SexyIncél
🍭my lollipop brings the feminists to my candyshop
- Aug 16, 2022
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Life might as well be fiction. I guess you could call this venting: steam uncurling
I ask no questions, request no advice. I may vomit on the shoes of the so-called 'positive'. The recovery subforum is currently hostile territory for those like me; I'm gingerly testing the waters. But if likeminded people want to chill here with their random thoughts, yes sit in class with me
I was so punished for caring about details. Some were attracted to me at first. But eventually didn't like how I'm sometimes like a wagging dawg, focusing on subtle details to make people's lives easier. A large task can be cut down in little papercuts, given the right kind of doggie-ninja
Cloaking it in pretty philosophies didn't help. They just wanted the results: the ego boost of impressing others. Such people are typically too... one might say they sucked at deferring gratification. But it's not really about deferring gratification. Rather, about seeing beyond the illusion of size; and thus being gratified by "little" things
Due to combinatorial explosion, even tiny spaces explode with possibilities
Of course, many are fine with fiddly details. But they're also typically fine with the status quo -- and fear imagination. Maybe because they understand the true distance between here & there. Intention & reality. But they're no fun, not for me. They use logic to constrain possibilities, not explode them
Fortunately: I'm currently secure with those willing to imaginatively walk with me along fiddly details. Staring at strange scenes in an enigmatic universe
My normie school refuses to be like the others. I was called back from the cusp of nonexistence for a reason. Boredom-tolerance is not my thing. I will not learn to take pleasure in the daily breakfast. I will not "cope." Suffering at least must be beautiful. Passion & pleasure is the means & end
I ask no questions, request no advice. I may vomit on the shoes of the so-called 'positive'. The recovery subforum is currently hostile territory for those like me; I'm gingerly testing the waters. But if likeminded people want to chill here with their random thoughts, yes sit in class with me
I was so punished for caring about details. Some were attracted to me at first. But eventually didn't like how I'm sometimes like a wagging dawg, focusing on subtle details to make people's lives easier. A large task can be cut down in little papercuts, given the right kind of doggie-ninja
Cloaking it in pretty philosophies didn't help. They just wanted the results: the ego boost of impressing others. Such people are typically too... one might say they sucked at deferring gratification. But it's not really about deferring gratification. Rather, about seeing beyond the illusion of size; and thus being gratified by "little" things
Due to combinatorial explosion, even tiny spaces explode with possibilities
Of course, many are fine with fiddly details. But they're also typically fine with the status quo -- and fear imagination. Maybe because they understand the true distance between here & there. Intention & reality. But they're no fun, not for me. They use logic to constrain possibilities, not explode them
Fortunately: I'm currently secure with those willing to imaginatively walk with me along fiddly details. Staring at strange scenes in an enigmatic universe
My normie school refuses to be like the others. I was called back from the cusp of nonexistence for a reason. Boredom-tolerance is not my thing. I will not learn to take pleasure in the daily breakfast. I will not "cope." Suffering at least must be beautiful. Passion & pleasure is the means & end
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