commented loudly on the strong smell of Vicks in the theatre at interval and realized some poor guy in front of us was shamefully putting his little inhaler away so then I felt I had to even more loudly talk up how much I love Vicks and wish I could smell it all the time
i cannot believe people are more willing to believe in the integrity of a styrofoam cup than that of a human heart. you will hedge everything on your tysons meat and lycra trackies and you will die wondering what belies you behind your bitch wifes passcode.
He who fears the cortisol spike believes he maintains power through stoic refusal but *sniff* this is precisely his castration! His very fear of the spike IS the spike
The jestermaxxer understands something profound, something the stoics would hate: power does not flow from dignity or composure. No, no, no. Power flows from controlling the frame of transgression itself. The jester is not degrading himself, he is forcing everyone else into the position of the they who must react, who must have their cortisol spiked or suppressed. He has made himself the traumatic Real that others must incorporate into their symbolic order!
The jestermaxxer has achieved what Hegel calls absolute knowing. He knows the game is fake AND he plays it anyway, and this is what allows him to framemogg