Archive for the ‘Regs’ Category
“My son used to believe that he could look at a plane in flight and make it explode in midair by simply thinking it. He believed, at thirteen, that the border between himself and the world was thin and porous enough to allow him to affect the course of events. An aircraft in flight was a provocation too strong to ignore. He’d watch a plane gaining altitude after taking off from Sky Harbor and he’d sense an element of catastrophe tacit in the very fact of a flying object filled with people. He was sensitive to the most incidental stimulus and he thought he could feel the object itself yearning to burst. All he had to do was wish the fiery image into his mind and the plane would ignite and shatter. His sister used to tell him, Go ahead, blow it up, let me see you take that plane out of the sky with all two hundred people aboard, and it scared him to hear someone talk this way and it scared her too because she wasn’t completely convinced he could not do it. It’s the special skill of an adolescent to imagine the end of the world as an adjunct to his own discontent. But Jeff got older and lost interest and conviction. He lost the paradoxical gift for being separate and alone and yet intimately connected, mind-wired to distant things.”
Slate writer Will Oremus has put together a fairly revealing article about how easy itâ€™s becoming to supercharge our brains, prompting him to wonder why thereâ€™s still so much push-back against the idea of technologically enhancing ourselves.
What happens when you upgrade a machine that does everything you need it to, and you do nothing important or meaningful with the machine?
“All I want to do with it is read and drink coffee. I don’t need an upgrade.”
Being a nice guy and being a “nice guy”: Know the difference.
There is LITERALLY no difference.
Women don’t owe you shit. We are not sex objects. Too bad if you’re sad about it. You don’t deserve anybody. You are not entitled to another human being.
That’s just how it works.
HOLY SHIT WHAT
IT’S PERFECTLY NATURAL TO BE SAD WHEN SOMEONE YOU’RE INTERESTED IN DOESN’T WANT TO BE WITH YOU
Jesus fucking Christ that’s not entitlement, that’s totally normal disappointment.
There’s a difference between the first and second pictures and if you can’t see it then holy fuck, I’m sorry about your failing vision.
Oh sweetie, if it were only that simple.
The implications of your so-called “disappointment” are so profoundly misogynist. Maybe you don’t even realize it. I suggest actually going to school, or reading it up on the internet. Getting out of your basement is the first step to ceasing the neckbeard lifestyle.
You are not entitled to the body of a woman.
You are not entitled to the body of a woman.
Uh, no, cupcake, it’s natural to feel disappointed when something doesn’t go your way. Women feel that way when their love in unrequited, too. It’s not misogynistic. It’s. Normal.
Are you assuming I’m a man? The neckbeard comments are making me wonder if maybe the ‘princess’ in my URL isn’t gender specific enough.
Nobody’s entitled to the body of anybody. If you like someone as more than a friend, you don’t feel fucking entitled. You want to pursue a relationship with someone and that wanting has a way of encompassing your entire being and when you find out that they don’t want you back, yes, it can have a way of completely shattering you. This. Is not. A gender-specific issue.
You’re allowed to be sad over somebody not wanting you.
I just wanted to reblog this because it is kind of a crux of some writing elements I want to explore. I don’t care if someone reads what I write and wants to respond that I’m being offensive or something, feel free but this is like a bookmark on my blog for my future reference. It’s public because it’s not not public
First, I will write everything that comes to mind as far as “issues” with this discussion
1) sexiness (physical body, desirable, “inability” to change physical experience, dimension shifting arguments, science fiction - the guy in the first picture is explicably rejected because the girl does not feel a sexual attraction to him (notice I did not say physical) anyway…
2) being entitled to another human being – the topic of the best love lyrics of all time – 1)Jawbreaker “assign me to a nice girl, and she can ruin me eternally, take me to the pretty ones” etc. i.e. that love is a destiny “Offer me a million bucks, all I want’s a steady fuck” – that necessity is a crime – that the worst part of the world is that it functions properly, albeit discursively
3) the “friendzone” is a phrase that is birthed from the historicity of the sexological belief system of the woman holding the power in her parts… that she holds the keys to the kingdom, or rather the portal… and the male, can by hesitance, haste, or blatancy, destroy the balance of power, and often does in the world of men. The truth of the dance is in fact known to be held as warfare, and the fruits are not the labors.
The friendzone sounds like a subway commercial.
In conclusion, sluts are more powerful than angry dead men. And words are the only way to communicate.
To be sad over someone not wanting you,
if that person doesn’t exist, is the worst of all.