Write what's on your mind

Pork
Rice
Chicken
Bell peppers
Onions
Carrots
Apples
Rice
Flour maybe
Garlic

Potatoes for sure

god I wish that was me

What separates the confident from the assuming (besides "being right")?

Potatoes. Cut them into cubes and bake them with olive oil sprinkled over them and then put salt and thyme on them. That's what I'd do.

Potato bread

Shit. Not thyme. Put rosemary on them.

Did I outgrow being special?

So, we need another World War?

Sleep would be nice, but I'm not tired at all, which means no sleep even thought i want to.

Olive oil is carcinogenic at the smoking point. DO NOT cook with it. Switch to avocado or coconut oil.

How about some cumin and paprika too?

was thinking a lot about whether or not you are the part of you that's acting and interacting in the world or the part of you just behind your eyes watching everything

I have leftover ghee

If one supposed the central theme of the novel to be Amor Fati or a variation thereof, it would then follow that the primary conflict of the narrative is not between Stevens and Mrs Benn, but rather between Stevens and Graham; that the nature of the conflict, not social but moral: the question of the specificity of virtue.

The question of greatness and of what constitues it is often on Stevens' mind throughout the novel, but he only examines it from his narrow perspective. Given his suffocating overspecialisation, he is unable to generalise, but nevertheless insists that the nature of it be with dignity. This he extends to the English nobility, but no futher. But because of the presence of Graham in the narrative, Stevens' conception of it can be further defined by seeing what it is not: it is not a lofty, abstract general quality around an individual that Graham intuits, that would by the nature of its intangibility translate to a variety of human pursuits; just like Stevens, it is extremely narrowly defined, restricted like he, waiting in spite of his father's death.

The means by which this conception of virtue is extended to both Lords and Butlers is their proximity to the metaphorical pivot of the world; here the imagery is markedly karmaesque, as is the refinement of the singlemindedness that Stevens strives for; his birth into a family of servants intent on practicing the same obscure virtue that he does. By extending this cosmology, one easily arrives a profoundly mechanical world where every human-piece has to fall into the hierarchy of the machine: value is derived from one's involvement in the functioning of the whole mechanism. In such a world, generalised virtue is impossible: a cog is not an axis, is not a counterweight. They cannot become each other, neither can they be in a position to judge. And accordingly, Stevens does not judge, neither Lord Darlington nor Mr Farraday; but by implication, he hints by both words and actions at a conviction that central pieces of the machine, such as his lord, and by extension himself, cannot deviate from their courses. And while Stevens does resent somewhat his past history with Mrs Benn, he is unable to do the same for his lord, whose endeavours almost tipped the world towards destruction at Nazi hands - to do so would be a violation of his variation of Amor Fati.

>No butter
>No cream
>No cheese
>No milk
>No eggs

How do you make sauce for your food user?

>tfw you will never experience august madness

Don't see why not. I haven't done a lot of experimenting to be honest. Nice meal though, and dead easy.

Ass sex ass ass tits huge and shapely and good-smelling i love tits oh wait I should remember to write that mail to my supervisor yea I should have done that like three days ago but I always forget I should definitely write that down but there's no piece of paper within my reach and I don't wanna leave my bed I think I'll write that down later maybe I'll read a bit where did I left oh right the execution of Saiko and its family which concludes nicely the part started with the outrageous behaviour of Saiko's son towards the monk of mount Hiei and the succeeding petitions of the monk which weren't listened to by the imperial court oh Lucia's boobs sure were nice I didn't mind them when I first met but that time she had on her that blue dress I inadvertently put my eye on those and they were nice, tiny but not invisible and I was that dress delineated unusually well their shape and I really wish I could put my cheeks against those and feel their odor I think I could have hit on here when I stayed at the dorm but I guess I never really considered her as dating material which is a pity because she was so nice with me at first and I just drifted away from her because I couldn't find no pretext to talk to her and nothing to talk about and I also ignored her invitation to her graduation party that time because I don't really go to parties and I didn't know anybody there but I guess I could have managed to hug her and maybe kiss her now my dick is hard I hope I didn't jizz a little like it usually happens god I hate when that happens I feel like I need to wash my penis and I can't think of anything else It's so stupid it's not like my penis is the centre of the world

>should I buy the cheapest high nutritious food there is
>or nutrient empty matter

doubt

what rank are you? or were you, what was your mission and task?

I have yogurt, coconut milk, mustard, tomato extract and wine

1 in 4 take meds and likely half of them are mentally ill. 1/3 of the US population is psychotic

dat ass

You know. I never thought of that. Do you think that's actually true? At least 1/3 of the US population could be legitimately diagnosed psychotic?

man i got into graduate school so now i'm sitting in these classes with a bunch of youngsters who are doing this literary criticism shit and studying foucault and they know how to research and write and goddamn it's intimidating as fuck. i mean all i do is browse the internet and play vidya and jerk off all day and i'm trying to swim with these giant fish and talk with professors. and this is harvard i'm talkin about. how the fuck did i get into this shit. i got my first major coursework back and it was a pretty mediocre grade and the prof was like 'it's not quite honors but you're in a strong position' like wtf does that mean. feel like i'm drifting through this shit and i'm gonna fail. i think i chose academics b/c i have no idea what i'd do with myself otherwise but man i'm depressed as shit and sleepin 10 hours a day.

Has any of your writing ever scared you? Like if someone were to read it the wrong way they’d think you’re crazy. I’m afraid of a story I’m working on now bc it scares me and I’m afraid I’m going to get in trouble for writing it.

I bought a "korma in a jar" a few weeks ago, and enjoyed it quite a bit. Some of those store-bought curries ask for additional ingredients to be added, like yogurt, but this one didn't. Thankfully I used a bit of cream anyways, which I could tell it needed. I think next time I'm going to use a cup of coconut milk though, since the korma is coconut flavored. It will be my first time using coconut milk, I hope it goes well.

I don't really even write, but once as I was walking home through the woods after sundown, I thought of some incredibly dark passages. They just occurred to me, and I narrated them with my inner voice. It's difficult to describe what they were like, but I've never read anything like it. Some kind of demonic metaphysical horror(I just tried to think of words to describe it but gave up). I was disturbed and fascinated by it at once. I was somewhat afraid of even writing it down, decided against it and forgot it all soon afterwards. Kind of regret it now.
I guess that didn't make very much sense. Whatever. If I had written that down and someone had read it, they would probably think I'm completely fucked in the head.

dat ass

Grad school is politics

This is the painful truth

I am only good at writing a couple of times a month, maybe less. I can't make myself do it most of the time. I hate everything I wrote more than six months ago, I'm not going to get into an MFA, and when I don't I worry I'll become suicidal because I hate working a real job so much. Also I'm upset with the shape of my body and the size of my penis and I occasionally fantasize about running away to Alaska or the Caribbean or Europe without telling my wife. Also very worried that I'm a brainlet with nothing to contribute.

Has anyone ever contracted cancer from using olive oil to bake with?

I moved to alaska with my gf at the time with no plans whatsoever made to see if I was really alive. We are now married and happier than ever after both fighting severe depression with suicide attempts in both of our pasts. At this point its really hard to be upset for long without thinking and learning some kind of lesson I could apply for later. Our lives are amazing. I can't see a post like this offer something anecdotal. Please user follow your dreams.

Its that funny chemical called love that really pulls ya through.

BRAAAAPABAPABAAPABAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>Worried about becoming suicidal
You are like little baby

She's in school and planning on becoming a college prof. I don't really have the option unless I destroy her dreams. Also she's extremely stable and unable to understand my depression and existential angsty bullshit, so I feel like a failure most of the time.

Does it have to relate to the picture or can it be anything?

oxygen is carcinogenic

Divorce is in your futute if you dont get your own shit together

sage

More like a retard.

I know. It could be worse I guess. I went through a period where I was dealing with an abusive coworker in an isolated environment where I was the most depressed I've ever been, and I pretty regularly fantasized about dying. I don't know if I was actually suicidal at the time. I have recurrences of fantasizing about death but I don't know if it counts. When would you consider yourself actually suicidal?
I worry about this too. We love each other very much but I am afraid that we will grow to resent one another if it continues like this. The problem is I don't know how to get my shit together and she doesn't know how to understand me.

>tfw i cant decide inbetween being a alpha who fucks bunch of woman for fun
Or
>waiting until the right one (who i know Ill inevitably find), and falling into deep love, casting aside all other woman for

What do bros?

Religion my dude, find a cause, build your own inner worth.

It's not easy to make money from self-publishing, I've made a bit but not much, however my ghostwriting has been going great. Looks like I won't have much trouble making $1000+ in the year of 2018. Something tells me that 2019 will make me substantially more. Keep writing, keep improving, keep getting reviews and making a name for myself, and it's inevitable that income will continue to increase as well provided the economy remains as it is or, ideally, improves even more. Such is the capitalist system, and I am so thankful to live in a capitalist western society.

Ideally both. If only one, I assume it's because of monetary restraints, and for that reason I lean towards bread. Try making your own hummus, it's pretty fucking delicious and hugely healthy for you. Potatoes are great too however of course, I'd like to grow some again one of these years. Get a nice big harvest that'll last me all winter, that'd really cut down on the grocery bill.

If someone read my stuff the wrong way they'd call me a racist, sexist, homophobic Muslim-hater. Meh, who cares, those accusations are handed out like candy on Halloween. They mean nothing anymore, and it's fun to see leftists get triggered.

who says she can't become a college professor up in alaska? Find the middle ground here.

The running away thing is mostly predicated on escaping being a responsible adult with commitments, which she would expect, even in Alaska. I think my best hope is waiting for her to become the breadwinner and becoming a stay at home dad.
I'm slowly trying to work up the courage for this, but I had a shitty religious upbringing and am having a hard time finding my way back. I am attracted to the religion part, but not religious people.

Why this board so resentful of novel ideas with vague similarities to other novels. Yes, there are some ideas that are full-blown rip-offs, but it's not that bad if someone takes inspiration from other books. All that matters is the execution. Actually, when all that anyone can see is a mediocre pitch, what else can they say?

Eh, just realize they are for the same reasons as you and that its a struggle for everyone

>she doesn't know how to understand me.
Dude why did you marry this person

I can't drink properly and I blackout every weekend, but I have social anxiety and basically I've been drunk on every time I've met my friends for the last like two years.

You'll end up both drunk ánd alone in the end, probably. I started out the same way.

>There was a very similar phenomenon among the middle class of Europe prior to WWI.
source

I'm intending to make a fantasy with original races and I want your input on it.
There's a pantheon of Gods who'll create races for the purpose of doing a function within the world though they can't fully control their wills to bend in such ways. All they can hope for is that their race would naturally go for what they'll hope for them.
Humanity, for example, was made to be war-like brutes whose job was to make sure that there wasn't too much life, Apex predators, made by the resident goddess of violence and love. Yet humanity was able to rise above their primal nature and construct empires that'll span for thousands of years because the goddess made them too ambitious. In a way they still do what they were they were intended to do. The goddess, though disappointed still realize that this is still a pretty good deal.
My ideas are a race of plant traps.
These flower boys were made to act as this world's natural farmers. They're responsible for planting and regulating vegetation. They have an innate knowledge of these fields and their mere presence is enough to help plants grow and develop. Beasts and diseases avoid hunting them because they know that deep down that killing them would just upset the natural order of things. As such, they're free of worry. They'll lie about making poetry and music from their flutes made from fallen sticks and sleep under giant leaves or trees that are naturally empty inside. Their societies are communal tribes and whenever there are more members than their area is able to sustain, they'll send out their oldest members and pack them with vital sends. They're an old race and could be found around the world. Their clothing varies in different regions obviously. I more tropical ones they'll place a leave on their member whereas in colder regions they'll don coats and robes made out of plant matter.

Any advices?

I mean that is exactly what I am. Staying at home and watching the pets. Writing has really taken off for me too since then. I've grown out of being such a philistine coward I used to be.

Also just look up some alan watts lectures on youtube. It will sort out a lot of religious anxiety with any luck. It does not matter what you call it.

Moderate if possible, quit if you can't and relearn how to be a social human being without. Depending on substances to live your life never works out in the long run.

You're not a daily/physically dependent drinker yet, right?

Don't pretend you don't know, it only makes things harder

no why am i so scared of grls
i feel like they wont like me anymore if talk honestly

thats really what i mean

should i sleep or read infinite jest

first reoly decides, also how many pages (something reasonable pls)

poor social adjustment

You should throw that book off a waterfall

You probably know the answer to that as well
Six pages then sleep

Might try this, though I'm skeptical.
Sounds cozy. Thanks for the inspiration.
I love her very much and I wasn't this way a few years ago, at least she says so. I tend to agree I think.

no waterfall in reach :(

If this was heaven's plan, heaven is retarded

>You're not a daily/physically dependent drinker yet, right?
Nope

I used to drink basically daily. For 3 years, 340 days a year bare minimum, so needless to say I've been utterly plastered over 1000 times in my life and I'm not even 30 yet. Usually straight liquor, 40% or higher, only drank beer when I went to pubs pretty much. I wouldn't say I was physically dependent, in fact after those 3 years circumstances happened that lead to me having to be sober for about a full week, it really wasn't bad at all. In fact I even had a flask of vodka, under normal circumstances that 350ml or whatever it was of 40% liquor wouldn't be enough to get me proper drunk unless maybe I chugged it all down at once. I had a flight to catch, I threw it out because I didn't want to awkwardly get caught with it in which case I'd have to throw it out anyways. It wasn't even hard, the hardest part was finding a discrete enough place in which to throw it out.

I guess dependency differs from person to person, however strangely enough in the months later and as stress seemed to mount, I craved booze more often. Thankfully I haven't gone back to 'every single day', now it's just every 3-4 days typically. Well, that's how it was in November and most of December until the holidays. Got absolutely loaded 5 times in 9 days if memory serves, SERIOUSLY loaded. It was great, but damn was it hard to cut down again in early January. I'm getting the hang of it again now though, and I think in February I'll be back on track. Every 3-4 days is perfectly acceptable to me, only 2-3 times a week basically which is practically normal for a young man. A couple times I was even sober from Monday to Thursday, drinking on Sunday and Friday. That felt good, I felt quite accomplished and also it saved some money, but it's not often I manage that. Meh, as long as I make it to my 60s I think I'll be content.

Reaching 70 would be pretty cool but I'm not willing to make any drastic changes to my life to try and reach it. Maybe when I'm in my 50s I'll think more long-term, but just the fact that in my 20s I'm moderating my drinking for the sake of longevity is a pretty good sign I think. If I just wanted to save money, if it had nothing to do with my health, then I'd go back to drinking daily but start drinking mouthwash more. I got drunk off that once, it was harsh but not too bad. I hear you can also get drunk from vanilla extract. Just for shits and giggles I might try that sometime, as an experiment. I'd do some research on the matter first though. It's food-grade so I assume it would be healthier than bloody listerine.

Oh yeah, and just for clarification...
t. Me
t. Not me

>just look up some alan watts lectures
i SERIOUSLY hope you guys don't do this

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again
Some sunny day

>just the fact that in my 20s I'm moderating my drinking for the sake of longevity is a pretty good sign I think.
>getting shitfaced 2-3 times a week
lol millennial moderation, and you are a fool if you think you'll quit your bad habits when your an old sak of shit

>degenerates like this on muh board
kys user

>yo haha lets make ten thousand bad posts about women who are too attractive for us nd ruin every single opportunity to share ideas with libidinous mutual cuckoldry ebic

YINGING AND YANGING NOIDED

>CTRL+F "brap"
>0 results

>haven't accomplished a thing at 24 years old

When you're that level of a boozehead already it's easy to escalate fast once some really bad things start happening in your life. Don't expect to be stuck at getting drunk a few times a week, that's still honeymoon phase.

Also, you're severely underestimating the almost constant pain and terror being a real drunk is once you do descend to that level. You no longer think pragmatically about hypothetical lifespans, at that point the reason to get sober is the torture of everyday life.

You sound like the exact type of drinker that's headed for true bottle slavery at some point desu.

kek

I thought I would use this time to read, but I'm spending it reading manga and watching anime instead. Sometimes I'm ashamed of myself, but sometimes I'm genuinely enjoying it.

gb2/tv/

Why is this thread not reportable yet

Because you're a faggot

You could be right, only time will tell. For now I'll continue to enjoy alcohol, do my best to keep it within moderation at a roughly biweekly basis rather than on a daily basis and hope for the best I guess. Seriously though, I've been homeless, I've been to court before for a non-alcohol-related issue, I've had a pretty bad breakup before, periods of suicidal thoughts and attempts many years ago before I really started drinking, I've had thousands of dollars of stuff stolen from me, almost died on at least two occasions, had possessions that meant a lot to me taken away, there's someone out there that might be my kid but I don't know for sure and the mother never approached me about it so it probably isn't but again I'm not sure, and even right now I'm not exactly at the best point in my life.

In the end, even with all that crap in my relatively recent history, it doesn't matter. I don't drink because of all that, to forget it or to numb some sort of 'pain'. I drink because it feels awesome and I find it to be incredibly fun. Could it spiral out of control? Yes, alcohol is very dangerous, but in spite of all the BS I remain pretty optimistic which I think is pretty amazing. Take that however you like, it too doesn't matter, but if I was going to descend into utter and complete alcoholism, throwing myself at it with reckless abandon, I think I'd have done so by now. If all THIS won't do it but something in my future WILL, well damn, it'd have to be pretty damn horrifying. Getting into an accident and becoming paralyzed? End up being mugged and almost dying from being shot or stabbed? Having to fight off an intruder in a B&E potentially resulting in killing him or nearly getting killed myself and having to live thinking that it could happen again at any moment? A relative committing suicide and mentioning me in the suicide note? We'll have to wait and see what happens.