Talking to socially competent people is such a refreshing and under appreciated blessing in life. It’s actually so fucking rare for people to take genuine interest in other people’s lives or want to exchange new ideas or perspectives about things that are actually interesting…
I kind of hate that every woman I see that is making good money and has autonomy over their time is a literal prostitute. No shade no hate to their game but that is so defeating. But I'm also starting to think that's maybe just a psyop that is being pushed.
one of the biggest lessons I learned from being in climate science in the 00s, which I often need to remind myself, is that scientifically-minded people who care about truth and accuracy are poorly-suited to engaging with people who lie through their teeth for a living.
I’m officially transitioning from a nihilistic doomer to a hedonistic absurdist.
I’ve accepted that society is a collapsing mental asylum run by narcissists, worshipped by NPCs, and funded by wage slaves.
Nothing has meaning, morality is cosplay, and the future is already cooked.
So I’m done being depressed. I’m getting drunk, chasing pleasure, laughing at the chaos, and enjoying humanity’s extinction event from the VIP section.
every now and then i see a girl so completely normal, attractive, fit but not too fit, well groomed and styled but not in an excessive way, and wonder.. what does the internal life of a person like that look like?
in july my 66yo Mom broke her fourth bone (knee) in the last 2 years (left & right arm, spine fracture) and was in a wheel chair from ignoring her osteoporosis she got dxed with in her 40s so I started lifting heavy ~daily and this just fixed literally everything in my life?
lack of people pairing up into couples and getting married reduces social cohesion in unexpected ways. we got new neighbors. saw the guy outside, said hi. turns out his sister died the day he moved in. obviously, him and i never discussed this. but his wife told my wife - only the two women would communicate that.
so my wife got them flowers - and gave them to his wife. now, we’re basically friends overnight. but there’s no way the two men in the situation (him and i) would have done this absent the women. i wouldn’t get a guy flowers (bizarre, to me) and he wouldn’t (from his perspective) dump this information on some random guy he doesn’t know. you begin to understand the complex formalities present in cultures like victorian england or feudal japan that carved clear avenues and back channels for things like this.
@padmenachos Para mi lo mas raro es como los yankis le dicen latino a, por ejemplo, un nieto de mexicanos. En Argentina un hijo de brasileños nacido aca es un argentino, no un brasileño-argentino o esas cosas que se inventaron para no decirle estadounidenses a los hijos de inmigrantes.
The biggest problem with not being on the path you know you need to be on is that you will feel a persistent sense of meaninglessness intruding on otherwise fun and productive experiences.
Society unfortunately long ago did away with the psychoanalytic understanding of depression as often containing a SHIT ton of aggression towards the self
In this kind of depression, there is often a narcissistic injury of not meeting some ego ideal.
Even less understood, that
i no longer internalize people disliking me when i have never done anything to warrant their ill feelings because i understand that their contempt towards me either stems from projection, envy, or misunderstanding. whatever it may be, i don't care to change their mind
Goth is now bourgeois. BDSM is mainstream. Nihilism is mainstream. Pornography is mainstream. Depression is mainstream. Suicide is mainstream. Loneliness is mainstream. Misanthropy is mainstream. Goth is now mainstream because everything goth represents has been absorbed into our culture.
I recently watched The Jungle Book again and I realized something interesting at the end. Mowgli represents man’s desires to stay wild, uncivilized and free. It’s the allure of the little girl at the end that pulls him into civilization. Tale as old as time maybe