Someone I know once told me his whole family holds the belief nothing good comes from introspection. As someone who has spent most of his life afraid of saying what I mean, doing what I want, and being what I want to be, this sounded like sage advice. Spending too much time worrying about nothings has taken its toll, and it's cost me more than one love so far. Was he right, though? Does cutting out self-consciousness totally do any good? Would it have helped me to be like that in those relationships I truly believed were better than I will ever have or deserve? Would that level of wanton ignorance be a blessing in the search for someone new? Is being how I am good enough? Were those really the perfect relationships I utterly fucked up? A part says I will never have love again, but another part rails against that notion because it all comes down to knowing what you want, having a goal, beginning at the end. Looking back, I never had those. I was so wrapped up in just getting into a relationship, I refused to see what truly was happening before my eyes. It almost killed me. Self-destructive, suicidal, depressed, angry, empty. Yet, because simply having someone meant more to me than being with them, I failed to turn away, and it hurt us both. I was too afraid to be me, so I settled with being a hideous visage of myself. Wearing different faces day-in day-out, and the longer it continued, the worse the relationships got. My relationship experience is little: Two, long-term things that turned into nightmares. Yet, both had several common denominators: 1) Me being an idiot; 2) Me not knowing what I wanted - which would have prevented both of those even starting in the first place. Sure, I liked them, but in the end, we didn't know each other fully. Looking back now, I can't believe we actually managed to get anywhere in the first place. We did like each other, but we settled. NEVER SETTLE FOR A WHOLE. Sure, once you know what you want, you may overlook certain aspects (physically, mentally, etc.), but NEVER give up everything for someone. If you're waking up irritated by being next to them, by having to call/text them, or by having to see them, you have overstayed your welcome in that relationship. Now, before arguing over the above, I mean irritated by everything they are for more than just a short time. People argue, disagree, fight, etc. Those do happen, but those aren't what I mean. If you either can't say "I love you," or it only feels like a hollow ring in your ears, things aren't working. It's time to change and find what you truly wanted all along. Finding that person or figuring out what they are is up to you. Like I said, I've only been in two, long-term relationships. Only ever been with five people total in a sexual sense. Taken me a long time to put much of any thought into why I messed up so bad. It would be nice to think myself as a person isn't terrible. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm as much of a monster as my exes accused me of being to them. Or, maybe we fit so poorly and fought it, we finally found we hated each other. Know what you want, take time to figure things out, be yourself, and don't let fear of anything push you away or pull you in. If a match is unlikely, don't rush. Save yourself and your other the loss down the road. Sure, feelings will likely be hurt, but you will only hurt more forcing a nightmare to continue. It's alright to walk away. It's alright to say "No." It's alright to be picky. Just be respectful.
Happy, little chew toys
The funniest thing is that the same argument can be given about the F35. Only the F22 wasn't several billion over-budget by the time it started working. To my knowledge, the F35 still doesn't work the way it's "supposed" to.
I have spent my whole life trying to be water. But, I will only ever be fire. Consuming, hateful, never sated until every last living thing is destroyed. I want to see it all burn.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-32089948
Dear dumbfuck, bleeding-heart, ignorant, elitist assholes:
It is with all sincerity we kindly ask you to remove yourselves from the gene pool before retarding our species’ intellectual growth any further.
Best regards, Humanity
This man, who won an auction sanctioned by our government with the approval of the Namibian government (who should be getting at least some of the money from the auction proceeds), is not doing this for the same reasons stupid-ass Americans hunted buffalo to extinction.
Yes, I’m sure he enjoys hunting, the adventure, the danger, etc. - bringing the head back is, indeed, over-the-top - but he has been given permission to hunt a SINGLE, SPECIFIC rhino. He has not been given permission of any kind to uninhibitedly slaughter them out of existence. Like the Americans did to the buffalo.
The reason the Namibian government allows this is mainly because the rhinos live in Namibia, and the people there who study the animals know what they do. They are especially familiar to what old, full-grown bulls will do to calves or young bulls: Kill them. Perhaps the bulls don’t like how they smell. Perhaps the bulls sense some innate inferiority in a particular calf. Perhaps the bulls are afraid of the competition. Maybe the bulls just flat-out hate their young. Maybe scientists have a specific reason, but I haven’t looked for it yet. What I do know is those few thousand pound, full-grown bulls have zero qualms goring their young with that enormous horn. They kill the children for whatever reason the bull feels is a good reason.
In other words, the bull is a lot like long-expired members of government whose only directive is using the people and preventing competition until they somehow die. Sad truth, but that’s how it is.
Anyway, by killing the bull that’s on a sort-of rampage, the calves have a chance to actually grow up. The children have one less problem to deal with, and that’s a pretty good thing. So, this guy has paid to help at least slow that particular population of black-rhino.
Of course, there are all sorts of questions we could ask: “How did they survive before we started killing the insano-bulls,” “But, it’s inhumane to kill any animal, so why don’t they just tranquilize it,” and “Why are you playing God?”
All of these questions are very simply answered: Shut the fuck up, you inferior wastes of otherwise useful, basic, cosmic elements. I would use you people as fuel for space exploration rather than risk you procreating.
In a more serious, bare-bones, attempted all-inclusive answer, the humans who truly care are trying their best. I don’t care if the hunter cares. He could be the biggest dumbass in Texas who is only using this as an excuse to shoot something big. The point is, he’s doing it under the supervision of the Namibian government at their behest, and he’s only killing that one.
It’s an answer to a problem. Being able to stop poachers would be an enormous boon to the rhino population, but we don’t see any of you bitches who make death threats shipping yourselves to Namibia to help them stop the ILLEGAL killings. The best answer to help black rhinos would be to completely remove humans from the planet.
In fact, the planet would fare better as a whole. So, by all means, those of you who immediately respond to shock media by transforming into spitting, slobbering, babbling morons, please, go die and make room for our own specie’s children to grow in a slightly-less ignorance-choked world.
My subordinates think they're all professional as fuck, but when I need things done, they all bitch and make up excuses to not work.
Will I always be the unlucky one?
Will I always lose every game?
Will I always be the low roll?
Will I always be last?
Will I always be the one who doesn't get a second look?
Will I always be the one life decided to leave behind?
Will I only ever see everyone else succeed?
What did I do wrong to deserve a life like this?
The only thing you should be worried about is this question I'm about to ask you: Who wants a taco?
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