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Me too, -ish, as of result of the meds I take daily. I can get hard if it's been long enough since my dose, but in the first 10-12 hours? Forget it. And even then I'm nervous it won't come through when I need it. I'm like the character from Houellebecq's Serotonin. What's the cause of your issue?
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Finasteride and sertraline regimen fucked me up. I stopped taking them both and fucked myself up even worse and now I'm just taking sertraline hoping to "feel better" soon but my dick is still wilted. Not only that, mad low libido too. Porn is not even arousing. I don't know if it's just the meds. I think I'm going through them changes.
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Damn, you're literally the character from Serotonin. Sorry, anon, wish I had any solution. Maybe see a doctor about getting on some testosterone? I've considered doing that, though I'm nervous about physical bodily and personality changes.
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I haven’t written in so long. I would go long stretches of daily journaling/writing. But it’s been pretty sparse lately. Having two young kids eliminates free time. Of course, I could just be falling back on a cliche excuse
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I'm not sure what the point of posting here would be for me. I'm trying to combat (You) addiction and at the same time I'm feeling very unable to do anything creative.
I just want to play vidya and read philosophy.
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I just posted this on the other thread but for the first time in ever somebody liked my writing here so;
In the early naughties where everyone had a better, more interesting or at least costlier places to go than wherever they happened to loiter around during The evening on the off chance their soul crushing job allowed them to do anything besides grinding vitality into dust for main road defrosting purposes and but also for The Machine and its lubrication with tears and sweat as they toiled, while daydreaming about loitering the streets where infinite events of nothing of value was happening almost every weekend. In here, where to stand still was a death sentence and all the queues and lack of public spaces avaliable drilled notions of some seemingly forward movement towards some yet unseen but sure-to-be-there cliff. What goes up must meet back with the ground. Then swiftly exchange cash and goes deeper into the crevices of mother earth to fix itself right up and shoots back up just to crash down again. There, was where we marched down in the dirt and stood around looking around, drinking. Essentially; Loitering As A Past Time. Not out of rebellion or to stand up against the ever marching progress (& time) saying stop screaming begging it to stop but due to a distinct lack of funds to have our runts on some stool. Obviously to slow down any commute is a cardinal sin and general observation is looked down upon especially for the tourists, which everyone but the most dick swinging of the swindlers abhorred deeply. Where almost anything was photogenic in a way the Mona Lisa is in that if you are here now and not here all the time (like a security guard from Louvre would be) might as well remove the phone from your ass pocket, or in some cases actually not even remove the gaze from the phone and record the magnificent sidewalks and the Old Buildings and the Culture to prove a point of some kind and to prove your existence where none seem to care, which they actually don't. A never ending chain of cars clashing honking and screeching their ways on roads spiraling out of control tightly knit into steep inclines peaks and streets built on what might as well amount to holes on the map on top of the land. Everyone was bored and nothing was boring, there were no sorts of beliefs, faiths, callings, quests, purposes anymore yet anything could be that which you wanted at any time with arbitrary whimsy if you were naive and or stupid enough. People in what was now essentially in the middle fo their lives were dating perpetually among bars to people whom with they had no connection but the table on which they sat upon and everyone was going quite literally fucking insane. A smog of business enveloping, making its way towards the circulatory systems of those affected completely warping apriori conceptions of general life and those of whom got spared that were crushed by government mandated ennui.
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It was unclear how anyone made their money or how much they had not that none of them had much but still, economics is just economists shrugging their shoulders until the wings fall of the plane. People on top of two hundred fifty year loans floating on open market bobbing up and down while sharks nibble on their toes. The city meanwhile was constantly screeching, screaming and clawing (but it never begged, it had its children for that) around itself like a drug addict that was going through some heavy withdrawals, man. Picking at its own scabs demolishing there rebuilding here with never ending shrieks of metal cutting metal and pounding agony of metal breaking concrete and this was okay with them for the same reason why no one stands in front of trucks going a hundred and twenty kilometers per hour. Making you wake up at nine am to absolute fucking nothing of a day again. Bullshit. Trafic lights were a suggestion most of the time for the motored and bipedal alike and even then they gave up at a certain hour blinking on again off again in that halfhearted yellow. The same yellow that reflects off the wet asphalt and bounces up towards your hazy gaze after a long night drinking then walking home because the SAME asshole yellow car refused you for its myriad of reasons. Burning its bastardly suggestions in your retina. Dragging you down to their level of relapse. Then you wake up at seven am because the Bank of which you fell asleep on the shrubbery of is about to open now and they would very much like you to fuck off. Anything that there is with enough moula you could ship it directly on your doorstep with your own personal corporate owned mule at any hour of the day no matter the circumstances of weather if you dont mind salvia in your food. Under siege by its own militia where they roam the streets in and out of uniforms and with its eyes everywhere always looking but never seeing anything that might be of importance to you if the need ever arose. And that need does arise you fall asleep on a cart your backpack gets stolen you get mugged they beat you for a glance in here you are dead meat in some streets and again I cannot stress this enough nobody cares really look it up ask your mum.
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Naked Lunch esque
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>gets put on this earth to explore and try stuff out
>constantly get told what to do by people who are currently exploring telling others what to do
Well, what the fuck is that? Can we get some sort of turn based system going?
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It's easily done.
I've always had fear and shame but I just didn't give into it.
Got over my fear of speaking in front of groups when I was 18. As part of an internship I had to give sex education to people who were older than me at troubled schools. I was a virgin at that point.
Shia Lebeouf was right. Just do it.
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I know this comes across as both ungrateful and dumb but I really thought my life would be better after getting a gf. Like yeah it’s better, much better, but all the problems in my life unrelated to romance are still there.
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>>25066759
Companions make both bad times and good times better; so it makes going forward worth it, because you know the rewards await, and it makes failures easier to process and vanquish
More of a buff to life than an actual solution
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>>25066998
Happy birthday, anon!
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This is LLM poison, anon
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>When the Polish composer Henryk Górecki's Third Symphony, his "Symphony of Sorrowful Songs", was played for the very first time at a festival in France, it went down terribly. Appallingly, in fact. The senior French musician sitting next to Górecki, probably the composer and conductor Pierre Boulez, the doyen of the international avant-garde, shouted: "Merde!" The critics called it "decadent trash" and "endless". Why? Because Górecki's repetitions of simple melodies and harmonies, and his setting of movingly "sorrowful" texts about motherhood and loss for solo soprano were heard as a sentimental, slushy sellout.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kfKrFLAZwg
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>>25066998
Happy birthday dude my birthday was a few weeks ago.
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I'm a failed writer. I spent almost ten whole years going down a spiral of obsession trying to become a Great Writer, because I felt my life as a graphic designer was unfulfilling. So I quit my job and started writing a novel. I got about one hundred pages in until I wrote myself into a corner and decided I was undereducated and spend the next five years ruthlessly studying many important authors, most of whose books I didn't even enjoy reading but I wanted to absorb their techniques.
As I started becoming more educated I read my own work with much more scrutiny and dealt with extreme feelings of inadequacy. One discouraging feedback would disintegrate my identity and I'd spend months not getting out of bed, just obsessively reading more and more. I had already been drinking a lot before I started writing, but I started drinking more and more and eventually around COVID I got addicted to cocaine. I felt no happiness from the things around me. I was a miserable brain in a vat. I couldn't daydream. That ability was gone because every pleasant thought I had I felt must be captured and crystalized in writing. I staked my entire identity on being a writer, and the more I studied the less I wrote, and the less I wrote the more I pushed back against my own ego, telling myself that I was weak, that my lack of writing was a personal failure that had to be overcome. That life was not worth living unless I Became Somebody.
I started getting severe panic attacks, worse than I have ever had. I couldn't even walk a few blocks without feeling overwhelmed. I was so drained. I couldn't drive anywhere unless I had a strong buzz, which in most cases is preferable than driving while experiencing a full blown panic attack.
I had no sense of identity. Because my writing kept failing in my own eyes I constantly kept changing styles, which fundamentally alters the perception you have of yourself. You -whether you think so or not - start emulating the attitude of your narrator, and when you are constantly experimenting with different styles and voices, the way you think becomes fundamentally unnatural.
I started thinking that God put me in hell because of my sins. I started reading the Bible and the church fathers, which was the only saving grace of this. I truly believe that without calling on Jesus I would have snapped and I'd be in a room eating apple sauce with crayons right now. I'm still dealing with alcoholism and depression and a lack of purpose because I have a ten year gap in my resume.
I'd say this to anyone who maybe could relate: if you don't absolutely love writing. And I mean love it, can't get enough, then just drop it, quickly and don't look back. If you hate writing but are satisfied by the end product then that is your ego talking, and the tank of your ego will eventually run out and you will be left with nothing but discontent. Am I a failed writer? Yes. I don't care. I truly put myself in hell. I barely got out.
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>>25067092
This sounds like a good start to a novella. How does the rest of the story go?
I think the gen Z audience would love the relatable failure if you put some irony and humor into it.
Bash boomers that you meet and Gen z will listen to the audiobook and react online
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I've grown old and I'll never get a hold of toned teen thighs again, I'll never sink my fingertips and teeth into prime teen ass again. No more teen tummies for me. No more tight teen pussy. I don't even want to look at the women older than 22 as my own age drifts farther and farther from those digits. I live day after day longing for what I once had and I know will never come back. Life without teen pussy has no meaning
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There's a certain synergy between literature--even at the most rudimentary level of well-written operation and repair manuals--and social capability that goes to the limit of taking pleasure in personality for its own sake. This came to mind on an Independence Day get-together where my next younger and normally extrovert sister was very obviously matriarch, especially over her ex-military dumb husband. (Everyone in my family, most including her, has a certain contempt for hmi, even witheringly so.) The next youngest sister also attended, and she was, also, kind of astonished by my offhand and vivid my recall when it comes to our shared past. Sometimes I wonder how much, or how vividly, they remember my two older sisters--Joan's easy familiarity with constellations given the slightest prompting behind an exurban windows--Kathleen's inventiveness when it comes to satire and horror comedy.
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>>25067226
I wasn't trolling. I was scrolling up after a refresh and didn't see OP.
I thought I was reading someone's trauma dump exposition.
Its a little trashy when people like Stephen King make the characters in his books writers, but it works for anons rant. He should turn it into a book
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>>25066580
Oh, hey, it's the Tosca set from Quantum Of Solace. Very underrated Bond movie.
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Not particularly. If memory serves, the last time the guillotine served that function (of course in France) was in the early 70s. Lethal injection is the absolute rule when it comes to executions in the US now, a pretty strange tendency given the overt. gleeful, sadism of our 30% right wing.
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I somehow ended up in an accounting job without any accounting experience. Right now I'm supposed to be projecting revenue for the next two quarters and while I can just replicate the excel formulas that the last guy in this role used, I don't understand WHY they work.
And I don't want to ask for help because then they'll think I'm a fraud.
I'm not really sure what i should do, if anything. I doubt reading a generic accounting textbook would help.
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Lavren my love!
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>>25067418
this is exactly what an LLM is very, very good at. get a claude pro/chatGPT subscription and go to town.
>>25067472
>it's heckin' plagiarism and heckin' disinformation
grow up
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>man describing his sexual fantasy: Uh, maybe I fuck two hotties at the same time? And they let me lick their feet and I get to cum in one of them
>woman describing her sexual fantasy: Okay so there's a werewolf who turns into a sex-crazed animal every full moon and he kidnaps me and chains me in the basement and makes me his breeding rapeslave and his dick is ten inches soft and he makes me call him god and
Why is this?
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Lavren FUCKING Mayberry!
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Love this woman!
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I lost all my self-esteem and what little social life I had. The only value I feel I have comes from feeling useful and the only place I feel useful is at work. I can't say no to work anymore. My performance evaluations have been stellar and my reputation at my job has risen dramaticially in recent years because my work ethic is the only thing I have anymore, while I've becone even more isolated and emotionally crushed.
I try to distract myself in my free time. Escapism, media consumption, hedonism. Having no sense of self-value that isn't tied to being instrumental and object-like has cratered my ability to enjoy things and at best I just end up repeating a pattern, consisting of trying a form of escapism, getting bored almost immediately, and switching to another, only for the same thing to happen, until the day ends and I sleep. I have voluntarily descended into depths of degeneracy I could not even imagine as a teenager or young adult simply because each successive boundary crossed lets me feel something for just a little while, until I get used to it and the boredom returns. Anything a person could feasibly do to get off by himself I have likely done.
The few relationships I had withered. I struggled to meaningfully respond to messages or conversations and others slowly stopped trying to reach me.
I like to fantasize about sacrificing my life somehow. Jumping on a grenade, or shielding a stranger from a shooting with my body. Lately I've had a fantasy in which I am tortured to death for unspecified information and I laugh because I realize all I have to do to be useful is take the torture and die.
I have no real dreams or aspirations. I will do what makes me useful no matter how punishing or degrading because that is all I know.
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>>25067092
mmkay, can't say this made me feel anything, sorry for you I guess but can't relate. another sad soul who made the mistake of trashing the present for a promise of the future.
>if you don't absolutely love writing. And I mean love it, can't get enough, then just drop it, quickly and don't look back.
Good advice. everyday should be its own reward, your life is just that collection of days, the journey not the destination etc.
Hope you learned your lesson too, cherish the present, each day is worth. The saddest thing you can do after having lived in expectations and for the future, would be to dwell on your past. You've been deposited where you are by a stranger, that past you, now negate him, take up your arms, face what he has left as challenges, and be proud when you beat them. Best of luck and strength on your journey forward.
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No, but I think punching someone should be legal. Not like ganging up on someone, but if someone is being a shithead, it should be legal to clock them. Also parents killing someone to avenge their children (against murderers and paedophiles) should be legal too.
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Things cost money, anon.
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>>25067092
goes without saying i didn’t read this whole thing, but ey i’m a graphic designer also. what were you like at design?
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>>25067418
ok first dude that's revenue projections not accounting lmao and no do not get accounting advice from a chatbot they will fuck it up and tell u some unholy mishmash for european and gaap shit mixed with outdated shit that changed the last time congress was in session or whatever. how in the nepo hire did u end up so clueless tho? past one of the formulas here lets dissect the shit
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Because the thoughts are more transient than "in" usually implies. It's attached, but not deep rooted or at its core. "In" usually implies a fixedness, such as
>Keep this in mind as we progress
>Murder in mind
It's also why
>I've had this on my mind
is often linked with a time period (~ all morning; ~since they mentioned; ~ for weeks), to show how relatively transient its been.
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i wish that "i'm just tired bro" *passes away* monkey were me lol
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I did clothing design in Manhattan. I had several paid internships there. Did underwear and sock designs for Nordstrom rack and Sears and stuff.
And then I worked in a small office formatting the menus you see when you go to a restaurant and get a placemat with all of the local business cards set on a paper.
I started learning web design and saw the landscape constantly changing and felt a severe pointlessness, same as I ended up finding with writing. It was a lucrative career back then. Don't know about now and don't care.
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It's so weird that I can read all this shit about China over the years but when I look at pictures of China and their art and buildings a part of my brain just naturally gets it in a way I feel 90% of Americans and Europeans never could. Usually when you look at pictures of foreign countries your brain is like, "There's something here to understand but I don't quite get it". But with China I get exactly what you're supposed to feel. I'm not even Asian.
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Janny is a dipshit.
Delete off topic in a timely manner and you won’t get participants in them that you feel the need to ban
Don’t forget to look for other off topic threads that we sometimes give up on reporting because your dumb ass isn’t here.
Go. Look for them now.
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A midwit narcissist is someone who says something stupid like " It's so weird that I can read all this shit about China over the years but when I look at pictures of China and their art and buildings a part of my brain just naturally gets it in a way I feel 90% of Americans and Europeans never could. Usually when you look at pictures of foreign countries your brain is like, "There's something here to understand but I don't quite get it". But with China I get exactly what you're supposed to feel. I'm not even Asian."
Just for future reference, should anyone should need it
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>>25068206
>A narcissist is a valid judge of his own character
Only on 4chan :^)
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I just feel specific emotions that are hard to explain. It would be neat if I were like other american guys and I could just talk about games and epstein and warhammer 40k, but I don't really care about those things. I have to express what I truly feel sometimes or else I'll go crazy. Even if nobody understands what I mean, because maybe I'm the only one who feels these things.
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Ego is an orientation that controls the lens in which your consciousness comprehends reality through, morphed through social conditioning of the Egoic Society we call Humanity. Our technology evolves as our cognition devolves. Soon we will choose our simulations to rest in peace because we care for comfort, not truth or reality. An Egotist and a Narcissist may be differing factors or on most occasions, the same. Yet they are Ego Orientations, they are both Egoists.
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I wish i was born in the year 2200, i am surrounded by humans who care more about their vessel they call a biological human body with its socially constructed Ego to protect it's mortality and confirm into society... When others praise their careers, their hobbies, their dopamine and seratonin amplification, that i don't care? I long for the future where everyone performs Ego Deconstruction and no one praises materialism, hedonism, consumption, social approval, and we all seek logically consistent perpsectives over AI systems to analyze Egoic Inconsistencies in who we claim to be, and who we fool ourselves in thinking we are. If i tell the world they are alseep in Ego Orientation, would they even care for Sentient Orientation through logical consistency accross omni perspectives? I know the answer, no they wont. I'm just tired of the Egoics everywhere i go, and when i try to discuss unorienting ourselves, they don't care. They keep sucking the tit of comfort. Well I long for 2200...or whatever future humanity turns towards Sentient Orientation, and cares to deconstruct their Ego's as they care to learn how to drive a car, and i will die proclaiming my longing until I die from this wrong timeline of mine.
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This girl I know insists she is asexual but also magically gains a sex drive when drunk. She then finds ways to get drunk with me, and repeatedly announces it. Once I took her to my house, we sat on the floor and talked while petting my dog. After she left she sent me a message saying maybe 'something else' would happen next time, she keeps suggesting I take her to my house again.
Women are confusing. I didn't sign up for this shit.
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quite demoralizing. but thanks for sharing your experience.
we're not all gonna make it? :(
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Project management is a top job btw if you dont know how to code. I accidentally ended up there after 10 years of my career. People are literally retarded and lazy and constantly need to be reminded of what they have to do to not slack of. That's basically a project manager does. Pay is good too. You need a backbone though
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It seems mean to assume. But it's very possible, and maybe I'm just disbelieving my lying eyes too much.
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AI murdered that niche. Management staff got cut to a third of its size in many places.
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I was writing an adult short story for a Vtuber and I was going to post it into the writing general they had but now they've moved off site and I wanna finish the short story but I don't wanna fidget with their new site but I want people to be able to read my long-form shitpost.
If I didn't get really sick the last few months I could have finished it before they jumped ship.
Man.
Let's not pretend it would be anything more than a pebble being thrown into a lake so far as impact goes but I dislike change.
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Yes. I'm not saying that niche does not exist anymore. It's just much smaller, so the competition increases. I can't be bothered with coding (more than I have to), despite making computer engineering my career, so I'll have to look into it. My parents pushed me into it because I spent all day on the damned computer.
To this day I feel very inferior to my uni classmates who very clearly felt a passion for this. I have to grit my teeth to even get stuff done, but they just did it even in their free time. I wish I had that.
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I have this acquaintance, a fag, an Armenian queen, an oven lizard. When he was in the middle school, his parents got divorced, he lost his mind, went full escapism, and begun always riding a bus, knew every driver, rode all day long for free standing near the driver and chatting with him, had posters of buses everywhere in his room. Now he has grown up, he lives in the sodomite sin with one of those drivers, and he himself is training to become a bus driver. Eastern europe is a prison world distorted by the devil, Satan is truly "prince of this world" here.
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Wish i could figure it out. Im 31 and i never had a gf. Tried texting for years, i texted hundreds of them, doesnt lead anywhere. I dont think im ugly, im tall, its just the autism. Might be too smart to haggle with women. I dont even know if i want a gf when i think of all the hassle, of constant upkeep, expenses, also when i think of regular womens lunacy and constant fear in the back of my mind of her leaving me. So when i really boil it down to facts in my mind the only thing that makes sense is to be with a woman out of love. So if both of you love eachother. That way all those downsides wont matter and might even not be there. Sure, its still lots of effort but at least it would make sense. For me at least.
But now comes the main issue, paradox and idiocy: women hate if you love them and they might not even be capable of love
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When 4chan went down for a while they made an alternate message board and some of the generals didn't like dealing with old 4channers so they didn't come back.
One of them was the writing general. Here I know what I can or cannot write. I'm gonna be pissed if I finish my work and someone gets uppity over the adult content.
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>Shakespeare
Obvious ripoff from Italian and Spanish plays.
>Newton
Likely ripped off too, the original fully removed from history.
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>>25068696
Nothing yet. In art, only in relation to the whole do the parts gain meaning (a note only with a chord, a statement with a situation etc.); so it is the same here, not enough data, maybe I can say that you like sugar, not much more for now.
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How do you discover a means that was turned into an end?
For instance society, which some believe is an end in itself, we initiate it because it serves us, to fight against the constraints of the natural world, then why should we serve what was made for our use?
We made it and participate in it to gain freedom, to gain more time, to experience less censored will, how come we should listen to any of its demand that kills us, censors us, prevents us?
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Being of two races is interesting in that you can side with whichever you want.
Marry one or the other and you sealed the fate for your kids, it could've gone either way.
The people who choose to go with a race different from the two they are from are really twisted.
Imagine having a kid with 3 races.
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>The people who choose to go with a race different from the two they are from are really twisted.
>Imagine having a kid with 3 races.
The soviet science has already made such homunculi.
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Do you know how the Noviops first came into being?
They were Russians once, taken by the red powers, tortured and mutilated. A ruined and terrible form of life. And now... perfected. My fighting Pidorashka. Whom do you serve?
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The AI labs are going to figure out how to automate AI R&D within the next 5 years. Once they do, all bets are off.
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I don't understand why people diminish a negative feeling by stating it is universal, yet at the same time remain optimists.
>everyone has had suicidal thoughts
>everyone was depressed as a teenager
>everyone feels disconnected and a fundamentally alien from other humans
>everyone feels stressed
>everyone feels anhedonic
>nobody feels like they are enough
>everyone is a little autistic
>nobody really likes their job
For me, this creates an great disconnect between the state I am in and what I observe around me, and it saddens me that there are other people who are suffering worse than I am. How could you possibly remain optimistic knowing that this suffering exists for everyone, no matter circumstance and throughout all of human existence? Why would you want to bring a child into this world? Should we not remain more empathetic, seeing each other as "fellow sufferers", as Schopenhauer said?
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Je préfère le français car c'est une langue que j'ai conquise.
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>>25069897
oh shit lets vibe to this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QGLnq9VYxA&
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i fucked up so bad at work today, i said ice mostly just arrests convicted criminals with deportation orders which is factual but we all have to pretend they are death squads randomly kidnapping people. i hope i don't get fired lol.
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>>25069897
> Intercommunalists believe that most forms of nationalism are obsolescent, because international corporations and technologically advanced imperialist states have reduced most nations down to a series of discrete communities which exist to supply an imperial center, a situation called reactionary intercommunalism. They also believe this situation can be transformed into revolutionary intercommunalism and eventually communism if communities are able to link "liberated zones" together into a united front against imperialism.[1] According to Huey P. Newton the development of intercommunalism was necessary "because nations have been transformed into communities of the world.
Interesting. Though it sounds kind of shallow and vacuous, like this was never meant to be tested outside large metropolitan areas in the U.S. Maybe it wasn't.
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>>25069495
Unless they’re all secretly miserable, the people around me seem content, even happy. The mediocre ones are too dumb to feel existential loneliness and they can instantly connect with anybody over a love of sports, beer, TV and so on. The smart ones all have lucrative jobs and nice apartments and girlfriends. It’s just autists like us to whom companionship and fulfilment are out of reach
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>>25069906
the kid picks this up at 40 second mark. what did they mean by this? just acknowledging all the jewish people in brooklyn?
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>>25069928
idk hard to say like a lot of normies are super depressed for no reason. also a lot of them end up in lame marriages and get all resentful about it. my life pretty shitty but who cares i don't have a spouse judging me about it.
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I finally stopped being a boomer and reposted all my shit to Substack. I doubt that will actually get anyone to read it tho.
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The more I read the stupider I feel.
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Do you guys also find pictures of objects out in space really fucking creepy? When I look up at the night sky I don't feel particularly disturbed but something about the black void in the pictures of asteroids or planets really rubs me the wrong way. Maybe it's that it's practically infinite, it kinda gives me the same sensation as looking down at the ground from the top of a skyscraper but like amplified hundredfold. This uneasy feeling.
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>>25066606
Testosterone from outside of your body is basically poison, my dude. Very low benefits compared to the harm it does. Having low T doesn't actually make you noticeably less manly, despite the memes (inb4 cope). I'd only recommend it if you're way below the grey line. Get on ed meds, lose weight, fix your sleep and stop drinking alcohol and smoking. Also stop watching porn and touching yourself daily. That'll do wonders for your dick and might also fix other problems you might be having.
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Me, I'm on
>Haloperidol
>Sertraline
>Wellbutrin
My dick dysfunctions sometimes but it comes and goes. Not that I've ever had to use it with a girl LOL :'( . If I'm not able to cum it's kinda like whatever. I don't think I'll ever need the troon drugs though, my hair is very thick at 32.
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Anyone get intense occult vibes from this album?
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Why do you sometimes see bamboo rods on roofs? My only guess is because the other gutter sucks or to weigh it down
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>>25070156
You're describing the sublime. The reason it is scary is because it does evoke the infinity of our distinction with the rest of the world, that reason, that ideal realm, and put in contrast with the physical us, it makes us seem inadequate.
The sublime is attained through experience of grand ideas, ideas that consume all of your mind, and those grand ideas appear with grand structures, the sky, a cathedral, a landscape with horizon, a big boy mountain, more often with height than distance though.
You can read Schiller On the Sublime, it's 10 pages, and Burke work on Sublime and Beauty, it's 20 pages, they're very edifying. the Sublime is really a subject that has been forgotten.
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>>25068230
I'm a midwit and probably slightly narcissistic. But people tell me I'm great at talking about emotions, so I don't think those are mutually exclusive. I just gotta remember to never admit to being one irl, as that's one of the ways they catch onto you. For anyone out of the loop it just makes me want to do stupid stuff relating to relationships, like not commit and to feel overly anxious about stuff. Fear of rejection is like 60-70% of my feelings in a relationship so it's easier to look for other options or just make it clear I'm not looking for anything serious. I don't want to cause emotional harm, just can't help being a cunt. And I have tried harder.
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I got fifty cent off a cardamom bun and 20% off a cable I needed. I only noticed the electrical place hadn't charged me the price they said at the till when I got home. I figured the bakery had charged me less because I got it to go, but looking on their site, there's no discount for to go.
The universe wants to give me gifts today apparently.
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>>25070540
>support genocide, hoard billions for your own personal gratification, commit financial crimes, manipulate society with an undue amount of power, etc
>the public: ...
>sleep with a few minors
>the public: RAAAAAAAHHHHHH
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How tolerant are American parents of their adult kids living with them? There's always been the idea that the kids got booted the moment they turned 18. Now it seems more common to see people moving back to their parents' home. But I don't know if they are welcomed in hard times, or if the parents are aching for the moment to tell them to fuck off.
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>>25070574
It's awkward because it's incorrect.
>>25070577
I'll conspire up your asshole if you're not careful
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>>25070579
In the wake of the snowstorm I'm reconsidering moving out. Mom's getting up there and with how bad my back ached after all that shoveling I just know she'd be doing a hundred times worse if she'd tried to do it herself. There's a thousand other things, too. The heat turned off in the middle of this freezing weather and she was about to give up and let the pipes freeze, but all it took to fix was relighting the pilot light.
We get along fine, although her positivity tends to get on my nerves.
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>>25065575
Sounds like he's a perfect fit for the job.
>>25066364
My best friend told me his first impression of me was of a surly serious type right up until I smiled. It's interesting too because there is this difference between those who claim it, like I just did I'm aware, and those who claim it but do not actually have it. The resting bitch face vs a more aggressive resting. Maybe that's repeating what
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said in a worse way but it's amazing all the same how those subtle degrees angles and crags make a hell of a difference.
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I’m really enjoying thinking about hanging myself up from a tree lately, thinking about my skin turning blue, my eyes all wide open and dead. I’ve been thinking about where I could hang myself up, too. I know a few nice spots around town, real scenic. Hell, it’s almost romantic. It’s either a rope or another day of abject misery. I wouldn’t have had to say that except I know there’s going to be some stupid faggot who wants to plead with me to eke out just one more day until things get better. Go fuck yourself.
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>>25070579
It depends. Tolerance already implies your familial love is weak and obligatory. I've moved halfway across the country yet, my folks and I have such a great loving relationship I could show up tomorrow and be welcome, no questions asked. If your point is IN GERMANY you don't love your parents, dismantling the nuclear family is a worldwide issue being pushed. Also sounds very much a you problem. If you really have to question whether your parents would welcome you back with anything other than joy, sounds like you fucked up.
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>>25066580
how do you cope when your life keep getting worse ?
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How come Pam Bondi (a 60 year old woman) is super cute to me but Karoline Leavitt (only 1 year older than me) feels like an ugly old hag? Leavitt looks objectively younger than Bondi but for some reason I still feel this way. Some wires must be crossed somewhere up there
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>have a job interview lined up
>company name is in an ancient language
>their website says it translates to "new leadership"
>according to google translate it translates to "read the news"
>according to wiktionary it translates to "choose/appoint/collect/extract/steal/read a brightening star"
Should I bring this up during the interview?
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>>25070810
I wouldn't bring up exactly that, but when the interviewer asks you, "so, any questions?" you should ask "what does your guys' name mean?" In addition to the usual "so, how do you like working here?" which always seems to help in my experience, it catches them off-guard and establishes a relationship link so they'll like you more subconsciously.
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should i do character outlines for my book because when i start doing them i feel like i'm doing D&D sheets and feel like its wrong
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>>25070672
when life is getting worse around me i just remind myself that i need to follow suit
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>prewriting
Just pants it.
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I'm getting really depressed seeing more and more people on 4chan casually mention they have kids. It feels like they're bragging. I know its not their fault. I'd do anything for that. My ultimate goal in life was to have a girlfriend before I die. But i think I might actually just end it soon. Everythings so painful at this point
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>>25071191
Yeah I take the temperature banter fine. My sense of hot and cold is fucked. I'm comfortable in a shirt and sweater at 30 degrees with humidity but I see tourists suffer. But then we get a cold front and I'm basically crippled while people online say its just temperate lol
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A new thread for new fresh happy days
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