people.
people don’t like openness and freedom. it’s scary. they prefer to be coddled by walled gardens and curated experiences that make sure they don’t come across anything they find unpleasant or disagreeable.
most people are very happy to be spoonfed bias-confirming garbage their entire life, and re-regurgitating it out again. the open internet is a huge threat to those people.
it’s oblivion in space.
New monitors: Maybe my eyes suck, but my set of two 21-inch LCD monitors from 2005 is still going strong
Your eyes don’t suck. You just want to abuse them for some reason. Modern display tech is way easier on your eyes.
yeah we do get to choose that. willpower is controlling your feelings and make yourself feel differently.
i don’t know what world where you live in that feelings are uncontrollable. I have suffered from PTSD and other powerful stuff… but I simple choose to not allow my feelings to govern me. When I am feeling that way I go ‘why am i feeling this way? it’s stupid, just stop it’ and a few minutes later I’m fine.
it’s not any different than being on a diet. you choose what to eat. pretending like you have no choice in overeatting or eating poorly is just an excuse to justify the poor choices rather than deal with the difficulty of changing your habits.
that isn’t how reality works.
right, call me names because that makes you feel good right? again, protect your feelings at all costs.
every time i’ve played it i’ve always been shocked at how boring and nonsensical it all is.
it’s also slow as fuck.
it’s actually really not hard if you stop seeing validation from other people and seek it from yourself.
what about a radical lifestyle adjustment.
it’s not medical care. it’s eldercare.
that isn’t how any of this works. You don’t ship people off to other countries like they are cattle. Jesus.
Set goals and meet them. If you need more time or money, then start working towards that and achieve it. Invest in yourself.
Stop making excuses and being miserable. Because all you’ve done to me is whine for three paragraphs about how helpless you are. Time to grow up buttercup, the only person who is ever going to ‘rescue’ you is yourself.
No, I’m saying people are stupid and ignorant and it’s not some big conspiracy. It’s just business.
No.
Also that book is extremely easy to read for philosophy. It is not very dense at all. You are in for a world of hurt if you try any legit philosophy. Camus is like the YA version of philosophy.
Brothers Karamazov is way better.
The Critique of Pure Reason.
it’s a sticker. stickers are fun to stick on stuff. apple gives out stickers, most PC companies dont’.
a lot of things in life are not purposeful.
It’s true.
The world is callous and shortsighted. Pretending it isn’t is just being naive and seeking to protect your feelings from a harsh social reality. Empathy has nothing to do with, but you seem to mistake empathy as ‘bullshitting people to make them feel good and delude them about their situation’. Rather than informing them of the reality of their circumstances and their choices.
No. It’s a stupid thing to say to anyone.
Why would you tell this to anyone? Stop being so weird and stop blaming her for your actions.
i mean you’re weirdo and your on disability… most people aren’t interested in dating any of that.
also if you are male, you’re straight up fucked. if you were a woman it’s much more socially acceptable for you to be a dependent.
most people look down on men that are not providers. literally your best chance of increasing your romantic and social opportunities is to make more money. if you don’t want to do that… well then yes you better learn to be happy alone.
I make 150K a year and most women I date don’t think I make enough money to be considerable dateble. I’m also handsome, tall, and highly educated. Most women I meet are looking for a guy who makes 2-3x what I do, and living a far more lavish lifestyle than I desire.
has majorly spilled over into real life as well. way too many anxious control freaks these days, not enough chill people who are willing to listen and learn.