u/Primary-Theory-1164

i've made more posts in the last two days than i had for months prior. ugh. i've just been losing my mind, need to put it somewhere. please scroll and dont comment if you dont care

maybe i just need an attentive ear

idk guys

i want to disappear okay ive had enuff

what is redeemable?

Just thought I'd mention it

Not trite cliches, continuously recycled on self-help sites and books. Actual positivity.

Anyone have any wisdoms?

Sexiest: Spirit on the Water

Most sexually evocative: All Over You (duh!)

What do you think?

I harbour so much hate. So fucking much. My hatred overwhelms. It's not even really directed toward some particularity. It just is. It just bubbles. Well, it is directed to some particularities (mostly myself, but also abstract things like, say, temptation, greed, selfishness), but even if I ceased to direct my hate, it still just is. It is. It is. I think, therefore I hate. Hate nothing at all except hatred, right? Well, I hate lots of things, and then supplement that by hating the fact I'm so hateful too.

I envy the virgin who has never tasted the carnal drug.

I feel like I know the recipe for my happiness, but am deprived of any of the ingredients. And I feel like it doesn't matter because even if I had all the ingredients and I know the recipe, well, a cookbook doesn't automatically create a good chef. I could follow it step-by-step and still fuck something up along the way. The disparity of theory and practice. In theory, I know what I need, but I cannot execute that.

I resent puritanical prohibition, but I am a filthy sinner too and tormentingly self-aware of it. I wish that there were peace in the squalor and filth of sin

I am fundamentally free, and I should be shameless. It would make sense, shameless culture which I have inherited, but ashamed I remain... of every single small transgression, and every grand and major fuckup.

I don't believe I'm currently in a place where I'm capable of being a boyfriend to anyone. I cannot love. I am capable only of identifying things which ease my pain and make me less conscious of my usually-self-directed hatred. I am only capable of using people.

There is a girl. We used to fuck, and we've been talking about it again recently. My judgment being right, she is exactly the same. A user... who only wants to use me, and only bothers paying me any attention because she has that goal in mind. She cannot rail herself. So she wants to develop a relationship wherein all (and nothing else!), alllll we provide each other is a momentary, climactic rush of self-dissolving pleasure, sexual pleasure which momentarily makes the whole surrounding world and the entire internal, psychic landscape disappear into nothingness before inevitably returning in the haunting form of post-nut clarity and misery, at which point you make it all again evanesce. And we do so with the most extreme and degenerate, freaky methods, methods which make me question myself in the afterthought.

What about my psychological constitution bred this domination kink? Is it sick and twisted? And what about hers has bred her kink for submitting to me? Nay, we even enjoy playing into the fantasy that she is notttt submitting so easily, but resisting me whilst althewhile I cannot cannot cannot possibly resist a body of such irresistibility. The voluptuous seductress she is; she the conquerer to overcome and come all over. And that is how she wants me to see her - lasciviously, objectifyingly, commodifyingly, exploitatively; she wants to be treated like all she is worth is her body, and frankly, to me that is all she is. And I do hate myself for it, but not enough to deprive myself of it. Besides, I'm only a dildo to her, one capable of thrusting itself, and one with firm dexterous hands to amplify the fun.

Is this what life is? Cyclical tending to the appetites until the body stops working?

When, at my door then, Death shall rap
And I, the fool, shall feel the beat;
Yes I, the fool, shall dance with him
Moving my way toward the heat,
Toward the light or t'ward the flame.
The lightward way: I pray, I pray.
Take me homeward to homely grace;
Take me to that wholesome place.

I feel like there is an affinity between the "Golden God" and the "world's greatest superhero" as characters. The two actors are scarily convincing as psychos too, and I believe there is an alternate universe somewhere where Antony Starr is cast as Dennis while Glenn Howerton plays Homelander.

So, what do you think Dennis would think about Vought and about Homelander's antics? What would Homelander think of Dennis? Would he see another puny, irrelevant human, or perhaps be taken aback when he perceives something of himself in Dennis? Would Dennis try to get his grubby mits on some V and, if so, what power would best suit Dennis' character?

I am a mere and humble 20 years of age, starved of fellow Dylanologists in my own generation. Woe is me

edit - so it's pretty diverse, question to peeps in the 15-30 range, do you meet many other Dylan fans your age? question to peeps in the 50+ range, did you attend any of his more particularly famous gigs?

Jokerman is more like a trickster than a jester, the archetype embodied not by the typical medieval entertainer to the monarch, but more accurately by Loki of Norse mythology.

In today's world, I believe the most succinct example of the Jokerman is President Trump. He is toying with his subjects for fun and games. He is fucking with the world and laughing about it. He is friend to the martyr (Charlie Kirk), though also in many ways traitor to him too, and friend to the woman of shame (Ghislaine Maxwell).

What do you think?

Disclaimer, no political arguments please! I'm asking what people think the song is about, and what case-study examples of this Jokerman archetype you can think of!

I've made two great friends at uni (both first year) and I'd say three or four others that I get along with relatively well. I've also made four other really good friends who are ALL IN THEIR FINAL YEAR AND LEAVING FOREVER SOON!!! Brother! Two of them are international students leaving the country in a couple months' time!!! Very annoying.

Anyway, rant over :/

Think about how you'd define "Dylanesque." What track most perfectly encapsulates this definition? And while we're at it, what album?

Would you agree that cig smokers intuitively know, from first impression, if someone is/used to be a smoker?

1. Everything I do is negation/subtraction, not addition. By that I mean everything I do is to negate or subtract or counteract bad emotions, sadness, low self-esteem. Nothing I do is to positively (in the sense of positing) add something to my life. It seems. I realise that that means I have an attitude focusing on negative things and the removal of them rather than on positive things and the attainment of them, and it's disenchanting being focused on that all the time. How to find joy in things, rather than avoid sadness in things?

2. I am in this vicious cycle wherein my attitude is one of hating myself and my self is one who hates my attitude and the two things feed into each other. How to break cycle?

3. I realised that throughout my whole life I've only ever been loved by my mum, dad, sister, and my dog. I am grateful, but it is very unpleasant to realise that. How to feel loved when I'm away from home?

Don't download Hinge.