I feel so guilty when I have coffee. I feel so guilty when I don't save all my money and spend it "perfectly".
I feel awful because I don't do 100 things at once in 100 different ways at once. I feel guilty for not working non stop. I feel guilty for not enjoying my 20s. I am smart enough to see what's worthwhile and what's not. It's torture.
I don't want Christian brainwashing. I am blackpilled and spookpilled and see it all so fucking clearly.
Jordan Evans
Dude, just buy ground coffee and use a drip method. You'll spend 5 dollars/fortnight and won't be sponsoring greedy corporations that have huge margins when they sell shitty coffee for 3 dollars a pop.
Caleb Allen
Also I should.mention the coffee ruins my sleep and ruins my strength in the gym because of that.
Wyatt Butler
Bruh, if you don't drink it after 4pm it should be fine. If you don't want to have a caffeine intake at all I suggest that starting tomorrow you cut your intake in half for the week, then next week you cut it in half and then switch to herbal tea (not green or black, they also contain caffeine). Good luck.
James Parker
You have been posting this shit for years, every single day. Multiple threads every single day for at least 5 years. How do you live with yourself?
Nicholas Clark
>I feel so guilty when I don't save all my money and spend it "perfectly". >I feel guilty for not working non stop. same
Connor Murphy
you might not be christian brainwashed, but calvinism is deeply ingrained to the point where you are as aware of it as fish are that they are wet.
Oliver Turner
This. THIS!
Caleb White
>I am smart >I am blackpilled and spookpilled
Kevin Brooks
I travelled through Vauxhall today user, holy fuck it was depressing. I swear in 2013 it was an ok place, now it looks like the middle east or that one scene from Children of Men.
Christian Davis
I walked through there on a sunny and hot day and the intersection felt like a foreign country (due to weather and American style heavy traffic) but I barely explored it.
Levi Lopez
I feel bad for not spending all my time studying and working as hard as possible on achieving the career and artistic goals I have I feel bad for not spending more times with friends and family, taking more time to relax and travel and spend time on my hobbies
How do I fix this conundrum
Noah Hall
You gotta go outside user. Mindless entertainment is like a time machine that brings you closer to death by loosing precious minutes with no benefit.
Easton Campbell
I have this too, i see it as an extreme time anxiety.
Julian Long
use the time you waste shitposting to spend with your friends and family instead
i was thinking maybe instead of confessing shit to a frog exchange forum, i can just go to the catholic version
Brody Cox
does anyone know what part of confession augustine talks about how he used to be addicted to greek plays or something and how he finally gave it up, his shit is too long i can't find it but some christlord around here probably has it memorized
Parker Lee
I feel worthless for not being Chad and having sex every waking moment of my free time in my youth
I feel worse and worse for every second I am still a loser virgin
Landon Sanders
become a religion nut and pretend that sex is against your belief and that chad will burn in hell, you won't really believe and no one else will either, but it will give you cover to live with less shame
Austin Nelson
this is bullshit, my best friend is a chad and he's had sex with 16 different girls.
now he says he is ashamed and he wishes he had no done that because he has trouble just being with hig gf and not comparing her to the women he's been with. He said he felt the most shame when he had to tell his virgin gf how many partners he had in the past.
I myself have only had one sexual partner who was my gf at the time, which was last summer but since then I've become religious and I am waiting until marriage for sex.
I am 21.
being chad wont make you happy, and having meaningless sex wont either. youre not missing out.
Colton Reyes
>atheists Ground coffee tastes like ass. I purchase the most expensive coffee I can get fresh make it stronger than most know how to, and I'm still spending less than the $5 a cup bullshit. One bag costs $25 roughly and lasts a week, each daily portion is about double what that $5 cup costs.
Sebastian Campbell
no you just ctrl+f the right words
1/2
"2. Stage plays also captivated me, with their sights full of the images of my own miseries: fuel for my own fire. Now, why does a man like to be made sad by viewing doleful and tragic scenes, which he himself could not by any means endure? Yet, as a spectator, he wishes to experience from them a sense of grief, and in this very sense of grief his pleasure consists. What is this but wretched madness? For a man is more affected by these actions the more he is spuriously involved in these affections. Now, if he should suffer them in his own person, it is the custom to call this “misery.” But when he suffers with another, then it is called “compassion.” But what kind of compassion is it that arises from viewing fictitious and unreal sufferings? The spectator is not expected to aid the sufferer but merely to grieve for him. And the more he grieves the more he applauds the actor of these fictions. If the misfortunes of the characters--whether historical or entirely imaginary--are represented so as not to touch the feelings of the spectator, he goes away disgusted and complaining. But if his feelings are deeply touched, he sits it out attentively, and sheds tears of joy.
3. Tears and sorrow, then, are loved. Surely every man desires to be joyful. And, though no one is willingly miserable, one may, nevertheless, be pleased to be merciful so that we love their sorrows because without them we should have nothing to pity. This also springs from that same vein of friendship. But whither does it go? Whither does it flow? Why does it run into that torrent of pitch which seethes forth those huge tides of loathsome lusts in which it is changed and altered past recognition, being diverted and corrupted from its celestial purity by its own will? Shall, then, compassion be repudiated? By no means! Let us, however, love the sorrows of others. But let us beware of uncleanness, O my soul, under the protection of my God, the God of our fathers, who is to be praised and exalted--let us beware of uncleanness.
Gabriel Baker
2/2
I have not yet ceased to have compassion. But in those days in the theaters I sympathized with lovers when they sinfully enjoyed one another, although this was done fictitiously in the play. And when they lost one another, I grieved with them, as if pitying them, and yet had delight in both grief and pity. Nowadays I feel much more pity for one who delights in his wickedness than for one who counts himself unfortunate because he fails to obtain some harmful pleasure or suffers the loss of some miserable felicity. This, surely, is the truer compassion, but the sorrow I feel in it has no delight for me. For although he that grieves with the unhappy should be commended for his work of love, yet he who has the power of real compassion would still prefer that there be nothing for him to grieve about. For if good will were to be ill will--which it cannot be--only then could he who is truly and sincerely compassionate wish that there were some unhappy people so that he might commiserate them. Some grief may then be justified, but none of it loved. Thus it is that thou dost act, O Lord God, for thou lovest souls far more purely than we do and art more incorruptibly compassionate, although thou art never wounded by any sorrow. Now “who is sufficient for these things?”
4. But at that time, in my wretchedness, I loved to grieve; and I sought for things to grieve about. In another man’s misery, even though it was feigned and impersonated on the stage, that performance of the actor pleased me best and attracted me most powerfully which moved me to tears. What marvel then was it that an unhappy sheep, straying from thy flock and impatient of thy care, I became infected with a foul disease? This is the reason for my love of griefs: that they would not probe into me too deeply (for I did not love to suffer in myself such things as I loved to look at), and they were the sort of grief which came from hearing those fictions, which affected only the surface of my emotion. Still, just as if they had been poisoned fingernails, their scratching was followed by inflammation, swelling, putrefaction, and corruption. Such was my life! But was it life, O my God?"