I don’t think you understand what “snake oil” means.

The Matrix did. Imho.

You start to think more and more…

No, this is what you are apparently doing. Knock it off.

This post is a rant consisting almost entirely of your own self-limiting beliefs. Got that? Beliefs. And they can change. You can change them.

Fucking hell.

Learning to distinguished between what actually happened and the narratives my mind has about what happened.

I was once stopped at a red light waiting to turn right. I glanced left, saw it clear, and started moving forward…but a tattered, sunburnt dude in a wheelchair had appeared out of nowhere and tried to cross in front of me.

I stopped in time, didn’t hit him, but must’ve scared him (or something), ‘cause he lost his fucking mind and started shrieking bloody murder, backed up a bit and started CLAWING at the passenger side window — not trying to open the door, just clawing, freaking my friend the fuck out — and screamed (exact quote), “I’LL KILL YOU, YOU MISERABLE BASTARD!!!”

You can also run a spoon under hot water for a more improv tool. Works great.

Love it. Thanks!

when nessa

Omg, thanks I hate it…is this a thing? I mean I might love it, not sure yet.

Some great advice here already! So I’m going to suggest something novel:

Consider “settling,” just a tiny bit. What I mean is, don’t be so quick to assess someone new as A Partner…potential or otherwise. Try letting gals in who are attractive enough and carry themselves well, seem sane, easy going, smart, etc. Shared values, that sort of thing. A female friend with potential, if you will. See where it goes; be open to being surprised, pleasantly or otherwise.

I’ve seen so many younger men “auditioning” mates with unrealistic expectations about “clicking” or “just knowing” — and winding up as older bachelors who have never even had a chance to practice being in a relationship.

Yes, like literally anything else worth doing/having, it takes practice!

Unless your tap water is unusually, ridiculously pure, please at least use filtered water. Snorting bacteria directly into your sinuses can end very badly.

Fucktard

I think the flaw here is seeking validation from anonymous strangers…?

There’s also my press, “my pleasure,” or “glad I could help !” (If I mean it!)

Praying that Tyson floors him, but it’s a performance, not a fight.

…Unless Tyson has an oopsie.

;)

Even while people are alive, a huge proportion of our full experience of them involves expectations, assumptions, recollection, expectation…in addition to direct interaction.

Post-life, we mist remove the direct interaction, but the rest remains. Talk away!

The disproportionate representation of hyper-reactive, hive-mind edgelords is vomitous, but overall entertaining and cool.

Opinions can’t be “respected.”

Stop.

Murr? Derr?