But it beats the alternative. Allegedly.
Well, like my man Nietzsche said, nobody is in a position to judge life, because they are either alive, and therefore biased, or dead, and unavailable for comment.
Witty AND wise. When my boy Freddy is both, he’s golden.
My version of it would be that nobody is in a position to judge life because they have only lived one life and that’s no basis for comparison.
When someone says anything about “Life”, they are only ever talking about their life at that moment. They pretend to be judging all of life when all they are judging is how they feel about it in one split second out of eternity.
And this is easy to discover with the right questions.
A : Life stinks.
B : Really? All of life?
A : Yeah! Life fucking sucks, man.
B : Really? For everyone? Even rich people?
A : Well…. I guess some of them might be happy. But it sucks for everyone else.
B : So life sucks for everyone you know or have ever known? They have all been miserable people who knew no happiness?
A : Well, no…. some of them seemed pretty happy. But my life sucks, man.
B : Has it always sucked? Even on Christmas Day as a kid?
A; Well, no…. I guess some parts were pretty good….
B : So what you’re really saying is that your life sucks right now.
A : Well yeah…. I guess.
B : Now think about this : you’re now mad at me for convincing you life’s not that bad.
That’s because he was trying to express an opinion, not win a debate, you ASSHOLE.
But hey, i am learning.
Learning a lot, really. as I work hard to expand my consciousness beyond the world of abstraction, isolation, and misery I grew up.
I’m trying to be more human. That’s at least a big part of where my redemption lies. I’m going to follow my big warm heart and my considerable empathy and use them to explore my own humanity and through that the humanity of others.
I know there’s a way for me to become a real person at long last. I haven’t even really felt like one. There was always this wall of glass between me and other people that let me see them and even feel them but kept me from ever being one of them.
I can see why that would lead some people to conclude that they are really aliens. Or elves, or werewolves, or ponies, or anthropomorphic foxes, or whatever.
For better or for worse, I am too “realistic” for that. But I can see how these sorts of conclusions would be a lot easier to swallow than the truth, which is that what you really are is a profoundly alienated human being with no tribe anywhere.
I mean, I’m Mister Realist, and yet typing that gave me a horrible chill.
Just another stop in my journey to get over “The Truth”. There are so many subjective truths and answers that lie somewhere in between and continuing with my Mister Bigdicked Skeptic attitudes will only get in the way.
Yeah, I see the world more accurately that most people.
Big fucking deal.
Most people are sane,. too.
More after the break.
A pornographic interlude.
Hidden behind a link. for discretion for once. (It’s a naked and aroused Bugs Bunny.)
Homina homina. God DAMN do I wanna fuck that bunny. I mean, Bugs is always smokin’ hot but in that picture he’s almost compulsively fuckable.
That’s why it was so brilliant of the artist to put two “point of view” hands on Bugs’ hips, with a nice firm grip and Bugs looking back with delighted anticipation.
It really sells the idea that you are about to fuck this incredibly hot cross (dressing) bunny and it’s going to be MIND BLOWING.
And other parts blowing. Ya know. After.
A friend linked that pic on Tapestries this morning and I just had to share.
I should start a porn blog.
I forgot to mention
I’m mostly over my “flu”.
At the very least, the major symptom, that draining fatigue, is mostly gone. And good riddance to that. Being out of my mind with fatigue was awful.
My memories of yesterday are episodic and fragmentary at best.
My nose is still runny and I still have a fair bit of that residual “icky” feeling. I’m feeling odd little twinges in my muscles. And while my energy level has improved drastically, it’s still not back to my usual level of upbeat sluggishness.
I still feel a bit of that heavy drain. It’s gotten worse since the sun went down. Clearly, my body wants me to stay closed for repairs for a little while longer.
Fair enough. I’m at a crucial juncture in Baldur’s Gate 3, but the nice thing about single player video games is that they will wait as long as you need them to.
So when I finish blogging, I will go back to sleep. Maybe I will wake up in time to play some BG3 before I hang out with J&J at midnight, maybe not.
One thing’s for sure, sleep is one hell of a lot more productive than playing BG3.
Playing video games feels productive. Especially the RPGs I favour. I can fight and struggle and achieve. My characters level up and grow more powerful as a direct result of my efforts and endeavors. I consistently fight back the forces of evil.
Real life should be so reliable.
To me, it’s obvious : put people into a situation where effort translates directly into reward (the more you work the more you make) and they will work their asses off.
Modern global capitalism doesn’t like that, though. It’s not exploitative enough for it. Feels too much like treating the workers as equals. As if they could be a vital part of the business equation instead of mindless grunting beasts to be worked to death.
They would rather lose profits than change that.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.