The Miscellaneous Thread

@chris I suppose in the end I judge people on their authenticity, soul and character. I don't think that's so bad. Plenty of people out there judging people by the size of their ***** and tits and bank accounts and cars. There are worse ways to be. I'll be friends with someone who is fundamentally good, and interesting, before someone who is fundamentally wealthy and intelligent 100% of the time.  You can buy just about anything, but not good nor unique people. People can be made to have more money and knowledge, but a 24K **** will always be a 24K ****. There's nothing in the garden for that.

I don't think I am that. I think it's more a case of being vaguely autistic with a disturbing sense of humour. You'll just have to take my word for it that there's not a bad heart behind any of my posts. I Just have a highly developed sense of the oppressiveness and absurdity of human beings and their mores, beliefs and conventions... the whole circus, the ridiculous and puerile **** people do and say, their false morality, their stupid, incessant coveting of this and that, their petty crises of identity and self and self-righteousness. Their lack of interest in anything that isn't things, the get-by, the minutiae of the everyday. It's actually a big problem and it causes me to have considerable anxiety that has become badly generalised. I **** you not, whenever I step outside I feel crowds the way pigeons probably sense the elephant's foot invisibly radiating cell-corrupting death whenever they fly over the cement sarcophagus in Pripyat. I think 'Welp, here we ******* go again--time for the charade, the daily LARP as one of these things who believe they are divine as they shove food into the same orifice they breathe through, with the hair products, and the three-year-plans and the tote bags, agonising over what vacuum cleaner nozzle they should buy to clean the dust out of the windowsills. Have you ever heard the saying: Did you ever feel like the world was a Tuxedo and you were a pair of brown shoes?

I don't want to paint my life and mind romantically. I'm confident most people wouldn't want it. Most people I know are generally happier, and far less lonely than I am. And therefore, they are far more successful regardless of whatever I own that they don't. It isn't that I think I'm better than other people. It's that I believe I am exceptional in non-material ways that are very hard to value, and valued very rarely by very rare people. This is I think, very different. I also hold people to standards that are both strange and unrealistic. And unfair.

I bought a typewriter and have been going at it. The problem is I don't really know what's good and what isn't. I've never been good at estimating that. It's harder to know when it'syours.So far, the best method I've found is to write something, leave it in a drawer for a month, having forgotten about it, then look at it later. I estimate I discard 65-75% of what I produce.

* Edited at 12.27.2022, 11:26 PM ET *

If I go without caffeine for a day, I get very bad migraines for about another full day.

Can't imagine life without Coffee. It's a gift from God.

Refrain from unhealthy food, booze and sugar and fats everything else enjoyable all you wish. Congratulations, you've added 15 years of dull existence to your lifespan having sacrificed the better part of enjoyable time earning it. You've essentially made your life boring to purchase more additional boring life, and will be slightly less ****** up in your dotage--but still too old and brittle to make good use of whatever benefit you've accrued regardless. Kale smoothies won't keep you parasailing at ninety-four. Sorry kids. A slight mitigation against the ravages of time means approximately sweet **** all.

And what guarantee do you have that you'll live to see that return on your investment anyway? God is not up there with a pair of binoculars thinking 'Weeeel this cat is doing all the right things, guess I won't hit the smote button and have him fall asleep at the wheel after all'. You could die in an accident, you could get cancer, anything might happen.

Time doesn't exist in the hands of a clock. It exists in here * taps head*. That's why when you're standing in line at the checkout aisle, 5 minutes feels a lot longer than the 45 minutes you spend between a woman's legs.

Drink deep of your cup and drown your sorrow, for ye might may not get the chance tomorrow.

* Edited at 12.28.2022, 9:03 PM ET *