Post by stardustpilgrim on Oct 2, 2022 13:15:06 GMT -5
You ARE kidding, the way a fat woman makes fun of her own chubbiness. She knows she is not right, and laughing it off is a way of asserting that she is ok and the dumbshit who is looking at her is not.
Rescues? Why not put them out of their miseries. Just the other day, I saw a woman walking her dog in a makeshift pram. The dog was in the pram and she was pushing it. And you have a deaf dog. Are you folks suffering from a savior complex? Is that a manifestation of love?
What is love? Shall we go into this?
So you think love is an affliction? Honestly, if you think love is an affliction, I think I'm done for the 3rd or 4th time. You truly are Samuel Beckett.
Do you know EM Cioran? If you don't, get the book On The Heights of Despair. Cioran might be your last hope. Another title, The Trouble With Being Born. Cioran was from Romania (I think it was). His father was an Eastern Orthodox Priest (if memory serves me). He was basically raised to follow in his father's footsteps, he didn't. He moved to Paris and lived there for the rest of his life (if memory serves me). He bled philosophy, he went to the very core of himself. Check him out, he's your man. I'll try to find a quote. If Cioran wasn't a Papagenos (I don't actually remember if he was), he very nearly was. He probably wrote to keep himself from exploding. He had insomnia. He would get on his bicycle and ride the streets of Paris at night to exhaust himself so sleep would come. Yes, you have to get On the Heights of Despair (there's about ten books, most with gut wrenching titles).
On the Heights of Despair Quotes.
1. "I don’t understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn’t it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?"
- Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
2. "As far as I am concerned, I resign from humanity. I no longer want to be, nor can still be, a man. What should I do? Work for a social and political system, make a girl miserable? Hunt for weaknesses in philosophical systems, fight for moral and esthetic ideals? It’s all too little. I renounce my humanity even though I may find myself alone. But am I not already alone in this world from which I no longer expect anything?"
- Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
3. "Tears do not burn except in solitude."
- Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
4. "If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason."
- Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
5. "True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes."
- Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
6. "We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence."
- Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
7. "How important can it be that I suffer and think? My presence in this world will disturb a few tranquil lives and will unsettle the unconscious and pleasant naiveté of others. Although I feel that my tragedy is the greatest in history—greater than the fall of empires—I am nevertheless aware of my total insignificance. I am absolutely persuaded that I am nothing in this universe; yet I feel that mine is the only real existence."
- Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
8. "No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it is all the same whether you cry or remain silent."
- Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
9. "I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony."
- Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
10. "Only those are happy who never think or, rather, who only think about life's bare necessities, and to think about such things means not to think at all. True thinking resembles a demon who muddies the spring of life or a sickness which corrupts its roots. To think all the time, to raise questions, to doubt your own destiny, to feel the weariness of living, to be worn out to the point of exhaustion by thoughts and life, to leave behind you, as symbols of your life's drama, a trail of smoke and blood - all this means you are so unhappy that reflection and thinking appear as a curse causing a violent revulsion in you."
- Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
I take it back, you are not Samuel Beckett, you are EM Cioran.