A piece of timeless advice
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A piece of timeless advice
So I had a bit of a bad spell a month or so back. **** went down, and I decided that it was time for me to leave the internet and forums for a while. In that 6 or so weeks, I learned one valuable piece of advice that I can't stress the importance of.
You've got nothing to prove.
Yeah, I really mean it. I talked to a good buddy of mine about how I felt and this is all he said to me. I found it to be 100% true. Ever since he said that, I feel happier. I don't have to do anything I don't want to for anyone.
If you find yourself feeling like you lack something in life, just remember that. Don't worry about what other people think, put making yourself happy before trying to please other people.
That's all.
You've got nothing to prove.
Yeah, I really mean it. I talked to a good buddy of mine about how I felt and this is all he said to me. I found it to be 100% true. Ever since he said that, I feel happier. I don't have to do anything I don't want to for anyone.
If you find yourself feeling like you lack something in life, just remember that. Don't worry about what other people think, put making yourself happy before trying to please other people.
That's all.
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Rider, if you were my kid, I’d un-make you for being such a retard. I’d do it at night, under the cover of darkness, with no one but the alligators to bear witness. Your body would never be found, for there would be nothing to find. Carefully butchered in chunks no larger than my hand, you would simply pass through the tremendous digestive system of the great lizards, and emerge from the other end as a soft, semi-gelatinous mass devoid of recognizable bones, teeth, or any other identifiable parts.
The next morning at breakfast, as I sit hungrily devouring a stack of buckwheat pancakes, your mother would turn to me and say “Honey, have you seen our son this morning?” At that moment, I would take her. Right there on the kitchen table before the open window, I would thrust myself deeply into her, ignoring the prying eyes of our neighbors and the barking of the dogs as plates and utensils rain down from the table like Triple-A shrapnel over Dresden. Each time I exploded into her, I would pause to allow her a moment’s recomposure before beginning my tremendous assault anew with redoubled ferocity. Despite her screams and wailing, my back and shoulders raw as hamburger torn by her fingernails, I would not falter but continue to have my way like an unstoppable machine fueled by hate and lust.
Finally, after three or four hours, I would at last withdraw, not because I am exhausted, but because it is clear that she finally can stand no more of this assault and live. As the dogs lap up our sweat and bodily fluids, I would look deeply into your mother’s bloodshot eyes as she weeps with joy and ecstasy, and say “Those were some damn fine pancakes.”
Seriously...it's just the internet...and a life lived worrying about how others view you will be one where you lose a clear view of yourself. Glad you're back and learned something.
The next morning at breakfast, as I sit hungrily devouring a stack of buckwheat pancakes, your mother would turn to me and say “Honey, have you seen our son this morning?” At that moment, I would take her. Right there on the kitchen table before the open window, I would thrust myself deeply into her, ignoring the prying eyes of our neighbors and the barking of the dogs as plates and utensils rain down from the table like Triple-A shrapnel over Dresden. Each time I exploded into her, I would pause to allow her a moment’s recomposure before beginning my tremendous assault anew with redoubled ferocity. Despite her screams and wailing, my back and shoulders raw as hamburger torn by her fingernails, I would not falter but continue to have my way like an unstoppable machine fueled by hate and lust.
Finally, after three or four hours, I would at last withdraw, not because I am exhausted, but because it is clear that she finally can stand no more of this assault and live. As the dogs lap up our sweat and bodily fluids, I would look deeply into your mother’s bloodshot eyes as she weeps with joy and ecstasy, and say “Those were some damn fine pancakes.”
Seriously...it's just the internet...and a life lived worrying about how others view you will be one where you lose a clear view of yourself. Glad you're back and learned something.
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Why is it moral to serve the happiness of others, but not your own? If enjoyment is a value, why is it moral when experienced by others, but immoral when experienced by you? If the sensation of eating a cake is a value, why is it an immoral indulgence in your stomach, but a moral goal for you to achieve in the stomach of others? Why is it immoral for you to desire, but moral for others to do so? Why is it immoral to produce a value and keep it, but moral to give it away? And if it is not moral for you to keep a value, why is it moral for others to accept it? If you are selfless and virtuous when you give it, are they not selfish and vicious when they take it? Does virtue consist of serving vice? Is the moral purpose of those who are good, self-immolation for the sake of those who are evil?
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