darkwall
Well-known member
When you see mothers buying accessories for their babies, like the barbies they used to know (this is how capitalism conditions you): when you see the mindless freaks silent with grief on the pavements, you know that there is a lot of ugliness in human nature.
But we must analyse it for all that it's worth. It is not important to understand beauty (sometimes even detrimental) - it is essential to understand ugliness and accept it. Yesterday I was alone again in a group: it is in our survival instincts to reject loners like diseased animals. You've done it before, and had it done to you. It is of the upmost importance that we see it for what it is, and incorporate it into our understanding of people.
Depression can be a good thing, a sign. If you don't see it as a disease, it can let you know that you're getting too close - or too far. I've made myself a deal. I hate my life here, and no amount of drugs will ever change it as it is. If you make five advances, four of them will be rejected, but that last one may open up a vista.
I'm going to approach five university people online and manoeuvre my way into a social life. If it fails, I quit. That's the deal. I don't want to look at people like a sick animal any more. I don't want to look at them and feel confined by them, defined by them, whatever. We're herd animals. The only happiness we can ever know is a contiguous one.
But we must analyse it for all that it's worth. It is not important to understand beauty (sometimes even detrimental) - it is essential to understand ugliness and accept it. Yesterday I was alone again in a group: it is in our survival instincts to reject loners like diseased animals. You've done it before, and had it done to you. It is of the upmost importance that we see it for what it is, and incorporate it into our understanding of people.
Depression can be a good thing, a sign. If you don't see it as a disease, it can let you know that you're getting too close - or too far. I've made myself a deal. I hate my life here, and no amount of drugs will ever change it as it is. If you make five advances, four of them will be rejected, but that last one may open up a vista.
I'm going to approach five university people online and manoeuvre my way into a social life. If it fails, I quit. That's the deal. I don't want to look at people like a sick animal any more. I don't want to look at them and feel confined by them, defined by them, whatever. We're herd animals. The only happiness we can ever know is a contiguous one.