lean into a psychosis defense.
It's okay to have the urge, anon. Just because you have the urge doesn't mean you need to do something about it.
>because of the reactions I get from people in social situations in which the topic of romance or dating is raised
What reaction is that?
When they realize they brought up that kind of thing around me they'll try to change the subject and if they realize I'm trying to propose myself as a hypothetical romantic partner they either think I'm joking or become disgusted or scared. It's depressing enough when it happens that I actively avoid the topic or make excuses to leave the room when it comes up.
I would never willingly put myself in your position. I’d kill the b***h if she wanted to sleep around on me. I’ve been cheated on far too much to let that slide.
I really really just wanna have sex with beautiful women, also I really want to eat a kebab right now.
Thread theme: https://youtu.be/jYTfV5o2ZMY?si=tez10mb45iSCcDn5
Fricking love this song, thanks for posting it. Haven't heard it in forever.
There hasn't been a girl I wasn't able to get.
I have a 100% record with the women I dated.
If it lasted only 1 or 2 dates, it was because I was not impressed.
I blew my chances with my dream girl last year. Problem is I'm friends with her brothers and so everytime I see them I think about her and get really sad.
My mother keeps texting me nihilists messages about how the world is doomed.
She's wrong.
No, she's not.
the only people who are happy living in this world are genuinely insane
Or super-rich.
l have bad dreams almost every night about shitty things l did in my past or girls l used to know. l have a gf but cant tell her about it just have to pretend l'm tired and didnt sleep well.
I'm not attracted to my gf anymore and I'm only biding my time to dump her without hurting her, and to be able to move out immediately. I'm irredeemable
I've come to a realisation I'm a spendthrift after going through my expenditure last month. I've basically spend through my allowance last month. I'm practically broke.
But you know, it's funny. My dad's an absolute miser and I'm the complete opposite. I'd like to think I'm like this as a sort of retaliation against my upbringing. My dad would never spend a cent on anything unless it was an emergency or something was broken. He'd never even buy an ice cream on a hot day if we were outside. Anytime I had to ask for even a little bit of cash to go out, I had to give a lecture or presentation on why I deserved to get that money. Most of the time, the time the proposal was rejected.
I think I'll try to find work on some freelancing gig while I study.
I have been icecreammaxxing this whole summer everyday 2 scoops.
I have less than $200 in my checking account at the end of each month and make minimum wage.
My whole world is coming apart.
I just realized I never have a problem. Society taught me to cry when I have a problem, but deep down I would just solve it without crying. I don't even like to cry when someone pass away. They passed away. Yeah, we release sadness because we'll miss them but to change my life completely because someone I love died? I don't think so. Life goes on.
I feel the only way I can become a man is to embody the "black knight" archetype ig
Being noble and skilled but also dangerous, kidnap the princess and lock her in your castle type of shit
Cringe and sounds dumb but idk, only way I can verbalise these feelings
My wife’s fellatio of another man suspends my consciousness outside of my face in a panoramic view. My therapist says lifting helps, so here I am at the pull up bar: my arms and legs are sore, my brain is slow and dull. Ten trillion tons of infidelity eviscerates what joy I can harvest from staring at myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. Not a good day boys.
Am I just an NPC? I'm boring and have little to talk about with other people. Yeah, I keep a diary, but an NPC shouldn't have too much problems just copypasting its programming, right?
Thinking that you're boring is less indicative of how interesting you are and more indicative that you don't have an overly elevated opinion of yourself.
I think that it's more likely that you are an interesting person, but because of that you've never felt it necessary to develop the ability to present yourself as an interesting person.
Most people I believe develop early on this skill of pretending to be more interesting than they are and that they lead more meaningful lives than they actually do.
An "NPC" would never even ask themselves the questions you're asking yourself now.
true, i realized recently that my friend exaggerates some situations from his life to make himself more interesting or to prove some point from before in conversation.
For example we were walking through the street and some pretty girl slipped up which caused 10 year old boys on the opposite to laugh at her.
And he then changed this while presenting annectode, that it was not a boy, but another pretty girl laughing, just to make some point about women jealousy etc.
It was not isolated incident in his case, and i started to wonder how much of things he told me was exaggerated and how much of it was straight up lie.
And i started hating him for this.
A good story is about 75% fact 25% bullshit with some play in the margins. You stick to the who the what the where with little deviation so you’re above reproach and sprinkle in some hollywood magic to garner interest. No story is 100% truth and those that are aren’t much in the way of stories, just recounting of facts. Of course there’s a limit to how much exaggeration one is afforded before the story becomes a fable, and a fable isn’t of interest to anyone above age 8.
right but why tell stories during social gatherings instead of recounting of facts? Are everyone on the joke and know they are listening to fiction?
People enjoy being entertained
I am a bottom of the barrel low status loser in every environment: school, university, the workplace.
At school I didn't go to prom and there were multiple parties that most of the year went to in the final year of school that I wasn't even invited to. I wasn't invited to the final day of school barbecue.
At university I had zero friends or social experiences the entire time. I sat alone in every lecture, etc. I disliked my subject and gained nothing intellectually.
At all of my jobs I become the ugly loser nobody talks to within a few days of starting. This was true for part time jobs, office jobs, and work from home jobs.
No woman has ever been attracted to me and I've never been on a date. I'm everythingless, apart from with prostitutes. I'm facially ugly, not quite Aryan, and have zero charisma. The looks blackpill has been obvious to me for almost a decade.
I'm in my early/mid-30s now, with a totally pointless but ok paying work from home job. I have no passions or productive hobbies. I don't majorly enjoy anything. I haven't been abroad for over a decade. I haven't been on a holiday in my entire adult life, barring a few days in different cities.
I was treated like shit by a few previous managers. I almost always fail any process that involves any subjective judgement of me by others.
I'm not stupid to believe in (or mentally weak enough to have to believe in) any philosophies or religions.
What are the parts about yourself you would change so you would like yourself more?
>I base my status on making friends in grade school
>I base my status on making friends in college
>I base my status on making friends when I'm supposed to b working, whether it be school work or wage slavery
>I break the law to have sex and view it as something that drags my status down
thing that are dragging you down for real
>no hobbies
>no interests
>no effort made to make friends
hint: making friends is as easy as loading up your favorite video game, walking up to someone who looks about the same skill as you or lower, inviting them to team/co-op/party/guild/etc. and talking to them with as much care as you put in your post.
or doing the same at a bar or fair or at work or event or social gathering or con or anything else.
if the Catholic church recognizes the baptisms of other churches as legitimate, doesn't that mean they recognize their clergy as legitimate, as having received apostolic succession and all the authority that implies? if that's the case, shouldn't it follow that they should also recognize the sacraments of other churches? how can the Roman church acknowledge, for example, an Anglican baptism, but not their communion?
>having received apostolic succession
Baptisms aren't from apostolic succession, and John was doing them when people had no clue who Jesus was.
John the Baptist was preparing people to receive the holy ghost when it arrived and the holy ghost was transferred from the apostles to the people when it was time. The only exception I can think of was when Jesus died and the holy ghost came down on the apostles at once so they may spread it onto other people.
The thought of being rich and the realisation that I'll never be a multimillionaire is ruining my life. It's all I think about all day and it stresses me the frick out, it's all I want yet I'll never have it.
I pity you, but not for the reasons you pity yourself.
Why do you pity me?
Why do you think you'll never be multimillionaire? Like, why? Since you're wasting your energy by stressing about it why not at least look up how to be a millionaire? I mean, if it's about learning a little math, some business jargons, looking up how a bank work, it may actually be possible even if you don't have a lot of money, I mean Google is free
Not trying to be a smartass but, why?
>why not at least look up how to be a millionaire?
If this was possible then everyone would be a millionaire.
As for why I don't believe I'll ever be a millionaire, it's extremely difficult, it requires being smarter than 99% of people which is something I'll never be. I'm a highschool drop out who never passed a single class other than P.E. and who fails P.E.? I'm not good with numbers, I'm not good with business, I don't have any ground breaking ideas, I'm very moronic, I have next to no work ethic and the biggest contributor to becoming a wealthy person is wealth which is something that I don't come from and something that I've never had. I'm simply not built to be a millionaire. I could study and work for the rest of my life, I could read all the books from millionaires on how to become rich, I could learn the stock market and forex and I would still never be rich.
Also, the only other way to become rich is to become successful in a creative medium i.e. writing, film, music, art etc. and I'm just not creative or good enough for any of those things.
I can tell you how to become a multimillionaire. Whether you can actually execute it will be up to you? Would you like to know how?
Unless you're a multimillionaire, I don't care.
I'm going on vacation, and I finally decided to read this book. I was given this copy, and for a decade I'd forgotten about its existence.
If you just allow punishing crimes with lashings and so on instead of prison
1. you don't have to spend gorillions on prisons
2. you can literally get it done in an afternoon, after which the now redeemed criminal can return to the workforce.
This is like milions upon milions of possible hours of labor that we are denying ourselves, apart from the waste of all the spending on prisons.
t. Idk man it's a thought
>after which the now redeemed criminal can return to the workforce.
I appreciate they get it rough but do you honestly think spending I don't know-- 5 years with 100% certainty away from the market helps? That's 5 years that could be spent more productively
Do you think lashing someone is gonna change them?
does prison change people? I really don't know. Also: maybe, I guess. Either way they'll probably hate it and not want to go through it again.
>does prison change people?
Depending on how it's done, yes. Prison is meant for rehabilitation, not punishment. This is a stat that I just looked up. "Norways rate of recidivism — the number of people who return to prison after release — is 20%. In contrast, two-thirds of the nearly 7.6 million released from American jails and prisons each year will be rearrested." Norwegian prisons also don't punish criminals for trying to escape because that's just naturally what the prisoners are gonna wanna do, that would be like punishing someone for drinking water.
You are moronic and Black folk exist.
Thanks for conceding.
What are your thoughts on pursuing degrees, undergraduate or graduate, in your 30s? Really successful people seem to not have to do that. I wonder if it’s simply because they already did it or because if they were in those shoes, they would just find something better to do.
Idgaf. I personally would pursue new degrees if I have the money even when I'm old. Who knows there's something new to learn? I mean, many years ago AI isn't even believable, now it exist. You can see how it made some knowledge and technology obsolete.
We must have enough confidence and not think about what others do. Really successful people do whatever the frick they want, they didn't care what Joe or Janette thinks. If you think a degree would be valuable, like what Nike says, Just Do It.
I have one last year to shave off my graduate degree and I don't see myself returning to school anytime soon. I don't know about successful people but I'd rather polish a career or change career using a company internal programs than pursuing degrees all my life. College time has been harrowing. And reading, relaxing after work, being able to spend time with friends and not have to study or complete a last-minute project is priceless. I'd pursue another degree if I had to but I made sure to pursue a degree with professional ventures so hopefully I won't need this.
Man, turning 30 really hit you guys hard
I find it too tiresome to even masturabate.
I wonder if I'd even stick around in these threads once I make it. IQfy I'll still visit, but this thread is filled with depressed people, more so than usually today.
If I ever became a big author I'd definitely still hang around.
On IQfy? Sure.
But these threads have gotten very depressing. Maybe I should stay out for a while.
Can you blame people for being depressed these days?
Kind of yes.
But I don't dislike them for it. I remember spending time on LULZ like 8 years ago and it looks a lot like it in some ways. I left that board and never looked back. These threads have me feeling somewhat similar now.
>Kind of yes.
Why? The world has gone to shit and it's only getting worse every day, I can't think of anything to be happy about.
Deal with what you're given.
You could've been born in Brazil or Mexico. I know the situation is not great in the west but I cannot stand people who choose to lay down and mope about the hand they've been dealt.
>You could've been born in Brazil or Mexico
Saying that you're not allowed to be depressed because other people have it worse is and always will be dumb. If that were the case then there would only ever be one depressed person in the world. You can still be depressed despite people having it worse than you.
What do you have to be "depressed" about? Really. In these threads, it's always some shit like, "my job is easy and pays decently but it's just not MEANINGFUL" or "I don't have any REAL friends." Count your blessings you stupid b***h. If you go looking for reasons to feel bad of course you're going to find them.
I don't go looking for reasons, the reasons come to me. Rent is getting more expensive and wages aren't rising to match it, shopping is getting more expensive despite it not needing to which means it's getting harder for me to eat, both of these things are stressing me out which makes it harder for me to sleep which fricks up my mental health and fuel is getting more expensive just to name a few. Like I said, I don't go looking for these problems, they affect my every day life.
That wasn't my point, baby.
Depressed people in the west have plenty of ways out of it. If you're in some Brazil slum it's harder.
The entire point is that i dislike this whiny moping instead of trying to change something about.
>The entire point is that i dislike this whiny moping instead of trying to change something about.
You should get out of the wwoym mate, it's 80% Linkin Park lyrics tier cringewhine.
That's what I'm contemplating. But on the other hand I like helping people who are in a shit position. They need to want it though.
Brazilians and Mexicans are less depressed than troonymericans though...
>You could've been born in Mexico.
That would have been terrible haha... Can you imagine it?
It really isn't that bad
The world has always been shit you huge baby
Why is every rich Indian woman raised in England the same person, and why do they all seem like barely contained psychotics? Actual Indian people don't act like this. Did only a specific caste or ethnic group emigrate to England?
White dick makes poojeetas intolerable lefty c**ts. No wonder poojets treat those dumb holes like shit.
It’s literally because of institutionalization. They’re all pushed through the education system and subsequently corporate employment, especially in fields like consulting, finance, academia, etc. and there’s a long institutionalization process that happens. It changes the person outwardly and makes them uniform. That’s the point. Immigrants are subject to this almost more than anyone because they have to do it to keep their visas.
Wish I could find an artmentor that can teach my how to oil paint.
Oil painting is shit for total beginners, go with acrylic
Acrylic can imitate oil with proper treatment anyway
the pessimistic footgay sees a woman putting her shoe back on
the optimistic footgay sees a woman just having taken her shoe off
The shoegay sees the shoe
I live in Greece and increasingly see Greeks with blue eyes compared to their parents, didn't know that we had this type of selection going on
I've never known the real me. I've tried to be like others because they manage to live just fine therefore they know something that I do not which allows to do it. If I emulate them then maybe I could learn this secret.
I think I finally accept myself as I am. Friendless loser with hobbies that are almost all about consuming media. I have a 7/10 face, good body (cause I'm lifting), but I can't somehow imagine myself in a relationship for more than my 10min romantic fantasies I have right before sleeping. I want to be alone, I want to have my own house I would come back from work where I do most of stuff alone. I want to come back to home where I can read any book, watch any movie, play any game, jerk off to any degenerate porn, shitpost with the most moronic users on this website, and just be alone
What's your ancestry?
Confessing my sins ad nauseum. Looking for catharsis. Or a catalyst for long lasting change.
A year ago today, I graduated. I was confused and disconcerted. Motioned around by external forces. I thought I needed time. To deliberate. Look around, and see what choices I could make. Reclaim agency over my own destiny. How wrong I was.
Immobile for a year. Incapable of making a decision. All the while, panic routinely emerges, and withdraws. Do I go to grad school? Do I look for a job? But the market this. And my embarrassing lack of significant skills. And this, and that. And on and on and on and on and on the inertia continues. And I sink deeper down a tunnel of nothingness.
I can't get into philosophy or politics. Every time when I open someone like Kant or Hegel, I just lose my ability to understand what is written on page. It's like my mind is getting scrambled. Same thing with the Capital.
But I can read both nonfiction and fiction very easily, both in English and my native language. I try to read The Republic and, while I can let wander my mind off of it, getting it together is much easier.
I'm to laid back for my own good, but I'm to laid back to worry about it so I think I'm going to stay a content loser forever.
The wisest one among us
Anytime anyone asks me what I'm doing with my life I feel like a loser. I'm 24, live with my parents, havent had a gf since high school, all my job experience is day labor, and I'm still working on an undergraduate degree in philosophy
same. I dont like meeting relatives or people that I used to know because I feel like I have to explain myself.
Yeah I get all excited at first because I'm back in college for the first tine since covid started. Then I explain I'm a philosophy student at a no name state university and have no idea what career path to take. Its awkward
I wonder if there will be a nursing home boom in 50 years. Usually the elderly are taken care of by family but with the rise of inceldom that isn’t an option. There will be a large group of lonely elderly people with no one to care or support them in decades
Nursing homes filled with wine aunts and incels.
I feel bad for the imported African who gets to take care of them. At least she/he can blow off some steam by beating the shit out of them
The gentleman had hired a young maid of sixteen for the evening, it was her first time; she’d been absinthed up a bit to relax her and fed a fair amount of aphrodisiacs, both in pill and food form. Nevertheless she was still quite antsy about the whole thing, even though the ‘birds and the bees’ had been explained to her by the head madame herself and the bordello nurse.
In any case, when the gentleman caller pulled out his “zizi,” as the madame called the implement of masculine passion to the young girl, she became overpowered with such fright that in a matter of mere seconds she had evacuated an impressively large and well-turned stool into her bloomers, which the gentleman client had not yet managed to dispense with. Surprisingly much pee (fortunately) was not produced during the otherwise mistimed evacuation: meaning the bed was essentially dry. However, the gentleman was not discouraged, as he was very much the live and let live and improvisatory sort and so he simply removed the young girl’s bloomers and its ripely smelling burden; carefully wiped her bum with his kerchief and gently but resolutely proceeded to deflower her.
To wit: after the passage of about an hour of intense whimpering, and difficult but steady progress, the delicate flower was trespassed and with gentle persistence and resolution the majority of the gentleman’s stout and sturdy shaft was able to impose itself within the remarkably tight confines of the untried lassie’s womb. Gentle massages and ministrations to her clitoris eventually and eventfully produced a boisterous and noisy inaugural orgasm, coupled with tears and what sounded even like an uncontrolled fart or two. Following which the young girl’s quim became a sort of autonomous spasmodic sucking or suctioning engine, a signal clear of the manifestation of multiple orgasms of overwhelming intensity in the apprentice trollop, and even before the cessation of the rowdy, almost choking, spontaneous spasmings of her womb, it appeared the sweet thing had thoroughly passed out from the great big upheaval that it all represented: i.e. from a surfeit of sensations, the unprecedented activation and intensity of passions, coupled with an almost equally strong emotion of fear and embarrassment. The gentleman, for his part, took his time, but was also able to copiously inseminate the nubile creature, indeed while pressed against the very entrance to the womb proper (or so he suspected).
However he was awakened from his sensual reverie by the distinct odor of fresh ordure–this is when he remembered that the girl had been overpowered with such fright upon seeing the fulsome dimensions of his apparatus that she had quickly torpedoed into her bloomers a turd of ironically almost equivalent size and girth to the utensil that had caused the fright in the first place. In any case the ripe and pungent object clearly needed dealing with, so the gentleman rang the nurse’s bell and when she quickly entered he readily explained to her the succession of events. She apologized profusely on behalf of the house and matron, yet he assured her that it had frankly been no great impediment, as the apprentice trollop had fortunately not concomitantly micturated a great deal.
The nurse adeptly removed the solidly formed and impressively girthed defecation and the stained bloomers (which she placed for safe keeping in a tightly lidded tin box), then returned for the still unconscious girl, so she could begin the latter’s post-coital ablutions. However before she could finally depart the gentleman caller made an unusual request, to say the least, which considering the weighty and pungent foibles that had embarrassingly befallen the respected client, she had little choice but to acquiesce to.
He asked the nurse (or maid as she was otherwise called) that she lift her skirt and present to him her corpulent but well-shaped bottom. This she did. Then he had her move her bloomers to the side and spread her pale, downy, and very carnally appointed cheeks and thereby the brownish puckered orifice that marked their very center. Then he gently, slowly, one might even say decorously, insinuated his ring finger into said orifice, almost to the very root of his finger. Well, as one can imagine, the maid could not but blush and moan out at this intrusion, regardless of how concretely foreseen and agreed to the prodding of her fundament had been, and her face became almost red as a rose when she detected that the gentleman’s merry finger had hit upon her own likewise seemingly impressively-sized turd (which was, of course, entirely ensconced within her), but which she as yet had been unable to produce, it having been stuck in her, like a hefty and irksome anchor, all the live long day, since morning.
The gentleman finding himself satisfied, extracted his now quite pungent digit and allowed for the nurse to excuse herself. Fortunately for her, the gentleman caller’s unforseen digital stimulation of her fundament and its contents gave her gut just the necessary impetus to finally evacuate the massive and well-formed turd into a porcelain bowl soon after. It too was tinned and prepared for auctioning at the bordello’s commissary, perhaps even as a two-for-one deal, incorporating the erstwhile maiden’s last maidenly poo (and to be sure one hardly less impressive in dimensions and quality of form than the nurse’s own).
I’m deeply starving for affection, but I’m too much of a coward to seek it out.
why?
I’m terrified of rejection.
but why? it doesnt mean that you're a bad person
I know, but I feel deeply ashamed and embarrassed by it anyway.
Maybe not a bad person, but It does send the message that you're not good enough, for people not accustomed to failure that could be life shattering.
Winning never makes me happy. It merely means the challenge wasn't big enough.
All I do around my siblings is complaining about my parents and all I do around my parents is complaining about my siblings, so they're too busy fighting each other to fight me. I do this in order to eventually become a sole inheritor to both the house and the ranch.
Every waking moment a convulsion of rage grips my throat. Even drinking doesn’t help. Idk how to live like this.
What are you raging about?
Idek. I guess I just don’t want to live anymore. Too much of a coward to kms.
getting absolutely humbled every time i try to write a coherent sentence about an idea i had. writing is impossible.
Base your style on your favorite 19th/early 20th writer if you're capable, as is the summit and apex literary style in English. The ideas will flow all but inexorably if you have the style down.
i have discovered my true nemesis is my brain
very difficult information to cope with
should i take magic mushrooms?
fight club maybe makes more sense
is it better than the matrix?
i doubt it, or do i?
i dont even know myself anymore
maybe i never did
If I'm not the overman, I'm on the way of becoming one.
if i had a wife i would ask her to go topless around the house but always face away from me so i could enjoy her naked back all day
Ahh, nofap day 213, I was once there too
do profs still have acolytes or is that old news?
I'm high. I know I'm high because I am pulsing with my heart beat. My mouth is awful. Dry. I need to get some of the special gum I got for this occasion. A friend visiting my roommate comes up stairs and I talk words at him. It is worst than my regular slurring of words. I can feel my reflexes dulled and I ask the Alexa how much left on the 1 hour timer.
I need to move my body and go get the gum.
So what's her name?
What?
There's no she here.
Dude c'mon there's no need for secrecy here. I mean to me it seems obvious. You emotionally overreacted to a bit of weedized fluids. For a man that's not normal.
But I ain't a man you see. I'm just trying to finish America gods
Of course you are a man. Man is a rational being, rational enough to support weed. The issue is clearly another, you're just falsely accusing a catalyst for it.
Ok, then yes I used my penis man power to decide to go to the legal local recreational and purchase a beverage for the soul (sole, ha) purpose of fricking around and finding out.
So what's her name?
Test
Adalaide
Your response to weed is similar to mine. Most people I know say this is nothing like their experience, they say it just makes them feel chilled out and so on. I don't know if it's a good idea for people who have this hyper awareness high to do it too often or at too high doses.
I had a weed beverage. It tasted like ass. And I think it said like 10mg of THC
Why didnt mohammad predict a boomercaust in my lifetime?
Proof God dont real
Buddha left his wife not to go study
Not to train anything physical
Literally just starving under a tree
He JUST felt like it.
JUST.
Steve Jobs left his wife and child to make one of history's most megamonied empire companies
JUST
I did it again, bros.
made cummies?
You cut yourself emo gay
I feel like the truest form of myself when I'm reading books.
In everything else I do, there's a layer of fiction to it. I'll be talking to a family member or cleaning my bathroom, and no matter what else I'm thinking at the time, in the back of my head I also think "I can't wait until the next time I read and I get to be the real me again."
Even when I'm lying in my bed before I sleep I don't feel as whole. It's close but it's a few inches incomplete.
The idea of spending a week without anything to read makes me feel naked. I'm happy I live in an era where I can read piles and shelves and endless mountains of books for free. If I was born in the middle ages and only had a few scrolls or was illiterate I imagine I'd have shot myself with a crossbow by now.
Am I unprincipled, or am I just lonely? I fantasize about making anarcho-communist friends one minute and then dream of being a hard working patriarchal fascist the other
Why not both?
Holy frick I -actually- wrote 5 pages. I dont know if it sill be a short story or an actua book but I did, I found the fricking story
ok get this- american psycho, but the killer is gay
My heart breaks for people. Life can be so damn hard…
I feel a lot of resentment to my father. For the last five years or so, I’ve tried to reconcile but I’m not sure I can.
I think I'm in love with my best friend, but he is straight and has a girlfriend. I don't want to ruin our friendship, so I've always tried to keep it a secret, but I'm afraid he could find out at any time soon. He does know I'm a gay, and has even asked me why I don't find a bf, but I always laugh about it, and attribute it to my shyness. We've known each other for about 6 years. I'm cool with his gf, we even talk from time to time and get along quite well, but I can't help but feel intense pain and sadness whenever I see them together.
New Proust dropped
Yeah thats the kind of shit you take to the grave unless you want to be the victim of a brutal hate crime.
Someone lmk how this poem sounds
Dispassioned -
this passion cannot last;
My godspeck cast upon obsidian?
Woe!
For faintly wanes communion
And I have made faith a hollow trial.
I want to die so much. I haven’t smiled in yeara.
You don't want to die, if you really wanted to die then you would've killed yourself already.
test
whether you live a good life or a bad life one day you'll be dead and it won't really have mattered
True. Death cannot come sooner.
Doubt
It won't matter then but it matters now, I don't want to live the short life that I have being depressed because I'm poor and have no friends.
It will be pure matter at that point and there will be no b***h to b***h and moan about meaning but it WILL MATTER.
Because matter matters, other.
I'm pretty sure my agitation matters right now. To me.
>implying that matters
Sketching out a reply for a friend. Don't mind me.
Of course, "the Buddhists said it first", but that is not the point. Rather, recall that the Continentals also claim that their misappropriation constitutes the "true" (even the original proper) reading, that their Epistemic frame of repetition, retroactivity, reinterpretation, etc. is purported as nothing but original. Here, perhaps, one might see something showing through: that, indeed, the Buddhist Epistemic frame of linearity, iteration, general equivalence, etc. would be hopeless without the Continental frame, as hopeless as the Continental frame would be without the Buddhist one. No Philosophizing: Continentalism needs this "pagan" substrate to "cut" itself from just as Buddhism needs this "productive" edifice to "become" anything (recall that Buddhism in the West has always been coextensive with German Idealism, Industrialism, etc.; the critique that Buddhism largely entered the West as a tool of Power, so-called Zen being the perfect supplement to "late" Capitalism, misses the forest for the trees). I am put in the awkward position of agreeing with you more than you do. If, indeed, there is no Lacanian seminar without the Pali Canon (as you say), this constitutes a remarkable impasse wherein the reverse should be true, per both positions' tenets, but (as we can see) a reverse that both sides would rather die than acknowledge. If there is no Pali Canon without the Lacanian seminar then I'm afraid that neither side can deny their total complicity, a complicity in and of a cogency, an intentionalism, the denial of which is vital (and equally, at that) to their Philosophical coherence. From the perverse side, obviously, the Différence produces and, moreover, falls into, what it claims to differentiate itself from (this applies just as much to occult Différence, that precedes what it differentiates, as it does to difference in the common sense). From the charitable side, obviously, the Dependent Origination effectively summons or even creates the Godhead that it claims unreal. Finally, if you were to map the distinction claimed by Différence and Dependent Origination, in and of their respective Philosophies, onto a (indeed, deliberately uncharitable) blueprint of signifier-signified, you would triangulate my thesis on the Baudrillardean corpus--and if you would take Différence and Dependent Origination as metonyms of their respective Philosophies and simply confess that they, too, fall through each other, you would likewise triangulate my thesis of Black Gnosticism being prominently Baudrillardean.
I just came across the perfect girl on Tinder and I want to swipe on her so bad but the only thing stopping me is that she's a little chubby and you can tell that she's the type that will blow up when she gets older and I have no interest in being in a relationship with a whale.
>husband has no friends
>never bothered me as it seems like he never cared for it. And I guess my friends became his social life.
>overheard him talking to our kids (all under 6 btw)
>they're asking him why they were born or something
>he says to them he doesn't have any friends because he always felt people thought he was odd, so he wanted a big family so they had to be his friends.
Why does this make me laugh and want to cry at the same time. The way he said it I felt like there was some truth to it. And why doesn't he consider me his friend? When the kids asked if I was his friend he said I was his helper but that he doesn't have friends.
>And why doesn't he consider me his friend
I don't think it's possible for a family member to be a friend, maybe he feels the same way. Don't take that as a bad thing though.
>I was his helper but that he doesn't have friends.
some people have different categories. maybe helper is on the higher tier than friend.
Drinking man’s nectar from man’s appendage.
I broke no fap again and have been on a porn/fap binge the past 3 days.
Feels bad man and was doing so well.
>porn/fap binge the past 3 days
What do you mean by this? 3 days of nothing but porn?
poem i wrote some time ago when i was not able to sleep.
In cold hard bed i lay at night
While mind is forming frightful sights
Which i perceive as moving pictures
Camera i wish so long to shut
Like closed curtains of my eyes
To not project film of desires and dream
That are lost and cannot be found.
I never accomplished anything but sex
I don't think I'm a very good human being.
why?
I have a weird tendency where I really enjoy taking in information and researching stuff, but I'm not actually super passionate about any of the skills, tasks or hobbies that much outside of the learning period. I'm not sure what to make of it because while it seems really useful to enjoy learning and retaining a bunch of information at once, there's not really a hobby or career path I can use it for in its purest form other than maybe trying to win quiz show or other hokey shit
I'm the exact same. For my entire life, I've been bugging the shit out of my mum with random trivia that I learn, it doesn't matter if it's about a bug or Owen Wilson trying to kill himself. I feel bad whenever I scroll past a short-form content video if it's about something educational because I feel like I should be learning as much as possible and by skipping that video I might be missing something cool or something that might help me in the future.
Did OW try to kill himself? He seems so nice.
Yeah, after the filming of The Darjeeling Limited, it's why he wasn't at any of the media shit afterwards. Learning about his suicide attempt and knowing of Robin Williams killing himself has made me think a lot about rich people and depression.
>rich people and depression
why do they do this? they're financially set for life.
That's not even the part that confuses me, I can understand why someone would have mental health issues despite being rich, what confuses me is why they don't go get the best help possible, like, there is nothing stopping them from going to the best therapist or the best mental health retreat or being anywhere whenever they want with their family or friends. They literally have every solution at their finger tips and they don't utilise them.
In Owen Wilsons case it was an almost terminal case of being a homosexual and a simp. Although to be fair to him I too would consider the wrong end of a gun if I got cucked by Dax Shepard.
My first serious long term girlfriend was a stereotypical hot girl. She was the hottest girl I knew, or at least I thought so and she had a wild and crazy personality and fricked up life to go with it. That ended badly so I went for the stereotypical nice girl after that. She was so not crazy that it was almost crazy. Her family life wasn’t fricked up or anything, but they were a pretty working class rural rednecky family. That also ended badly, and that one actually me feel more black pilled than the first. I haven’t really met anyone since then but even if I had, I don’t know what I’d do because now I have a pretty negative opinion of relationships and maybe even women overall.
it occurs to me that political science will be difficult to get AI to do. this is promising for me.
honestly I just want to get some halal investment going, but I'm tired all the time and I can't focus and you should probably focus when you're making large investment decisions. People think interest is just fine, well, now we got inflation and a recession all at once, and people are paying like four times the interest they were paying a year ago on their homes, they're paying figures that should be busting budgets all around. Not a problem, no sir.
I have no idea what it would mean to have a modern financial system without interest, but still.
What’s the best way to study political theory in graduate school? Philosophy seems preferable to political science.
Idealism is a luxury of the powerful, realism is a necessity of the oppressed.
I reread her texts and recall the smell of her hair. I must stop.
i'm a Protestant who's starting to develop an interest in the liturgical calendar and feast days. unfortunately these are things that receive little attention in most Protestant churches and i don't know of any resources for learning more about them. the next coming feast day of example, the Exaltation of the Holy Cross, how do i observe that? what do i do? do i fast the day before? are there specific prayers i should say? any Catholics/Orthodox willing to explain this to me?
Three months until Christmas and three months until Easter and every other holiday or a week until, no meat besides fish, only water-cooked dishes.
technically one shouldnt eat meat on Fridays too.
i don't understand. so for the upcoming Exaltation of the Cross, no meat besides fish and no cooking oil for a week prior? so starting from the 7th?
yeah i'm starting to realize this might be too complicated for me to understand from anything i read online. i was thinking of starting to attend Catholic weekday masses and talking to a local priest about some things i want to learn about anyway, in fact i'd planned on starting tomorrow, i suppose i can ask the clergy there. i still plan on attending my current church on Sundays since i have certain significant reservations about Catholicism and i don't see conversion in my future
It’s really not that complicated. I think it’s just very different from the sort of thing you’re used to as a Protestant. My only real warning about going to a Catholic Church is that it’s gotten harder to find the right church. Personally, I’ve grown more sympathetic to Orthodoxy. But that’s me.
Either that or you just fast during the exaltation of the cross. Depends on wether you want big meal on that day or not.
The liturgical year is closely related to the liturgy. In the same way, the best way to learn about the liturgy is to actually observe it, the same is true of the liturgical year. You join a church, find a spiritual father who can guide your questions, and you understand the meaning of the calendar along the way. That said, there are many, many books on the liturgical year. It’s almost hard to recommend just one. I am a baptized Catholic but years ago I read a book called The Year of the Grace of Our Lord which was written by an anonymous Eastern Orthodox monk which I found interesting. There’s another book which I haven’t read, but have read positive reviews for and that’s The Liturgical Year: The Spiraling Adventure of the Spiritual Life.
Thinking about becoming a truck driver just so I can listen to audiobook while driving. Thoughts?
I wouldn’t do it if it’s just to listen to audiobooks but if that’s a good job for you, go ahead.
I loathe people who are "into literature" IRL and online. They are smug, boring, conformist, and all around insufferable.
that happens to all the people whos personality is built around one thing.
I disagree. I think being into literature is no different than being into golf or games or painting or whatever.
To be frank, it's not even literature specifically, but rather the humanities in general. I hate that I have to share this hobby with people as moronic as the people who are "into the arts" or "reading books". They are like copypasted AI personalities, hundreds upon hundreds of agent smithes from the matrix.
Gay and vain.
The problem is that topics like painting, books or science/math are considered high-brow culture and associated with cultured people, so anyone that's into "books" i.e. "I read harry potter and other pop literature slop" thinks they are smart and cultured because they have the same hobby smart and cultured people have.
Music doesn't have this problem because there's a clear divide between formal music, folk music and pop music, the average person knows that. In literature, the average person will put young-adult literature and classic literature in the same category just because (for them) they are books regardless of their quality or topics.
I had been placed in command of thirty israelites, and had been charged with making them suffer. Such was the order from Colonel Muller. I began by waiting until the israeli Sabbath day, allowing them to come and go as they pleased from the barracks; assigning no real tasks for them, and then presented myself in their doorway on that very morning,
"It is the Sabbath," I said, in German. And they said, "yes, so it is," and I flexed my thrashing stick in my hands and sneered, "and so, you," and I pointed to one of them at random, "will turn on the light switch," and I laughed.
As if like a man of sixty arms, sixty legs and thirty mouths they began to protest.
I turned my head to the attending guardsmen, "do you see," I hissed, in German, "after centuries of financial exploitation by the israelites, now, here, today - we at last have our revenge!" and the guardsman clutched their submachineguns with pride, "yes," said Guardsman Zuckerberg, "it is all leading up to this!"
I strutted into the middle of the group of israelites, "what is wrong?" I asked, prodding at them with my thrashing stick, "what is so difficult about turning on a light switch?"
They implored that it was the israeli Day of Rest and thus no work was permitted, and I asked why, and they explained that in their culture they were elite members of society who ought be served by slaves and I chuckled and said that that was rather a silly and primitive superstition they had inherited, and they agreed with this but added, "even so," and they went on in this manner until I began to lose my temper.
At last I took one by the hand and dragged him to the light switch, taking his finger, carefully so as not harm him, and pushed it upon the light switch.
The barrack illuminated and it was as it he had been truck by lighting, as he cried aloud, spun all around and swooned into the arms of his colleagues, mumbling hebrew prayers until his breath and he spluttered and choked. His colleagues looked at me with upside-down mouths and pitiable eyes, as if to say, "you inhuman monster."
"Enough!" I shouted, raising my hand to calm the situation, "I shall return next week, on the Sabbath, and again we will play this little game," and I turned and marched from the barracks, my guardsmen clicked their heels and followed.
I had no real awareness that I was supposed to be working these men to death and turning them into hand soap, this information did not come to me until several months into my posting when Colonel Muller summoned me into his office and asked what the hell i was playing at.
My indecisive behavior has reached a peak recently. I had several opportunities before me to change my life, but I wasn't able to override the embodied sensation of uncertainty and apprehension in order to choose one. This distress led me to plunge downwards to the familiar old degeneracies, the comfy old wretchedness.
Instead of climbing to new heights, I knock myself back down to old depths that I know I have the ability to return from, allowing myself to simulate personal growth on a smaller time scale.