u/AustinNothdurft

Sex is a very intimate thing for me. I don’t want or get into hookups, pornography, short term dating. I thought someday that I’d meet a woman like myself, but I’m too old now.

The western world has normalized and injected sexuality in everything, to the point where my feelings are alien to most people. The exception is women in religious circles, who usually are married earlier than most. I don’t think it would be fair to anyone for me to pretend to find god for a woman.

I feel very alone and prepared for a future that was never coming. That’s it.

When I was 13 I opened my school locker and found a love letter. It was from the school’s English nerd. She was probably the best person in that school to write a love letter, and though I don’t remember most of the words anymore, the few that I do were incredibly vulnerable. She liked me more than anyone has ever liked me, including myself.

I didn’t care about relationships at the time. It felt immoral to date any girl as we’d be going to different high schools and nothing long term could really happen. I was also developing mental health problems that people didn’t exactly understand in the 2000’s. I wasn’t brave enough to explain all this when the time came to see her again; I told her a half truth, which was that I didn’t want to date anyone at the moment.

Other girls were attracted to me in high school and my early 20’s, but they never had a chance to really talk to me. My mental health did nothing but deteriorate for most of my life and it forced me out of university and into a NEET life for longer than I’d like anyone to know about. Severe depression, severe anxiety with strange mutism patterns, and some unconventional symptoms associated with these disorders.

Turning down this girl and the others who had an interest in me was the mature thing to do. I know that if I had ever been in a relationship with anyone things would’ve ended horribly, and some woman would’ve remembered me as their once-great boyfriend or husband that slowly became something too difficult to stomach.

I have recovered from many of my problems, enough to return to society. Work, save, and die. I’m in my 30’s now. There is no innocence in the dating world at my age. You can find casual sex from other sad millennials or people willing to settle for you as a partner… if you meet their algorithm for superficial happiness, but you won’t ever be their ideal. I doubt I’ll ever meet a woman in my position, it’s a man’s curse to be left behind by society and a woman’s to be preyed upon by it.

I wish I would’ve made the wrong choice, as horrible of a thing as that is to say. I threw away the chance to experience innocent love from a smart, kind, and caring person. I’m aware that I’m damning myself a bit by having these feelings and they’re something I have to work through.

and he carried it around for almost a week and the producers had to tell him not to dump it on anyone

What is a callomanic supposed to be?

I tried to look it up again with other people's gameplay, but you only get all of the details if you have high action skills.

Ignore this post if you have obviously unhealthy thoughts or compulsions

Back in the past, a lot of religions believed that inanimate things had souls… the rocks and the trees had a life we couldn’t exactly see but could feel. Sometimes it was little invisible creatures extending from things, a spirit that guards the moss. Other times it was just the objects themselves.

I’m guessing most minimalist are pretty divided on spiritual matters, part of the community being very tribal people and the other being very modern. For this thought experiment it doesn’t matter what side of the isle you come from….. the point is that if you feel for the inanimate world, whether rationally or not, ultra-minimalism is a fantastic thing.

I’m maybe %85 of my way to my minimalist goals and the closer I get, the more my things that remain have a pseudo-intimate place in my life. The trash is gone, the impulsive purchases are gone, all the things that make my life worse or tempt me with a bad “relationship” are gone.

I’m sure a lot of you have had the same thoughts about your things too. Your special mug maybe, it has a purpose. If it’s form matched its function, then it would be happy to not be one of 70 crowding a cabinet and rarely used. Your consumables don’t rot, your trophies are not just one of many… your relationship with the world around you is more deliberate and thoughtful…. especially if you buy things that are used or “unfit for sale” and give away or sell what you can.

Tl;dr

It’s nice to feel like you see and are part of the world instead of its controller and the little you own is treated well.

He quit guys

She had PPP

Also the jurors are a bunch of white women and one black man fighting

Would’ve been a good small segment :(

It is unbelievably good. It’s basically a noir spy novel told through crpg/dice roll mechanics. You play as a lesbian communist fighting fascists and I’m still recommending this game to you. It’s set in what is basically their world’s Cold War, and the central theme is the End of History and the powerlessness of someone inside the machine. I can’t say much more because the story revolves around mystery and case discovery, but if you play games this one is worth your time.

EDIT: Oh I forgot, you increase stat potential by internalizing thoughts that change how you play the game. Get a +1 to your gut instincts, but get mentally punished anytime you show mercy to a target, stuff like that.

Obviously don’t read this if you haven’t played the game.

The second I got the >!imprinting device!< I spent all game looking for avenues to use it. Pseudopod never had a chance… then I found Holocene >!knocked out from the surgery!< and thought “oh, well I guess he’s also getting >!imprinted!<”…. then you meet Kindred in her >!anti-dream machine!< and again, one more opportunity for an >!imprint!<.

Three things about a item as powerful as this:

1. If I was Hershel I’d abuse it
2. I specifically didn’t let pseudopod join my team so that if I failed >!a part of me would live on, and disguised because I told no one.!<
3. You can’t use it to the potential this universe almost begs for

The game does a fantastic job of presenting the entire world as both irresponsible and unworthy of loyalty. I was very surprised that there ultimately was no path towards >!a selfish imperfect immortality!< as the villains are also apparently aiming towards and if the game let me, my Hershel would’ve went in the final mission with >!a full team of Hershel’s!<.

EDIT: You can’t >!imprint!< Kindred or Holocene… that’s the problem! You find two of your comrades unconscious and in the perfect state to have that option, but the game doesn’t let you.

Thank you reposting the “my wife’s boyfriend” line or a cartoon made to make trans stuff look cool to 10 year olds; It’s very funny and I love it when you joke about this, especially if you’re underaged. Remember the more you wear your worst fetishes on your sleeve the funnier it gets. If you’re already fat and retarded lean into it hard!

This series is actually pretty funny for nu-Sam stuff