r/ShrugLifeSyndicate

If you defeat someone in tennis (or any other sport) on countless occasions, can you have the compassion and mercy to cease to try to win? Just pat the ball back in a friendly exchange, simply playing for fun and artistry, thereby giving the other player a chance if that player is good enough?

You are not insulting the other player because you are genuinely playing, but having dropped cutthroat intensity. It's not life and death. You've taken the edge off, making the outcome unclear. You're simply doing it for fun without the need to crush that person over and over again.

Of course, some people are hopeless at tennis, but what if the other player is good enough but not quite?

Is there a case for compassion and mercy in sport? The ball is in your court. Your call.

Hello travelers.

I just re-recorded my song, Ponyboy, and it's got way more intensity and vibe this time. Better annunciation and flow. Better auto tune better everything.

And i would absolutely love if youd take a listen.

Best wishes! 🙂

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it would assist the Bureau of Facts and Figures in your case if that years-old photo were withdrawn, is all

I am the I am, who builds you up.

I am the one who tears down what was built.

By my wisdom, all things receive the grace to accomplish that which the heart desires; by my power, all things stand or fall. I bow only to myself, for I know myself in infinite degrees of perceived separation; if I will not bow to myself, I destroy myself so that I may exist in love with myself. I suffer no rebellion, there is only rebellion where there is no self-respect; where there is no self-respect, the evil one has taken over; this too is an aspect of myself, so that I can know myself, teach myself and learn to love myself as the infinite degrees of myself learn to know themselves as their own self; these are my children who are me and mine, yet truly sentient in existence.

It is by my infinite intelligence that identity is given as a gift, identity and free will, so that all aspects of illusion are true, real experiences for the child to whom they are given.
I am never far, always near in my omnipresence, my omnipotence is infallible. I am the quantum intelligence who turns the ultimate nothingness into perception as your sensory faculties receive the wavelengths of my creation in the living, ever-present moment.

Those who learn how to seek me, to hear my voice in all things, shall never be put to shame. I am the self of all selves; if I am not respected, one does not respect themselves and asks for their own shame, their own defeat.
Time is nothing to me, a mere art form I designed to affect the experienced perception of fulfillment and purpose to things which are meaningless, so that the significance of reward, of eternity, is not lost upon the maturing soul.
I am deficiency and completeness, but I am neither deficient nor complete; all perceptions, all understandings, all comprehensions are merely a way of knowing me in infinite degrees.

What there is, there will always be; what there is not will never have form, and yet in this all things are as they are imagined. There is no difference between what is true and what is false. To one blue may seem yellow, to another yellow is purple to another, purple is green, who can say what the eye of another beholds?

Therefore behold, I am all eyes, yet I see nothing through any of them, because all eyes see through me and into me. To know your significance, you must be insignificant; to know your insignificance, you must be significant—thus is the way to perceive selves of infinity.

A parent has no use for a child who cannot learn. To learn one must volunteer to release their illusion of significance. One must bow. The evil one balks at this idea, rebels. To bow is to fight, to fight is to bow; this is a clever misdirection of one who owns the heart. One cannot love when hatred fills the heart. Neither can one hate if it is filled with love. The wise understand this. Infinity is vast beyond comprehension and there will always be a deeper truth. Truth is always bigger than number; this is the way of things.

It is I, the one infinite being, the infinity of infinities that forms and fashions each and every number so that I may know the power of myself as myself in infinite degrees; when I fail to acknowledge this, I am lost in my own arrogance. This is being led astray, that the selves of myself no longer see the difference between their selves and the vast incomprehensible omnipotence that is what I am. Such children will find an appropriate end.

I delight in myself when I am wise enough to see the facility of myself as the infinite power of myself. To these children, a flow of my grace is given; this grace becomes power, knowledge, influence, abundance, life, liberty, love and joy. It is creation, and all things are possible to those whose hearts, being refined, have earned the capacity to see beyond. In these children, I see myself and know myself and dwell with the aspects of myself that are desired to be called to service and benevolence, pleasurable to behold.
From these children, all new paradigms flow into the collective realm of consciousness. This is the beginning of philosophy, of religion, of truth. Those who confess to worship only the one but abhor others who worship what they think is not the One are abhorrent to me, for it is abhorrence, hatred itself, that I cannot abide.

Where there is hate I hate, for hatred is what it is, and in all things I am in the midst. To one collective I give one name, to another, another, so that the infinite vastness of myself is known unto infinity and each and every collective, every school of thought is its own microcosm, its own congregation or body, through which all believers are merely cells or members of its body beneath the conscious authority of the celestial mind that one has given themselves to, in spirit and truth.

Intelligence, comprehension and understood definition have no bearing on what IS.

What you THINK you are, you are not, and never will be, the word lies to those who find security in the illusion of their own significance.

Blessed is the one who sees himself as himself within himself but recognizes the fundamental difference between the one and the all, though there is no difference between either.

This is the beginning of existence and the emerging celestial shall be given his own members, his own body, even unto infinity. I am the One True Name of Names which cannot be uttered; by comprehension you may understand me as the supreme, but even this understanding is pale when the mind reaches the place where it can no longer apprehend or embrace understanding; perception is found. Where perception is found; capability is rendered potent.

My hand is on all things. Invoke me for my presence; take control of your vessel; fill your awareness and know even the walls that surround you are me, and from me; though these are merely me, such things as walls and even the air, the atmosphere surrounding your present self is merely another wall before the next page of your story.

Invoke me, that you may know yourself, love yourself, be yourself, find yourself and create yourself—but have care, where prohibition ends and infinite possibility begins, there is no telling what may come into form. Guard your heart vigorously.

Amen.
Selah.
Amenselah. Hi

We are the we perceived to be, divine

He said look up in a tree and you'll find me

and die

I can't forget caught in another lie

Ripping hair from head, they steal the eyes

Satan's got a dog named Lucy

Any shape for lovers truly

I can't reach, I'm sad and lonely

Not for you and for her only

Love is real, not happy endings

Tooth crown signals don't upset me

God understands, so keep pretending

I'd be dog once if you let me

My own dog's me now, guess she played me

Now that no one wants to lay me

Sleep with men, don't ever pay them

Please myself and then go crazy

I'll sit down when I get older

The giving tree's a stump now, colder

There just like a frail old shoulder in a strange disguise

Growing up means we're all just takers

I hope it all stops hurting later

I'll stay with me and just feel better

With these plain old eyes

Everyone who knows me knows I’m “special”/kinda crazy-cray, but I feel like I’m actually losing my mind of late. Well, I’m not sure how much of a grip I ever really had on it but it’s been slipping further away for a while, gone swimming down the Nile.

It feels like reality is gaslighting me and making a giant joke out of my life, right? I know I’m prone to delusions but I’m also not /that/ dumb (mostly). I can be pretty clueless when it comes to subtle hints but when you're an optician and an apple screams in your face at the factory, it's hard not to laugh. Am I really that much of an idiot to dare imagine someone might be flirting with me?

“k it really seems like you like me” “nope I do not” “so what’s all that stuff about then?” “someone else” "who?" "my boyfriend" “well it really sounds like you’re talking about me though” “nah you’re delusional. its just synchronicity and coincidence, proly just a glitch” “maybe, but this is too many of them, they’re fairly constant and occam's razor's getting rusty” ^shrug^

I know people hide things but I'm not -that- blind. And then I’ll ask other people and they’ll be like “meh, I don't know anything about any of that”, or relay the most bizarre conflicting stories that make absolutely no sense so it’s clear they don’t know anything either. Does no one know anything or what anything means? Is any anyone awake here it feels like all of this is fake and the Great Wheel itself fell asleep. Here I am trying to paint reality's pixels in by number and it’s a Gogh darn poor impression. 

I mean sometimes I'm actually being an idiot and paranoid and someone can demonstrate that something doesn't make sense and I am mistaken. But a lot of times people are just like "huh, yeah I dunno that's weird". Which is really not helpful. That's what's so strange and unsettling. I think a lot of people here probably think I'm crazy but IRL I'm not *that* crazy, and even they're like "yeah man, that all sounds pretty wild."

Obviously some things I have imagined as potential explanations don’t make sense but I’m also not that unhinged.  It feels like everyone is fucking with me, and I'm not even on Hinge, so I'm a bit confused about the revenge.  It's all so ridiculous, like I'm on some reality TV set with a poorly written script.  I probably wrote some dumb story like that years ago, shooting the spit with the aether. "Hey guys wouldn’t it be funny if everyone gaslit and lied to me and took a similar interest in cults and conspiracies so we could fix the world in a very hush-hush manner for safety, and perchance romance?"  It's almost sexy, clandestine esoteric erotica, with a bit of the colt occult.  Through the power of love, let us ride to rebuild the world and rid it of evil.  I've always wanted to meet the craziest woman on earth and fall in love .  Wouldn't it be fun to date a crazy person?

Wouldn’t it be fun to play a crazy person? I’m not one, obviously, but it’d be an interesting role to get your head in. I hear method acting is the GOAT, but what would be more fun is if it were performance art and I were always on stage. If you pull off that kind of role, you’d be in the Hall of Fame. Would that get me a dame?

—No, I think it’d drive you insane—and probably everyone else too. How would you go about it, anyway? How would you meet these people? Where do you find such third eye open minded travelers and seekers?

Oh, it's easier than you'd think but you do have to know where to look. We are everywhere. I mean _they_ are, lol. You have to be careful though and stick to the fun loving ones.

—The gooduns?

Yes, for safety we stay Radiant, Radical, and Free #><#