Principia Discordia

Today's just another day, part of the bittersweet monotony of summer vacation. The sun is out, the birds are singing, and the idiot hordes are congregating at our local pool. Now, usually I'm a fairly mellow individual, but today I feel like I'm losing my mind. All of the shit I do and plan to do, the writing, the planning of my reality hack, all of it doesn't make any sense. I don't know why I'm doing any of this. :lulz: I'm moving back and forth between depression and psychotic glee. It's one of those days where I want to watch the whole fucking planet burn, just so I can piss all over the ashes. And right now, I feel like I'm going to freak out, have a little "episode" and set fire to the house. I joined this forum to try and find some like minded individuals who want to try and MindFuck the world back on course, but that really doesn't make any sense. The world is already MindFucked you see. We have what, 2 billion people, going to work every day, coming home, and the next day repeating it. And why? To pay for children's college funds? Just paying for a brainwash of your kids by an alien system. What real purpose is there to all of this? Tell me what the hell is the purpose? You work for fifty good years, for things that are going to die with you. Most of our lives spent acquiring things that last twenty/thirty years. The best part is that within twenty minutes, I'll have recovered the illusion, and I'll just think that all of this was a result of boredom and caffeine. THat's why I'm writing this, so that my crazy can be recorded before I forget it. So, one last question before I give up; What's your fucking purpose?

Or Kill me.

Shit. Shouldn't have posted this.

Didn't make any damn sense...

Well, might as well salvage this. Post how you feel about your inner crazy? Not the goofy, sort of funny crazy, I'm talking your inner demon. Rant until you puke.

watched Dark Knight, read Arkham Asylum, followed by 3 days of near constant alcohol consumption, tried to cut lips off, friends confiscated knife and I proceeded to be a complete dick until they left.  I think I told the april fools joke from Arkham as well.

good day.

note to self:  try to not to appropriate film/comic/real characters personas at such a fast rate.  also avoid dangerously accurate replication.

That is the most notable experience.  On a day to day basis I've realised that rather than most people blessed with a single inner demon, there are at least 3 very twattish versions of me inside my skull who insist on putting unecessary strain on my friendships ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

I'm getting better though.  Just bottle up the hate until I find an inanimate object to take it out on.

x

Cool.

Quote from: Dr. James Semaj on June 10, 2009, 09:53:02 PM
Well, might as well salvage this. Post how you feel about your inner crazy? Not the goofy, sort of funny crazy, I'm talking your inner demon. Rant until you puke.

Been there done that - knock yourself out with tl/dr (http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=10795.0)

BTW Keep reading your OP until you get the joke. Lot easier once that penny drops :wink:

The joke is absurdism -- everyone here feels it to some extent.

QuoteBTW Keep reading your OP until you get the joke. Lot easier once that penny drops

OP? Own point? Just a guess.

Original Post.

Fair enough.

Maybe I'm an idiot or something, but none of it makes much sense to me anymore.

Quote from: Dr. James Semaj on June 10, 2009, 09:49:36 PM
Shit. Shouldn't have posted this.

Two things:

1.  We have 6.75 billion people.

2.  You're doing "Or Kill Me" RIGHT, which is very rare.

Keep going, you lazy bastard.  One paragraph riffs are NOT ENOUGH.

TheLiving Dead

If you insist...I need some Doritos first. There we go. See, I live in rural Pennsylvania in a little shit town where most people my age are either trying to be black (even though they'd fear for their life if they ever met a black person) or fully embracing the ignorant redneck stereotype. Now me, I'm a neurotic, mentally and emotionally unstable, sixteen year old who reads Ayn Rand, Terry Pratchett, and the Illuminatus trilogy. So, I'm in a unique position to both recognize and observe the rot at the center of my little piece of "small town America". People complain about everything but are to lazy to try and change it, they judge and stereotype everyone, and the best part of all is that they do all this while trying to act like a cynic. The bastards haven't seen enough or done enough to be a fucking cynic. Neither do I, except for a couple areas, but it seems that I'm the only one who recognizes this. And you see that's the joke. The sick, demented, gag is that in one of the richest, most intelligent, and freest nations in the world is filled with people who think that they know what a shit life really is. Sure, we've got a recession going on, but there are countries out there who have never had anything but a fucking depression!

I mean what would the poor idealistic bastards who founded this damn country think? We're lazy with our duties as both human beings and as a nation. I mean, we started out as a pretty moral nation, but at some point we just gave up. John Adams, Sam Adams, Tom Payne would be vomiting up their guts if they saw us today. The current generation is the sickness without it's mask. The gorilla without a human suit. The flaws I mentioned earlier are perfect examples of what we're becoming. Their fake cynicism is used as an excuse for an amoral attitude. I have a hard time believing there's a meaning to life, I can't even hold onto my belief in God for longer than sixty seconds. But them, they've turned against any morality with a certainty that I can't even fathom. They do retarded shit like "kick the queer" signs and then treat anyone who thwarts them like a villain.

What's even better is that they aren't even evil. They don't have the spine to actually embrace their world view. They tread the line between the gray area and the pitch black, a vague fear of reprisal keeping them from taking the final plunge into hell. They call us Generation Y or Z, but we're not a fucking letter. This is the Living Dead Generation, too fucked up to go to heaven, to cowardly for hell. The only gods are YouTube and whatever networking site is popular from week to week. Thought is abandoned for echoing the beliefs of our Ubermensch, pop stars and false rebel leaders. Language is forsaken for a bastard predecessor to NewSpeak.

In conclusion, I'm pretty sure that we're descending slowly into Orwell's 1984, but we don't need a revolution to do it. My Living Dead Generation will do it themselves. Everything's a joke, and my generation is part of the punchline.

Oh yeah. Or Kill Me.

So, comment people. Let your hate and insanity spew out.

It's funny.  I spend almost all my time indoors, and yet, I've never been inside.

I was never been in the group that stuck signs on peoples' backs and I was never been in the group that took them off again.  I had a few stuck to me, of course, but there was never any follow-through.

I was never in the group that went to dances and football games, and I was never in the group that wore trenchcoats and planned to blow them up.  I knew people in both, kinda.  Talked to them, anyway.  I was never in the group that got straight A's and I was never in the group that flunked.  I was never with the cynics and I was never with the hippies and I was never with the class clown.  I was there, but not with them.

I was in church, but I never raised my voice.  I was in school, but I was hardly ever silent.  I asked so many questions.  I wasn't in pictures and I wasn't taking them.  I was in the car at the family reunion, reading a book.

But I saw it all.  I saw people everywhere.  I saw children, kids, teenagers, young adults, all around me.  I wasn't inside, so sometimes I even saw me seeing them.

This is what I remember from what I saw:

Youth is beautiful.

Huh. Remarkably similar to my situation. Ha.

Been there, or at least somewhere similar. Maybe I'll find my "edge of madness" rants and post one.

P3nT4gR4m is riding the correct motorcycle. If you're floundering in a haze of confusion about why you're doing anything at all and bewildered by the apparent meaninglessness of it all, that's because you haven't gotten the punchline yet.

All the explanations of life's purpose that might have seemed right in the past feel fake and hollow now because, in a sense, they are. A better way to put it, though, is that all of those explanations of purpose are made up by the people living their lives. Life does not have an inherent, objective purpose (at least, not one we can ever really know); it has whatever meaning we give to it. Frankly, I think that makes it much more interesting.

So, to get rid of that uneasy feeling of meaninglessness, just change your standard for "meaning." A purpose in life which you made up yourself is the best you're going to get, so why bother getting hung up about it?

Good rants, Dr James.


When you can't decide if the sound coming out of your mouth is laughter or screams, you've almost arrived.

What is the meaning of life. That was the gospel i intended to scream when i first stumbled here (2004-2005 maybe). Not too long after i found discordianism. It was something of my own i wanted to share with everyone. I watched the pinealists get hammered to the ground and didn't feel like getting the same treatment. So i thought it was best to lurk for a while.. That while has lasted. I have made few posts but i'm still that lurker. Don't think that i've ever made an introduction, i dont remember. Guess i figured i could slip in through the backdoor. That's been my strategy in life. Being the quiet guy. It has worked but with a cost. I can't express myself and it's eating me. Painting brings relief but it's bullshit if i wont get understood. Realizing that i've been a passive-aggressive shitbag instead of just polite/nice/considerate is.. well it sucks. That's why everything fails. Funny enough this sudden "enlightenment" is partly thanks to Atlas Shrugged, which i was afraid to start reading for some reason(becoming a randoid.starting to see a pattern here..).
Now is this a moment of madness or sanity, i don't know. Damned if i hit 'post' and damned if i don't..

Quote from: whatc on June 11, 2009, 03:34:48 PM
"What?" is the meaning of life.

Fixxed.


You're welcome.


Or, more to the point,

Quote from: whatc on June 11, 2009, 03:34:48 PM
"?" is the meaning of life.

I'm starting to get better. Now I just need to get the damn tree up my ass removed.

The meaning of life if whatever the hell I want it to be.

Yours is the same.

That's a big responsibility. It can be daunting at first but keep at it. It's liberating. Like Jehova's kid said - "The truth will set you free"

Freedom is a scary thing for an animal that's spent all it's life in a cage but the fear passes.

Then the fun begins...

QuoteThe meaning of life if whatever the hell I want it to be.

I get that. The problem is I don't know what I want it to be. Figuring it out so far has been a bitch.

That's never the easy bit. And not something I think any of us can help you with without sounding like a guidance counselor, as it's very individual.

Figured. Thanks anyway.

Quote from: Dr. James Semaj on June 11, 2009, 06:03:37 AM
Oh yeah. Or Kill Me.

Too late.

True.

Quote from: Dr. James Semaj on June 12, 2009, 04:03:40 AM

QuoteThe meaning of life if whatever the hell I want it to be.

I get that. The problem is I don't know what I want it to be. Figuring it out so far has been a bitch.

No real need to decide. Try out a couple of options. See how you like them.

Some of my best meanings of life have been decided on a whim and abandoned half an hour later

Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on June 12, 2009, 10:09:22 AM

Quote from: Dr. James Semaj on June 12, 2009, 04:03:40 AM

QuoteThe meaning of life if whatever the hell I want it to be.

I get that. The problem is I don't know what I want it to be. Figuring it out so far has been a bitch.

No real need to decide. Try out a couple of options. See how you like them.

Some of my best meanings of life have been decided on a whim and abandoned half an hour later

TITCM!

QuoteTITCM!

I've seen that phrase a couple of times on here. What does it mean?

"This Is The Correct Motorcycle"

Okay. So what does that mean?

Interesting. The 5th Google hit for "this is the correct motorcycle" (with quotes) is US.  :lol:

It's a meme that means general agreement, and it's basically the opposite of "You're doin' it Wrong."

Ah. I see. Thanks.

Quote from: Dr. James Semaj on June 14, 2009, 01:03:56 AM
Okay. So what does that mean?

Comes from an old FC bot that constantly said:

"Imagine, the shit flying off his cock, like a motorcycle stuck in the mud."

Then one day, TDB says, instead of "THIS IS THE CORRECT ANSWER", "THIS IS THE CORRECT MOTORCYCLE".

The rest is history.

Fair enough. Still catching up on my forum history.

Quote from: Dr. James Semaj on June 14, 2009, 05:12:21 AM
Fair enough. Still catching up on my forum history.

I have been logged in for 68 days, 6 hours, and 16 minutes as of this post, and I'm still catching up.

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 14, 2009, 02:17:28 AM

Quote from: Dr. James Semaj on June 14, 2009, 01:03:56 AM
Okay. So what does that mean?

Comes from an old FC bot that constantly said:

"Imagine, the shit flying off his cock, like a motorcycle stuck in the mud."

Then one day, TDB says, instead of "THIS IS THE CORRECT ANSWER", "THIS IS THE CORRECT MOTORCYCLE".

The rest is history.

HOLY SHIT

I have been seeking the origin of TITCM since I got here, and all of a sudden, like Emeril's Essence, BAM there it is.

Quote from: Nigel on June 14, 2009, 08:07:43 AM

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 14, 2009, 02:17:28 AM

Quote from: Dr. James Semaj on June 14, 2009, 01:03:56 AM
Okay. So what does that mean?

Comes from an old FC bot that constantly said:

"Imagine, the shit flying off his cock, like a motorcycle stuck in the mud."

Then one day, TDB says, instead of "THIS IS THE CORRECT ANSWER", "THIS IS THE CORRECT MOTORCYCLE".

The rest is history.

HOLY SHIT

I have been seeking the origin of TITCM since I got here, and all of a sudden, like Emeril's Essence, BAM there it is.

All you had to do was ask.  I am the official keeper of lore here.  Also, I was there when it happened.

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 14, 2009, 09:05:59 AM

Quote from: Nigel on June 14, 2009, 08:07:43 AM

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 14, 2009, 02:17:28 AM

Quote from: Dr. James Semaj on June 14, 2009, 01:03:56 AM
Okay. So what does that mean?

Comes from an old FC bot that constantly said:

"Imagine, the shit flying off his cock, like a motorcycle stuck in the mud."

Then one day, TDB says, instead of "THIS IS THE CORRECT ANSWER", "THIS IS THE CORRECT MOTORCYCLE".

The rest is history.

HOLY SHIT

I have been seeking the origin of TITCM since I got here, and all of a sudden, like Emeril's Essence, BAM there it is.

All you had to do was ask.  I am the official keeper of lore here.  Also, I was there when it happened.

Next time, Wise One. Next time I will ask you first.

Quote from: Nigel on June 14, 2009, 04:27:27 PM

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 14, 2009, 09:05:59 AM

Quote from: Nigel on June 14, 2009, 08:07:43 AM

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 14, 2009, 02:17:28 AM

Quote from: Dr. James Semaj on June 14, 2009, 01:03:56 AM
Okay. So what does that mean?

Comes from an old FC bot that constantly said:

"Imagine, the shit flying off his cock, like a motorcycle stuck in the mud."

Then one day, TDB says, instead of "THIS IS THE CORRECT ANSWER", "THIS IS THE CORRECT MOTORCYCLE".

The rest is history.

HOLY SHIT

I have been seeking the origin of TITCM since I got here, and all of a sudden, like Emeril's Essence, BAM there it is.

All you had to do was ask.  I am the official keeper of lore here.  Also, I was there when it happened.

Next time, Wise One. Next time I will ask you first.

A suitable offering (for the temple, of course) would be appreciated.  We take all major credit cards, personal cheques, and boobs (real ones only).

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 14, 2009, 05:21:39 PM

Quote from: Nigel on June 14, 2009, 04:27:27 PM

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 14, 2009, 09:05:59 AM

Quote from: Nigel on June 14, 2009, 08:07:43 AM

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 14, 2009, 02:17:28 AM

Quote from: Dr. James Semaj on June 14, 2009, 01:03:56 AM
Okay. So what does that mean?

Comes from an old FC bot that constantly said:

"Imagine, the shit flying off his cock, like a motorcycle stuck in the mud."

Then one day, TDB says, instead of "THIS IS THE CORRECT ANSWER", "THIS IS THE CORRECT MOTORCYCLE".

The rest is history.

HOLY SHIT

I have been seeking the origin of TITCM since I got here, and all of a sudden, like Emeril's Essence, BAM there it is.

All you had to do was ask.  I am the official keeper of lore here.  Also, I was there when it happened.

Next time, Wise One. Next time I will ask you first.

A suitable offering (for the temple, of course) would be appreciated.  We take all major credit cards, personal cheques, and boobs (real ones only).

Oh sweet, I have those!

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Ha! I know this one. It was in an issue of Intermittens...