Do you have an ugly soul or a beautiful soul, Veeky Forums?

You certainly are a bitchy cunt.

I've read a lot of virtue and Stoic philosophy. I want to believe I have a good soul. I'm not materialistic, polite, and I help people whenever it is possible, even at the expensive of myself.

However, I have mental illnesses and my mind always looks for reasons to hate people and I judge them fiercely. It is an automatic response, and I have tried to suppress it over the years but I can't. Do you think I am an evil person?

You are a man, right?

I'm really not sure.

Yes, why?

>"Wisdom?"
>plugs ears

probably a piece of shit that should be strangled out of life, i'm not a good person

No.

>wisdom
>from the yapping cunt
You're a funny abomination.

>He fell for the ugly-beautiful meme
I have an exuberant soul. I overflow, I grow, I spread my energy like hot sticky cum over anything that strikes me. I have an erotic soul.

This, bipolar masterrace

I sold my soul to a demon a long time ago. I call her my wife.

I don't think you are evil then. Just a troubled person, like so many others.

Beauty and ugliness are in the eyes of the beholder

and my self-loading makes my soul ugly as fuck

We all have beautiful souls. We're fragile, though, and we seem to get corrupted quite easily.

"Shipmates, have ye shipped in that ship?"

Queequeg and I had just left the Pequod, and were sauntering away from the water, for the moment each occupied with his own thoughts, when the above words were put to us by a stranger, who, pausing before us, levelled his massive forefinger at the vessel in question. He was but shabbily apparelled in faded jacket and patched trowsers; a rag of a black handkerchief investing his neck. A confluent small-pox had in all directions flowed over his face, and left it like the complicated ribbed bed of a torrent, when the rushing waters have been dried up.

"Have ye shipped in her?" he repeated.

"You mean the ship Pequod, I suppose," said I, trying to gain a little more time for an uninterrupted look at him.

"Aye, the Pequod - that ship there," he said, drawing back his whole arm, and then rapidly shoving it straight out from him, with the fixed bayonet of his pointed finger darted full at the object.

"Yes," said I, "we have just signed the articles."

"Anything down there about your souls?"

"About what?"

"Oh, perhaps you hav'n't got any," he said quickly. "No matter though, I know many chaps that hav'n't got any, - good luck to 'em; and they are all the better off for it. A SOUL'S A SORT OF A FIFTH WHEEL TO A WAGON."

"What are you jabbering about, shipmate?" said I.

"He's got enough, though, to make up for all deficiencies of that sort in other chaps," abruptly said the stranger, placing a nervous emphasis upon the word he.

"Queequeg," said I, "let's go; this fellow has broken loose from somewhere; he's talking about something and somebody we don't know."

Hahah! NICE! *high-five*

It might have been beautiful if I had had a brain to go with it.

during the day my exposed soul is that of young Japanese school girl Yika Marushi, but when the sun sets I transform into the power Ikakku, powerful shapeshifter. As time passes I begin to notice parts of each soul blending together as I begin to make friends and battle the evil Osaga Clan.

i like this post

I'm a 5th dimensional being of pure light that works at a grocery store.

A little of both, obviously. Probably more beautiful than ugly. Perhaps sad more than either.

anyone who claims to have a beautiful soul is naturally ruled out from having a beautiful soul

the only true beautiful souls are the souls who are naive to their own beauty

damn

I'm pretty sure these people annoy the fuck out of more people than they please.

I just think beauty is an idea that has to be imposed by a separated party, and the further someone is from knowing their worth, the purer that worth becomes because there's inherently less intentions attached

Except I don't think a person can not know their self-worth without hating themselves, and this is proportionally true to their worth.

Ugly.
I'm just hoping to have enough damage control to stop going full Underground Man.

I guess ignorance of self-worth would be a better way of describing what I mean, definitely not actively self-loathing (which imo is much worse than self-gratifying), just someone who is blissfully unaware of their beautiful impact on others and the world around them

I'm an artist. This is what am I at my core: essentially elitist, but also exceedingly philantropic.
I really can't tolerate most people, it may be that I'm actually autistic, but they just make me excessively angry, so that I always retreat to isolation to calm myself down and stop being so frustrated.
At the same time this is not enough for me not to care about their well-being. I'm genuinely concerned about my fellow man, and I give most of my money (I live a very frugal life cause of it) away to charities. I simply can't stop myself from doing it. It's not about congratulating myself, it's just that I know, in a very personal, subjective way, that this is the right thing to do.
At heart I think that I'm really ethical, without being excessively principled and dogmatic. I don't really have a system in place, but I still trust my intuition enough for me to always see a ''right thing'' to do. Imo, unless you're in a place of power, where compromise may be necessary, knowing what is the right thing to do is that easy.

is this a beautiful soul? I'm pretty sure that some people could criticize it as weak, which I don't think is an aspect of beauty. Give me your opinion.

Beautiful. If I were a girl I would date me, seriously.

you sound like you have a schizotypal personality user

>you sound like you have a schizotypal personality user

I just have a very low tolerance for people I don't like. I find myself many times just storming out of conversations cause of it.
That said I don't think I have any such problem, I just think I have strong reasons to value philantropy even over this misoginy. These are actual human beings, should I really think that I should not care about their well-being only because they don't like the things I like? That's lazy.

I think you need to better accept and be at peace with the fact that a majority of people don't think completely logically about their views and are very much products of their environment

You'll more than likely find people who have very different opinions on a variety of issues than yourself, but instead of storming off and getting emotional, press deeper, ask WHY they feel a certain way about something so you can better understand their situation and where they come from

And if nothing comes of it, just accept that you're different people shaped by different environments

you sound like Françoise in the search of lost time

God, I'm looking forward to Moby Dick

Souls don't real.

I know right? I don't even have a wife. I just thought it would be something cool to say. xD

How kafkaesque

>>>>>>>>>Soul

who cares

Neither, but it is vast and acidic.

We are all one soul and it sure is beautiful.

>hateful, lazy, selfish, greedy
>have stolen, cheated, lied, damaged the property of others, and done pornography for pay
>regularly break the law
>asocial and antisocial
>no friends, disengaged from family, no pets, an isolated and selfish existence
>unironically think most people should be shot and the world would be better off with a good plague to wash the scum out
>only help others if it benefits me
>go through sexual interests like tissue paper, have led people on just to fuck and dump them
>have used and exploited people
>quick to fight, naturally a bully

>most people like me and think I'm sweet and nice

I'm a piece of shit. As long as you're attractive and seem nice on the outside, you get pretty far on that.

Not ugly, bitter.

>you get pretty far on that

Youre just egotistical, proud. But also (if not some nonce, 3rd person entity) self-honest, and more like what others are more than willing to miss, in themselves.

My mysanthropy is not of this kind: as I said I don't really tolerate other people, I just don't really enjoy their presence, and at times things that they say just make me want to storm out, but never out of hate.
In that situation I would have actually took care of that maid, while being sure of always saying the right thing in order to don't put more pression on her.

>collective soul includes serial killers, people involved in genocides, pedophiles, psychopaths, everyone evil you can imagine

Yeah, so beautiful.

my soul has herpes