Golden retriever men, goofballs, criminals, and artists. What do they all have in common? ENERGY. Men are largely stingy with energy, to them nothing is really worth doing, they simply refuse to do exist on this plane.
The average human male walks around as if having to breath is a chore he has been unfairly tasked with, his underdeveloped Y chromosome having left him with a lack of connection to life. This is why they would rather live in filth than lift a finger to pick up after themselves, why only a man could conceive of something as horrifying as the gooncave. Most of them teeter on the precipice of s*icidal ideation with the promise of possible ejaculation being the only thing holding them back from the edge.
You can smell how much a man resents being here, how much he longs for the preconsciousness slumber of the spirit womb. And this feature, which most men have due to their poor karma that has resulted in them being born male, is the most fundamental thing that women find unattractive in men. Not being bald, not being fat, not being weird, not being poor. It is the lack of life force that is so unshakably repulsive to women. It is a glaring flaw in the foundation of your very being that women find so repellent that they would rather die alone than be tied to you for life if given the choice. That ugly fat guy you know who’s really funny and always has girlfriend? He simply acts like he’s interested in existing.
Women are so desperate for a man who will do something, that has any semblance of life and movement in him, that a minority of them will even end up fetishizing criminals. It’s all just misdirected longing for something that women know they need in a man- life.
Women don’t like assholes and sociopaths, they like energy, because life is energy and women are tasked with creating new life. This is why the golden retriever man and the criminal, despite seeming like polar opposites on the surface, will both succeed in dating. Because they have something more important in common.
They will succeed though with different subsets of women, those subsets being based on those women’s sense for energy which been calibrated by their respective environments. Not all energy is created equal. A woman raised in a high adrenaline environment will recognize adrenaline as her primary energy and will be attracted to that in men (criminals, sociopaths, keto enthusiasts). A woman raised in an environment based on sustainable energy will recognize the high energy of gregariousness, friendliness, kindness, patience, curiosity, openness, and the love for a sweet little treat in men.
Women are right to reject your rejection of life. Do something or perish.
you can really tell whether or not someone has experience persevering… sometimes i see people giving up at the slightest, littlest inconvenience and i’m like do you not see how not over it is… you have options… fight back oh my god you’re stressing me out
Your mother is problematic. Your father is problematic. Your son is problematic. Your aunt is problematic. The cashier at the local Tesco is problematic. You've probably bought a cookie from a bakery made by hands that have done unspeakable things. Every chocolate bar you've ever eaten has probably killed a 7 year old child slave in Cameroon. The gas that drives your car is fueled by engines of death. Every person who has ever smiled at you in the streets has committed some act that if you knew about it, would make you profoundly dislike them.
We have all been bad, small, petty, unlikeable, cruel, downright mean. Authors are not special "problematic" beings, they're just more public. Part of being an adult is recognizing that without mercy for our fellow human beings, and ourselves, we'd all be condemned to death. Reading fiction should help us understand that we're all irreparably tainted with evil, every system is corrupted, every line is broken.
And like, that's okay. That's what it means to be alive.
semi-drunk and watching old Community episodes but I honestly don’t think any other sitcom has ever had a moment like this; I think about it all the time
Inside by Bo Burnham is *the* definitive piece of Covid art. Nothing else really compares imo.
It even manages to capture those little details, like rampant millennial narcissism combined with pedantic socialist politics.