Shrooming isn't a place, it's live action brain damage.
As the show within the show Daria so simply cited in its title, “It’s a sick sad world.” Sadly, one may only realize this while inducing an amount of drugs that is more than any man should, and will only be doubled in the future.
The human existence is one of the most selfish and degenerate ideas since the clapper. We have one goal, happiness, and we theorize that is obtainable through personal gain-everything any person does is essentially for themselves. That is kinda disheartening. Everything you do, everything you do for another person is basically just for you.
Maybe it is just the exceptionally average humans, but all we do it consumer, waste, and use-up. Some of us really don’t put anything back into this whole great broken circle of human life. Yet still, we realize this and expect everything else in the world to comply to our wishes, which we believe will make us at least temporarily happy.
Not to mention late night commercials; I almost mentioned Girls Gone Wild itself, but then I remembered the late night phone service commercials and realized that both need to be addressed as part of a more general idea.
It is sad and disturbing that people purchase or buy in to those. Really, do people believe that there is an entire romantic, beach-ladened, subculture that is worry-free, naked, drunk, and able to influence the sun into perpetual seclusion? Again, I must not forget the nonstop slow jazz or steel drum music playing in the background of this desired Dystopia.
Think about this: Right now someone is watching a Girls Gone Wild video, smiling uncontrollably while rubbing his penis, or her vagina, in a personally pleasurable way. This isn’t even hardcore porn-it isn’t even softcore porn, it isn’t even porn. It is a “handheld” camera observing “real girls”… with steel drum music playing in the background. What is erotic, romantic, “real”, or entertaining about it?
I am I really sadden that I cannot understand however a person can be so thoroughly enthralled by that, or I am secretly jealous that something so remedially perverse doesn’t get me off… Yeah, I’m saddened.
The there is romance, which is so disrespectfully confused for a relationship. Romance is beautiful and different for each person, relationships are what suck-they, like cigarettes, have one negative aspect to them, they end. Unfortunately, the frustrating time it takes to light up another cigarette is nothing compared to the time it takes to ignite another cool, smooth, dissipating, relationship. To further boggle your now anxious mind, love is another thing all together.
Through the speculation, or rather the experience of an unshared loved, one my find grounds for disbelief in God, or more specifically the disbelief in anything more to life that clusters than a cluster of cells-“decaying matter” if you will. Really.
How can someone like another person so much and get nothing in return. The whole idea of true love and all is a very Christian idea, and for atheists it is more to life the just mechanics. However, when someone truly feels they love someone else-the romantic, relationship, forever love-and they get NOTHING in return one questions everything. The whole human ambition-wait, “ambition” is way too indecisive-the whole human objective is happiness and this person can NEVER have that. Why would any higher being do that? Make someone so right and perfect, and someone another person can feel so strongly for, yet, the other person feels absolutely zilch (I feel this archaic term needs a comeback). That person can realize that they are so close to everything they ever wanted, but eventually they realize they never will have it and start considering a gun barrel to one’s temple. Everything they ever got in their life was a coincidence, and the one thing they really want is completely unobtainable, even the chase becomes a hellacious circle. When a person finally realizes all this they see there isn’t even a reason to pursue that one thing that will make you happy… There really isn’t any reason for life. There obviously isn’t anything bigger out there that is going to help you either, or why would it just waste us like that?
The human existence is one of the most selfish and degenerate ideas since the clapper. We have one goal, happiness, and we theorize that is obtainable through personal gain-everything any person does is essentially for themselves. That is kinda disheartening. Everything you do, everything you do for another person is basically just for you.
Maybe it is just the exceptionally average humans, but all we do it consumer, waste, and use-up. Some of us really don’t put anything back into this whole great broken circle of human life. Yet still, we realize this and expect everything else in the world to comply to our wishes, which we believe will make us at least temporarily happy.
Not to mention late night commercials; I almost mentioned Girls Gone Wild itself, but then I remembered the late night phone service commercials and realized that both need to be addressed as part of a more general idea.
It is sad and disturbing that people purchase or buy in to those. Really, do people believe that there is an entire romantic, beach-ladened, subculture that is worry-free, naked, drunk, and able to influence the sun into perpetual seclusion? Again, I must not forget the nonstop slow jazz or steel drum music playing in the background of this desired Dystopia.
Think about this: Right now someone is watching a Girls Gone Wild video, smiling uncontrollably while rubbing his penis, or her vagina, in a personally pleasurable way. This isn’t even hardcore porn-it isn’t even softcore porn, it isn’t even porn. It is a “handheld” camera observing “real girls”… with steel drum music playing in the background. What is erotic, romantic, “real”, or entertaining about it?
I am I really sadden that I cannot understand however a person can be so thoroughly enthralled by that, or I am secretly jealous that something so remedially perverse doesn’t get me off… Yeah, I’m saddened.
The there is romance, which is so disrespectfully confused for a relationship. Romance is beautiful and different for each person, relationships are what suck-they, like cigarettes, have one negative aspect to them, they end. Unfortunately, the frustrating time it takes to light up another cigarette is nothing compared to the time it takes to ignite another cool, smooth, dissipating, relationship. To further boggle your now anxious mind, love is another thing all together.
Through the speculation, or rather the experience of an unshared loved, one my find grounds for disbelief in God, or more specifically the disbelief in anything more to life that clusters than a cluster of cells-“decaying matter” if you will. Really.
How can someone like another person so much and get nothing in return. The whole idea of true love and all is a very Christian idea, and for atheists it is more to life the just mechanics. However, when someone truly feels they love someone else-the romantic, relationship, forever love-and they get NOTHING in return one questions everything. The whole human ambition-wait, “ambition” is way too indecisive-the whole human objective is happiness and this person can NEVER have that. Why would any higher being do that? Make someone so right and perfect, and someone another person can feel so strongly for, yet, the other person feels absolutely zilch (I feel this archaic term needs a comeback). That person can realize that they are so close to everything they ever wanted, but eventually they realize they never will have it and start considering a gun barrel to one’s temple. Everything they ever got in their life was a coincidence, and the one thing they really want is completely unobtainable, even the chase becomes a hellacious circle. When a person finally realizes all this they see there isn’t even a reason to pursue that one thing that will make you happy… There really isn’t any reason for life. There obviously isn’t anything bigger out there that is going to help you either, or why would it just waste us like that?