Write whats on your mind

What routine?

The face we present to others is the buildup of quirk and deeper, root insecurity that plagues our being. We, in sense, create the person we act as, without consciousness of it. We can only garner a sense of what it is that molds us to be after the fact, in a time of reflection. This reflection is also marred by our inability to cope with innate peculiarity.

I abhor infantilism, more than anything. I can accept the charater flaws inherent to just about anyone,(barring obscene, destructive intent) but nothing is quite as repugnant, to me, as someone who turns away from their issues in favor of regressing into a self-oriented childlock. It's the worst combination of delusion, narcissistic indulgence, and cowardice.

who picked that fucking shitty picture for the "what's on your mind" thread, fuck this thread

i think i watched porn for 6 hours but im not really sure since i dont remember exactly when i started, but since a lotta motherfuckers watch 6 hours of game of thrones n shit i dont feel bad at all, it's sunday, day of rest

In a thread about the recent neo-nazi riots, a few separate people commented that the protestors on both sides had an odd affect to them, as if they were in a movie. Since then, I've noticed that feeling behind my own actions as well. Whenever I'm in public, I'm consciously choosing how to act, and shaping my behavior to match up with how I want myself to appear at the time. For instance, when I get in an elevator and stand still, it's not completely "natural", but something I choose to do because I like how it makes me come across.

That alone is simple, but it becomes complex when I try to remember what actions I'm overriding in the first place. Sure, I can lean against the elevator instead of standing up straight - it still doesn't feel natural. I think part of this is because I'm a weird shut-in, but it does appear to match up with the movie phenomenon mentioned before, and I'm curious if anyone else here has felt this.

I need to be careful i dont become resentful. Its not her faulr she is the way she is. I wish i could live in the moment, so when im runnijg my hands through her hair or gracing her lips with mine or jusy laying on her bed talking to her i dont suddenly have sobering pains in my chest and thoughts in my head reminding me that this will not last, and that she is the reason it wont, because no matter how much we love eachother, no reason is good enough for her to commit and tell me she wants a relationship. She is my best friend and the source of my pain and love, i feel betrayed but i dont want to be resentful.

I've recently been thinking about my dream of becoming a writer. I didn't really consider it until i was 19. Now, I'm 23 and trying to work my way into it (tons of reading, writing classes, ect). I somrtimes wonder if I chose to go for writing a bit too late in life

But I've been doubting both myself and my aspirations. I'm uncertain about my ideas, constantly and obsessivley reworking them on paper until I have something that I think is completely logical. I keep trying to push myself to greatnessbut fearing that I might become a forgetable/shitty/mediocre writer. I see everyone else at my college as they pursue their dream of writing, and they seem to be doing well while I feel like some amateur who'll never evolve.

The only thing keeping me going right now is the Joseph Cambpbell quote "follow your bliss".
I don't want life to pass me by while I sit and just wrestle with myself and my thoughts.
I want to be great.

There was neither non-existence nor existence then;
Neither the realm of space, nor the sky which is beyond;
What stirred? Where? In whose protection?

>There was neither death nor immortality then;
>No distinguishing sign of night nor of day;
>That One breathed, windless, by its own impulse;
>Other than that there was nothing beyond.

Darkness there was at first, by darkness hidden;
Without distinctive marks, this all was water;
That which, becoming, by the void was covered;
That One by force of heat came into being;

>Who really knows? Who will here proclaim it?
>Whence was it produced? Whence is this creation?
>Gods came afterwards, with the creation of this universe.
>Who then knows whence it has arisen?

Whether God's will created it, or whether He was mute;
Perhaps it formed itself, or perhaps it did not;
Only He who is its overseer in highest heaven knows,

>Only He knows, or perhaps He does not know.

Back/Biceps, Chest/Triceps and Shoulders/Legs. I do core training after each workout. Been bulking lately and I think I'm just about to start cutting

I'm only content when I don't plan to be. The predictability of planning every detail of my life eliminates the possibility for surprise and spontaneous emotions. I need to do this more often. SOMEBODY STOP ME!

Uncertainty. Perhaps he knows, perhaps he doesn't; does he knows and not know? Does he neither knows nor not knows?
There IS death, old age and illness; inmortality I haven't think about yet.
The Origin? Samsara. The End? Enlightenment. The Path? The Dharma.

there there was there was neither there was neither non-existence there was neither non-existence nor there was neither non-existence nor existence there was neither non-existence nor existence then;
neither neither the neither the realm neither the realm of neither the realm of space, neither the realm of space, nor neither the realm of space, nor the neither the realm of space, nor the sky neither the realm of space, nor the sky which neither the realm of space, nor the sky which is neither the realm of space, nor the sky which is beyond;
What what stirred? What stirred? Where? What stirred? Where? In what stirred? Where? In whose what stirred? Where? In whose protection?

There there was there was neither there was neither death nor there was neither death nor there was neither death nor immortality there was neither death nor immortality then;
No no distinguishing no distinguishing sign no distinguishing sign of no distinguishing sign of night no distinguishing sign of night nor no distinguishing sign of night nor day;
That that One that One breathed, that One breathed, windless, that One breathed, windless, by that One breathed, windless by its that One breathed, windless, by its own that One breathed, windless, by its own impulse;
Other other than other than that other than that there other than that there other than that there was other than that there was nothing other than that there was nothing beyond

Darkness darkness there darkness there was darkness there was at darkness there was at first, darkness there was at first, by darkness there was at first , by darkness darkness there was at first, by darkness darkness darkness there was at first, by darkness hidden;
Without without distinctive without distinctive marks, without distinctive marks, this without distinctive marks, this all without distinctive marks, this all was without distinctive marks, this all was water;
That that which that which, becoming that which, becoming, by that which, becoming, by that which, becoming, by the that which, becoming, by the void that which, becoming, by the void was that which, becoming, by the void was covered;
That that One that One by that One by force that One by force of that One by force of heat that One by force of heat came that One by force of heat came into that One by force of heat came into being;

Who who really who really knows? Who really knows? Who who really knows? Who will who really knows? Who will here who really knows? Who will here proclaim who really knows? Who here will proclaim it?
Whence whence was whence was it whence was it produced? Whence was it produced? Whence whence was it produced? Whence is whence was it produced? Whence is this whence was it produced? Whence is this creation?
Gods gods came gods came afterwards, gods came afterwards, with gods came afterwards, with the gods came afterwards, with the creation gods came afterwards with the creation of gods came afterwards, with the creation of this-

gods came afterwards, with the creation of this universe
Who who then who then knows who then knows whence who then knows whence it who then knows whence it has who then knows whence it has arisen?

Whether whether God's whether God's will whether God's will created whether God's will created it, whether God's will created it, or whether God's will created it, or whether he whether God's will created it, or whether He whether God's will created it, or whether He was whether God's will created it, or whether He was mute;
Perhaps perhaps it perhaps it formed perhaps it formed itself, perhaps it formed itself, or perhaps it formed itself, or perhaps perhaps it formed itself, of perhaps it perhaps it formed itself, or perhaps it did perhaps it formed itself, or perhaps it did not
Only only He only He who only He who is only He who is its only He who is its overseer only He who is its overseer in only He who is its overseer in highest only He who is its overseer in highest heaven only He who is its overseer in highest heaven knows

Only only He only He knows, only He knows, or only He knows, or perhaps only He knows, or perhaps He only He knows, or perhaps He does only He knows, or perhaps he does not only He knows, or perhaps he does not know.

this would make such a great sample for an ambient song or album
like polar inertia or biosphere

Making yourself hard to understand isn't difficult
Making yourself simple to understand isn't easy
Those with something to tell say nothing
Those with nothing to tell say something

This is a duplicate thread.

If you act evil, make evil decisions, do evil things with malicious intent, you have lost my respect. No, I don't care who you are. No, I wont grovel. No, I won't fear you, what could you do to me that God couldn't do? Go on. Take that last step. Become a murderer. I can die happy, your legacy sealed. I am an affront to everything you hold dear, and I won't bow, and you're only just realizing the worst part: I am entirely justified, and have already made my peace with whatever happens.

Precious words do not impact
Honest words do not impart
A work of beauty isn't deep
It doesn't sow so it doesn't reap
The more it shows, the clearer it is
The more it gives, the richer it is
Because it's obvious, it needs not to explain
Because it's secure, it dares to entertain
Since it's part of this vast world
It won't waste time to last long

I think I might be retarded?

What am I?
I put on a happy face, go with the flow, roll with the punches, pretend to be what they want to see by obscuring almost every part of me.
No real knowledge is imparted, no wisdom absorbed, no matter how much I learn I'm just as dumb as before.
I can't read their faces, don't know their tells, the more people I meet the more convinced I am that I'm an empty shell.
To hell with it, what's the point in caring? If they're satisfied by the act, why bother sharing what makes me me instead of one of them? Nobody looks twice when you blend into the crowd like so much background noise. Life would be more interesting if I weren't barred from making choices by the crippling fear that If I were to stand out I'd be cast out.

You spend so long convincing everyone you belong that you're afraid to be yourself, because what if who you are is wrong?

Fuck it.

Lighten up there, Dr. Seuss

Now thats what I call a big boy post buddy

Social anxiety
You care more about how you're perceived by others than letting your Self thrive