ITT: Write what's on your mind

Hope it's still early on.

Every choice bears regret and they've actually sent in the supers.

What are you reading, specifically?

Decent post, bro. What a surprise.

Perhaps a new form of trolling that reaches unprecedented heights of irony?

I've read 2 books by Paul Hellyer (Goodbye Canada, and One Big Party), and currently reading a third of his, poorly titled, "Money Mafia". His books are very good He is an economist, and former minister of defense in Canada. They are Canadian(American)-centric books, but I think the information applies to anyone.

My to-read list includes:

Free to Choose -- Milton Friedman
Globalization and its Discontents -- Joseph Stiglitz
Basic Economics -- Thomas Sowell

I finished a piece I was working on yesterday.

For the past few years I've been telling myself that I was going to use the thousands of dollars of musical instruments, recording equipment, and years of practice to express myself with a lo-fi but authentic record. I never got around to it.

My audio interface is sitting next to my left hand, which I cut to the bone yesterday trying to pit an avocado and ended up having to get three stitches in. My guitar and bass are on the wall behind it. My drums are to my side.

I've been making excuses for years. Every once in a while I'll dick around and make a short triphop track, but it's never what I want to make.

I have bipolar type two disorder. Every once in a while I'd have three days to a week of nervous energy, creativity, motivation, and insomnia. I'd make a bunch of quick recordings to work on and flesh out into songs, then hit a downswing. The migraines that came at the start would be debilitating for a few days, then the apathy would set in. Everything was a chore. I'd start trying to finish some songs, get hung up on how my guitars or synths or drums would sound, get frustrated, delete the project, and quit.

I'm medicated now. I'm finally in a spot to record, but with the motivation came two major positions in organizations, and a ton of college work. In a way, my life is bipolar; I either have all the time in the world and an inability to use it, or the ability to use every second I have, but none to spare.

If I just jump in and make myself record music, it'll be forced and just like the music I want to separate from. If my meds didn't work the way they do I'd probably be crying and wallowing in self-loathing.

The piece I finished?

A short passage concerning forced art and why I'm never satisfied with mine. I've spent too much time perfecting it and pouring all of the creativity into my pen for no one outside of Veeky Forums to read it, because I doubt I'll ever write enough to even consider publishing.

>On the bright side I got my dick sucked in the back seat of a car out in the middle of nowhere by a lesbian.

With regards to your music I think you should find someone else to write and produce with. Obviously someone you have creative chemistry with of course, but it can help. It changes the creative process from the frantic, janky one of a person working on their own, to two frantic janky processes working together. However, if you have chemistry, and they're up while you're down and vice versa, you can drag each other through a fairly decent bit of creativity.

Up until yesterday I hadn't left my house in three weeks. I just finished college and I've spent the whole summer looking for a job in my field (biotech.) Turns out a Masters isn't enough, they want a PhD or like 3 years of experience. I've diversified out into other things but seemingly nowhere will take me. It's miserable.

Since I've been unemployed I've developed this immutable daily schedule. I'll wake up in the morning, read for a couple of hours, apply for a few jobs in the afternoon, study the language I'm learning until around 6, go for a run or short walk, and then spend the rest of the night on Veeky Forums.

I've been working on this schedule now for about 4 months. I've applied to more than a hundred jobs with no interview, have gotten marginally fitter and I'm making good progress in the language, which is nice.

Anyway, yesterday I properly left the house for the first time in nearly a month to go meet a friend in the next town over, have a couple drinks whatever. Customarily we accept that this "couple of drinks" turns into heading back to someones house and getting obliterated until about 6 in the morning. However, I couldn't do it. I couldn't bring myself to do this kind of socialising. I had this overwhelming urge the whole time to get back home, back to my cafe, back to my schedule. I was anxious the whole time I was away from home. I feel like this lifestyle is slowly draining me of life, and the desire to do anything. Every day I enjoy my small pleasures less and less.

I really need a fucking job. I know the answer, is of course to go for a PhD. But I've worked in academic labs before, and the only thing deterring me from that route out of this life is that possibly the only time wherein I was more miserable than now was the last time I worked in a lab.

Ho, нe знaю. Teпepь я гoвopю пo Pyccкий. Этo Пpиятнo.

non fiction should inform your reading of fiction. its more important, but you have to be more careful/selective with it.

>The universe expands and contracts, all conscious life relives the same reality for eternity

Entropy is still gonna increase no matter how much the universe contracts. Eternity my arse. Get your shitty cosmology pitta here.

My mom was diagnosed with a lump that has a 22% to 68% chance of being cancer. What the fuck are those odds?

My life since finding out has been a series of in-between distractions trying not to think about it, but then it hits me and I'm depressed as fuck again.

I feel extremely guilty about it because I gave her a big upset last year and I've read situations of stress and upset can favor cancer, I pray to God that it is benign because it will be Hell otherwise.

I've come to realization of how small the window we have to be happy actually is. Embrace every good year, every good month, every good day, because life inevitably goes to shit at some point and you will want to enjoy every single good minute.

It's a constant struggle to try to wrestle some joy out of the limited time we have here before we are put on the cold ground and we never twitch and move and laugh again.

I do not know if there is something after this place.
But we have to get the most out of it.

Before our happiness turns to ashes in our mouth.
We have to live.

If you are reading this and you are currently in your window of happiness... don't waste it.

Just live. Create memories worth holding onto.
Kick life in the face until you can wrestle some joy out of it.

I'm going to paraphrase The End of Evangelion here, but it's a quote I think applies.

As long as you are alive, there is always a chance to be happy.

Find happiness in the small joys if you can. Human perception is a limited thing. Even if your life has gone to shit, there really isn't so much you need to be happy at the end of the day. Your freedom, friends and family and a small amount of comfort. I hope your mother is ok man, and I hope you can figure out how to be happy through the bad times.

Thank you.
I will try.

All the best to you user.

I think my eyes are retreating into my skull. Also, I reckon being a garbage truck driver would be pretty nice. Good pay, low stress.

I wonder how many dicks one could fit in a single orifice. Two? Three? Four? I feel it would be an interesting experiment

this desu

id like to work any job in which i can work during the night sleep during the day and dick around on fridays saturdays and sundays. i wish movie projectionist was still a viable job choice

here are some other comfy jobs id like to look into

>taxi driver
>owner of an independent film venue
>thats all i can think of right now

last time i posted in one of these threads, it was about getting BTFO by a girl on a dating site. it seems now the tides have turned. i messaged a girl last night, and all day we've been having long-winded discussions on our passions and life situations. this might be the one, Veeky Forums. i've never had a date before but i'm excited for this.

Now is the time user, break her fucking heart. Strike while the iron is hot.

nice plagiarism of pessoa in the end there

Don't blow it

His main work.

>Everything in the universe is a temporary and temporal set of vibrations along a membrane, slowly dissolving.
>Erasing all bumps along it's surface, like ripples on a pond smoothing.
>Death is not coming, we are death itself, dying.

Got a big booty bitch tho so i mean, could be worse.

Hell is other people who haven't given up on you when you already have.

I am currently realizing that while I am probably slightly smarter than most of my peers none of us will ever accomplish anything worthwhile (to me at least). Considering completely changing my personality and become an extrovert chasing temporary pleasure although I doubt it would be possible for me.

Schoppenhauer is talking about the opposite of nihilism. Schoppenhauer is talking about the Will and the fractal nature of reality. He is talking about how consciousness can affect the shape of the fractal nature. The World is My Idea. It is beautiful - he is saying that you are not alone, you are one with all, and all that is is your creation. Thou Art.

nice

This reads like synopsis of a short story
>On the bright side I got my dick sucked in the back seat of a car out in the middle of nowhere by a lesbian.
Why? Trap?

I'm sorry user. I'm really sorry and I wish your cousin and you all the imaginable strength one could gather.
I lost my father to cancer two years ago. It all started so harmlessly. The left side of his face was hanging down and he didn't feel much in it. We went to several doctors and all came up with things that were hilariously remote to what it turned out to be. One suspected a stroke, another one an irritated facial nerve. It took them a year to find out it was cancer. What they found was inoperable, and to make things worde, it wasn't even the main tumor. He had so many plans.
One way we coped with it was to adapt. His aim was not about living as long as possible anymore, but making it worthwhile. And we did and it was beautiful and I miss him every day. Grief like this won't ever pass but don't keep it to you. Be realistic and prepared and as loving as possible. I wish you and your family the best.

Hits kinda close to home. You ever consider producing for other people? No matter how little you know about recording, it's still way more than 95% of people in bands know and as long as you charge less than a real studio (not hard), people think it's fair. Plus I find that helping other people make their music motivates me to work on mine.

Post your piece?

>never had a date
>she might be the one
oh child no

All economic systems inevitably crumble either at the hands of scarcity or human nature (or both in most cases)

The idea that humanity will significantly advance beyond what we've achieved now is laughable

>having long-winded chats with girls online before the first date

You're in a place that rhymes with "the trendmoan"

How is that so hard for people to understand? Everywhere I see the construction of illogical scapegoats in defense of a system with an inherent vice (and every economic has one).

It all boils down to our scarce environment being incompatible with our expansive nature and infinite desire.

We all want our own pie in a world where there's only a few slices of pie and no amount of slicing the pie or creating IOU's for pie will come close to satiating a fraction of our desire for pie.

Do you think we might see a mercantilist approach from nations in the future, as scarcity grows and a zero sum game vision about it (so to speak) might not seen so far-fetched?

Possibly. I think its more likely the global economy will be destroyed (or crippled beyond recovery) in a fashion similar to the subprime mortgage crisis. I think its not a stretch to say that the large amount of unskilled, undereducated, debt-free immigrants coming (or being encouraged to come) to western countries where the powers that be have very blatant political influence is not a coincidence.

In the 2000's the international banks took advantage of existing immigrants in America and their desire to have a house and live the American Dream™ in order to create an ever-expanding, ever-inflating infinite money machine that crashed with nearly irreversible consequences. We're seeing a sequel to this in Europe except their governments are practically inviting these immigrants to migrate and sign all sorts of paperwork that they're not supposed to read in order to have a house and other western luxuries. At that point the bubble will run its course, except its gonna be much bigger this time.

Whenever I get to thinking highminded, my body sinks low, low, low.

i eat the ass like it's coco puffs

the more stub you look, the better is your mind

I fear being forgotten ; nothing but a footnote in my friends' stories.

seconded
>please selest all images with a storefront
>no, i dont go shopping for a reason

Life is boring and pointless

>The universe expands and contracts, all conscious life relives the same reality for eternity.
That's actually pretty great if you ask me. I like this life quite a lot and wouldn't mind reliving it again and again...

Am I the Übermensch now?

Maybe it'd be cool to write a book about a man who drugs his cute neighbour and takes her out on dates where reality blurs. I don't know though deviant love affairs seem overdone these days.

A girl I kind of talked to once mentioned me at a party to some guy who told me about it. She didn't even say anything terrible, maybe I should text her about it.

Is being a veterinary surgeon worth it?

I wonder if people are less cruel in first world countries.

Don't get caught romanticisms storm

First world countries are just as shithole-ridden as any other country.

Thanks so much guys. I keep seeing pics of his face swelling (he has some rare nasal cancer?) and i just feel shit. Hes remain positive and I'm hoping all the good vibes go towards it, some how, in some way, but he has kids too, young lads, who will have their lives torn apart if worst comes to worst.

Waiting til Wednesday to hear the news. Fingers crossed.

Fuck you hedgehogs are endangered. I hope someone beats you to death with a rake.

Read The Establishment and How They Get Away With It by Owen Jones

I think I like someone, I'm pretty sure they like me, though I have never been in a relationship before due to never ending traveling growing up. The few I did have were very brief and never amounted to anything. I'm and adult now, and I feel like an awkward confused kid. I never had these kind of experiences growing up, so I don't know what to do. I don't want to make things awkward between us, and I wouldn't know how to react or initiate things. I feel like a child who has grown up feral and in being brought into society, finding that it becomes very difficult if almost impossible to pick up on language. I feel paralysed.

all I want is one (you), just one

here (you) go :0)

I'm reading the stranger and this is how the main character comes off

ingest small amounts of scopolamine

these are not connected fyi.

My mother used to tell me
Believe in ghosts and set them free

There’s a volcano on the horizon
But it’s just the sunset

I wish we were all as full of life now
As we were then
I wish my coffee wasn’t cold

If jesus lived until sixty
We would have memoirs not the cross

The sky hangs precariously like the ocean breeze

An emotion is merely an analysis of a biomechanical structure and a selectively picked system and its chemical balances. I believe that human identification of emotion, soul, anything platonic is merely a form of arrogance or misunderstanding of automatic biomechanical responses to environments. Conscious thought cannot exist, it is impossible by definition unless humans are some kind of race of divine beings. The flow of the entire universe through the illusion of time is merely atoms and ions of different types and concentrations moving as one giant fluidly composite soup and a system between any two states or more of this universe creates a chronological order.

If could ever find where you live I would beat the shit out of you and rape your mom.

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fucking faggots what the fuck ruin the only good thing in the world aaaahahahahaha reeee lifes stealing my lifesdfasfasasfdrrrreeeeeeeeee

I'd shoot you if you even step foot on my property. Have fun with the electric fence, though.

Kind of skeptical reading Owen Jones... Not exactly a fan of his politically speaking. How are his written works? This books does seem interesting, and along the same lines as what I have been reading though.