I give up

[The Good Reverend Roger]

But you don't need that treatment. If I did that to you, it would be expressly to piss you off. Naturally. 

There are easier ways of killing yourself.   

Mr Chaoflux is cool... I met him about a year ago.  Just a trifle of a fact.  Flame away.

WTF?

When I'm flaming someone, you'll know it.

Damn.  Kids these days.

[Murmur]

Heh... I figured it was a random and meaningless fact. 

Please return to your normal programming.  Thank you.   

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Heh... I figured it was a random and meaningless fact. 

Please return to your normal programming.  Thank you.   

I thought about it, and it occurs to me that I don't give a fuck.

Just saying.

[ñͤͣ̄ͦ̌̑͗͊͛͂͗ ̸̨̨̣̺̼̣̜͙͈͕̮̊̈́̈͂͛̽͊ͭ̓͆ͅé ̰̓̓́ͯ́́͞]

My story is sort of a long one, but suffice to say I came to a tipping point where I said to myself:

'I want to kill myself. So, I will only do exactly what I want to do, and nothing else. If that path leads me to my death, so be it.'

So basically I dropped out, starting squatting and was lucky enough to find comrades and shelter to make this possible. I absolved myself of all responsibilities.

But there came a time when I felt like it was time to build, and find things that I really actually wanted to be responsible for, and that led to me to where I am today, across the country, in the thick of a cantankerous community of scoundrels to which I belong, and I'm pursuing art and love.

The moment this all feels like habitual conventions of a life which I am not truly asking for, they will be discarded.

Anyways, I'm not trying to stroke my own ego here, since its too big for me to rub unless I get a rake or something, I'm just trying to point out that it isn't easy for people to be happy, as most people really just wind up in their situations without really examining the contents of their heart. To really come to grips with that, it takes a sacrifice to just be able to truly let what doesn't matter fall away. Its tough, the fear that if one just strikes it out on their own that they will fail, and beyond that it takes a good long stare to really figure out what direction one really wants to head in anyways.

Talking to my little cousin yesterday, she is being forced to think about college before she has ever actually lived in an environment which she is free to really do whatever she wants, or spend real time considering it, rather than be distracted with SAT exams and other meaningless platitudes. No rites of passage between child and adult, she is just being pushed through a process, the humanity is missing. And for what?

I'd really hate to blame capitalism here, but it does seem intrinsically tied if you asked me. Money and fear always win out over finding yourself, the latter is even laughed at as a hippy daydream and seem as a colossal waste of time, when there are bills to be paid and cash to grab.

If you want to save someone, get them fired, steal their every material possession, and abandon them in the middle of west texas. They'll figure it out by the time they reach their old lives, if they ever get back to them.

I agree with most people not examining their heart, purpose and direction. Also that fear of failure is a popular hindrance. But "finding yourself" is not something you do to kick start your life.

"Lose oneself to find oneself," doesn't mean your new identity is the real one. It means the continuous shifting of identities is the real identity.

Your "true self" is not remotely conceivable. Instead you have an idea of yourself which you seem to advocate settling upon as the actuality.

I offer you a hearty fuck that.

A sense of self is a necessary tool for living, I'll give you, but it's MAP not TERRITORY. You cannot know your self in its entirety on a conscious level. It's ALWAYS A TWO-BIT HALLUCINATION.

Satanists and those who glorify the self are almost always like Bible literalists only instead of biblical passages they're looking at an image of a snake swallowing its own tail:

Neither realizes that they're dribbling poop down their esophagus, in fact, they're proud of it.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

My story is sort of a long one, but suffice to say I came to a tipping point where I said to myself:

'I want to kill myself. So, I will only do exactly what I want to do, and nothing else. If that path leads me to my death, so be it.'

So basically I dropped out, starting squatting and was lucky enough to find comrades and shelter to make this possible. I absolved myself of all responsibilities.

But there came a time when I felt like it was time to build, and find things that I really actually wanted to be responsible for, and that led to me to where I am today, across the country, in the thick of a cantankerous community of scoundrels to which I belong, and I'm pursuing art and love.

The moment this all feels like habitual conventions of a life which I am not truly asking for, they will be discarded.

Anyways, I'm not trying to stroke my own ego here, since its too big for me to rub unless I get a rake or something, I'm just trying to point out that it isn't easy for people to be happy, as most people really just wind up in their situations without really examining the contents of their heart. To really come to grips with that, it takes a sacrifice to just be able to truly let what doesn't matter fall away. Its tough, the fear that if one just strikes it out on their own that they will fail, and beyond that it takes a good long stare to really figure out what direction one really wants to head in anyways.

Talking to my little cousin yesterday, she is being forced to think about college before she has ever actually lived in an environment which she is free to really do whatever she wants, or spend real time considering it, rather than be distracted with SAT exams and other meaningless platitudes. No rites of passage between child and adult, she is just being pushed through a process, the humanity is missing. And for what?

I'd really hate to blame capitalism here, but it does seem intrinsically tied if you asked me. Money and fear always win out over finding yourself, the latter is even laughed at as a hippy daydream and seem as a colossal waste of time, when there are bills to be paid and cash to grab.

If you want to save someone, get them fired, steal their every material possession, and abandon them in the middle of west texas. They'll figure it out by the time they reach their old lives, if they ever get back to them.

I agree with most people not examining their heart, purpose and direction. Also that fear of failure is a popular hindrance. But "finding yourself" is not something you do to kick start your life.

"Lose oneself to find oneself," doesn't mean your new identity is the real one. It means the continuous shifting of identities is the real identity.

Your "true self" is not remotely conceivable. Instead you have an idea of yourself which you seem to advocate settling upon as the actuality.

I offer you a hearty fuck that.

A sense of self is a necessary tool for living, I'll give you, but it's MAP not TERRITORY. You cannot know your self in its entirety on a conscious level. It's ALWAYS A TWO-BIT HALLUCINATION.

Satanists and those who glorify the self are almost always like Bible literalists only instead of biblical passages they're looking at an image of a snake swallowing its own tail:

Neither realizes that they're dribbling poop down their esophagus, in fact, they're proud of it.

I fucking hate that "map/territory" cliche, but in this case it's actually accurate.  For once.

Even if it is more hackneyed than a Green Day B side.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

If you want to save someone, get them fired, steal their every material possession, and abandon them in the middle of west texas. They'll figure it out by the time they reach their old lives, if they ever get back to them.

And then they'll fucking kill you.  I would.

Oh fuck yeah, very slowly with as much pain as possible.....

[P3nT4gR4m]

My story is sort of a long one, but suffice to say I came to a tipping point where I said to myself:

'I want to kill myself. So, I will only do exactly what I want to do, and nothing else. If that path leads me to my death, so be it.'

So basically I dropped out, starting squatting and was lucky enough to find comrades and shelter to make this possible. I absolved myself of all responsibilities.

But there came a time when I felt like it was time to build, and find things that I really actually wanted to be responsible for, and that led to me to where I am today, across the country, in the thick of a cantankerous community of scoundrels to which I belong, and I'm pursuing art and love.

The moment this all feels like habitual conventions of a life which I am not truly asking for, they will be discarded.

Anyways, I'm not trying to stroke my own ego here, since its too big for me to rub unless I get a rake or something, I'm just trying to point out that it isn't easy for people to be happy, as most people really just wind up in their situations without really examining the contents of their heart. To really come to grips with that, it takes a sacrifice to just be able to truly let what doesn't matter fall away. Its tough, the fear that if one just strikes it out on their own that they will fail, and beyond that it takes a good long stare to really figure out what direction one really wants to head in anyways.

Talking to my little cousin yesterday, she is being forced to think about college before she has ever actually lived in an environment which she is free to really do whatever she wants, or spend real time considering it, rather than be distracted with SAT exams and other meaningless platitudes. No rites of passage between child and adult, she is just being pushed through a process, the humanity is missing. And for what?

I'd really hate to blame capitalism here, but it does seem intrinsically tied if you asked me. Money and fear always win out over finding yourself, the latter is even laughed at as a hippy daydream and seem as a colossal waste of time, when there are bills to be paid and cash to grab.

If you want to save someone, get them fired, steal their every material possession, and abandon them in the middle of west texas. They'll figure it out by the time they reach their old lives, if they ever get back to them.

I agree with most people not examining their heart, purpose and direction. Also that fear of failure is a popular hindrance. But "finding yourself" is not something you do to kick start your life.

"Lose oneself to find oneself," doesn't mean your new identity is the real one. It means the continuous shifting of identities is the real identity.

Your "true self" is not remotely conceivable. Instead you have an idea of yourself which you seem to advocate settling upon as the actuality.

I offer you a hearty fuck that.

A sense of self is a necessary tool for living, I'll give you, but it's MAP not TERRITORY. You cannot know your self in its entirety on a conscious level. It's ALWAYS A TWO-BIT HALLUCINATION.

Satanists and those who glorify the self are almost always like Bible literalists only instead of biblical passages they're looking at an image of a snake swallowing its own tail:

Neither realizes that they're dribbling poop down their esophagus, in fact, they're proud of it.

Agreed. The real epiphany for me, what dragged me out of a lifetime of depression, was when this fact sunk in and I realised that it was up to me to decide who I wanted to be. If I hated myself then I should change that self for one I liked more. The fun started about then and it hasn't let up since.

[Cramulus]

The real epiphany for me, what dragged me out of a lifetime of depression, was when this fact sunk in and I realised that it was up to me to decide who I wanted to be. If I hated myself then I should change that self for one I liked more. The fun started about then and it hasn't let up since.

fucking

hell yeah man, I hit a similar epiphany to some extent about two months before I joined this board. I found you cunts at the perfect time.


btw
Thanks for the invite to the jailbreak, everybody

[Roaring Biscuit!]

I agree with most people not examining their heart, purpose and direction. Also that fear of failure is a popular hindrance. But "finding yourself" is not something you do to kick start your life.

"Lose oneself to find oneself," doesn't mean your new identity is the real one. It means the continuous shifting of identities is the real identity.

Your "true self" is not remotely conceivable. Instead you have an idea of yourself which you seem to advocate settling upon as the actuality.

I offer you a hearty fuck that.

A sense of self is a necessary tool for living, I'll give you, but it's MAP not TERRITORY. You cannot know your self in its entirety on a conscious level. It's ALWAYS A TWO-BIT HALLUCINATION.

Satanists and those who glorify the self are almost always like Bible literalists only instead of biblical passages they're looking at an image of a snake swallowing its own tail:

Neither realizes that they're dribbling poop down their esophagus, in fact, they're proud of it.

this reminds me of a book I read called "Multiplicity" that explores the assumption of "true self" from a psycological perspective, rather than any spiritual crap.  The author basically came to the conclusion that we are a collection of unique (to each person) facades each one with attributes that allow us to cope with the various situations that life throws at us.

The idea being that emotions are associated with certain memories, and related memories are "stored" close to each other, and linked together, and these links between memories and emotions are what our personalities consist of... so in theory a new personality could be "created" by a change in everyday experience...

That was not a well constructed explanation, but the point was I'm agreeing with you...  albeit in a slightly thread-jacky way ('pologies)

x

[Cramulus]

douglas hofstadter riffs on this in his essay "Who pushes whom around in the careenium?"

the thesis being that the common conception of free will is kind of a silly because it requires a singular identity to make decisions. Hofstadter describes the landscape of the mind as sort of like a pinball machine. Except the balls can change the shape of the bumpers inside the machine over time. Theres no central "I" in the center of it determining how it works. Instead there's a bunch of very complex interrelated systems, out of which the illusion of a single coherent self emerges. But underneath the surface we're a million people all controlling the body at once.

I'm really not explaining that very well either. but that's the gist

[Faithless]

Okay, so I suppose that we each are a collection of our various humors, That does not make the whole any wiser. A wise man (or woman) still uses the accumulated synopsis of his life, or in gamer terms his XP,to judge matters against what is known. That basis of comparison is what separates the common yokel from a slightly more evolved human.
   But that is just my opinion.

[chaoflux]

whew. not even gonna touch this.