Q: are you worried you might get so used to it that you start to find clothed work a source of ennui that you just can't shake and leads to a life of nudist beaches, private sex clubs, and the perpetual aroma of coconut oil on everything you touch? Or are you worried it won't?
Also no I wear clothing when I work like a normal person.
I masturbate on my 10 minute breaks.
@1,237,464 (Fake anon !ZkUt8arUCU)
The only creatures in the universe as far as we know, in 14 billion years, and at least as long as what, 450 million years life has existed -and only for as long as some tens of thousands of years has that
partially been true.
A normal person and wearing clothing by today's standards of what constitutes working and when ALSO
like a —these are all things you're literally only at
best 3 days of liberating nudity away from being shown that, no, no, there's nothing but back lit shadows on a wall quite like removing shackles we all agree are intrinsic to a person's normal character could show you.
And no other form of life except people would even notice or react or find human nudity odd.
You wear clothes because people can't be normal. We have to adopt a lot of abnormal behavior to prove we have the right to be what we're born to be.
Or something like that. Just try wearing the wrong clothes and you'll see how little right you have to life. You get what you can keep. And if you're made to fight there's no walking away for somebody.
That's something most people don't understand. No one dies free unless they die fighting for their life. People that have that backwards and fight over other people's lives can die being freed from theirs if that's what they want.
And that's all pretty far from nudity. But today could be anyone's last day in life. Just walk about that door and see how long you could make it nude. Makes you wonder why anyone argues over style when we can't just be who we are naturally. We have to be who society styles us to be unnaturally normal to be? Because we can't just
be. We have to make others be.
Most people can't even sleep in the nude. Shower nude, and fuck nude. That's about it. In their naturally normal state for minutes a day. That's weird.
@previous (Fake anon !ZkUt8arUCU)
Oh, no, I never do. I sometimes scan through backward, but I'm looking for obvious typos and.... ugh, hold on a sec...
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Shut the fuck up Tteh, would you please just go to the doctor and get a fungal cream. Cure your cunt of that uncomfortable nagging itch and stink cheese old milk odor and you'll get some relief from the perpetual aggrieved suffering at having irritating inflamed pox up your ass.
And no, that's not just a normal skin issue everyone has, that's a yeast infection with a college education. Kill it.
Gross ass mother fuck...
@previous (Fake anon !ZkUt8arUCU)
I don't even remember what we were talking about.... oh yeah, no, why would I read what I write? Don't do that, that's how people get writers block. Don't even stop to go back and fix typos. Just like talking, you don't just sit there in a conversation and ponder and agonize over the next, like half a sentence, you just blast right through and you just say stuff. You know, you know what you're going to say, but you don't write a term paper to do it, you just figure it out on the fly and you work it out along the way.and you get there, usually, most people meander along until they arrive at the end of what the were compelled to say, and you don't get to rehear what you said and edit it and cut out -you know that's how people have insight, like, eureka moments, is when you're not thinking about what you're planning to say, you just are responding and you journey along to your point. And when you get there, boom, you're done.
And yeah, sometimes it's hit or miss. You don't convince people of everything you that's part of your worldview just because had a conversation with them. But, sometimes, it connects with them. Haven't you even been having a discussion and start to say something that makes YOU think? Like, oh, yeah, I just figured that out, huh, interesting.
And that doesn't happen if you're sitting there planning topic sentences and agonizing over just the perfect turn of phrase, or word choice, "thinking", it doesn't help. That's how people get stuck in the same mindset for 15 years and never grow, or learn or change.
You think too hard you always come back to what you know. The same old tired repetitive thoughts you'd always come back to. And spout off cause it's all you'll ever know. You gotta get out of the way of your brain. Your brain is the smart one. Not the one trying figure shit out all the time that has to think about things and understand stuff.
I'm a fucking idiot. But my brain is a LOT smarter than ME. So. Yeah. I do my thing, my brain does... brain things. And it's pretty awesome. I just, idk, I know when my brain is like, step aside, hold my bong, and I get out of the way. I get high and let my brain do the communicating, and -oh, you may not know about the split brain phenomenon and the Theory of Mind conjectures that come from it. Because, yeah, I think its kinda true. Conscious, subconscious, there's you, the voice part of you. And then there's the other "you" that doesn't have a narrator. Speech center is a left hemisphere structure, right hemisphere doesn't have a voice.
That's why sometimes things just come to you. "Insight". Eureka. That's your smart brain. And you know what it's thinking, it can't tell you why, you interpret for it and you invent the why.
It's called the left brain interpreter theory of mind and is related to concepts like your brain being a collection of agents from which behavior AND a central cohesive singular "you" emerge from, and it how matter that's not alive, becomes alive and somehow starts -thinking- nothing special about the junk that makes us. It's basically dirt and water. That thinks.
But, left brain, the "you" brain, the one you think is just the one brain, all you do it talk to yourself. Inside your head. How does anyone ever figure anything out if they're just yammering away all the time. And so I turn that off, and quit thinking. I just start saying whatever my brain puts out there. Stop worrying about fucking typos, and whatever, picking words. I just let my brain do what it's going to to and hope for the best.
Cause, yeah, I had to sit through watching my brain write whatever, that, turns out to be.
No way I'm reading all that. Proofreading it. Editing it.
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³👂 -no, I'm good. I think
🫸 🤚 I got the gist of it.
Y'all think I'm not self aware enough to know exactly what I sound like or why some people have a difficult time parsing through the layers of digressions and shifting sands of thought that make my writing, my
brain's writing, like a hike across the wilderness, continents with no end in sight?
Shit. I got through all that just fine. Good luck, I hope for the best, but don't blame me for your idiot self being stuck on the fact I used meth for like 6 months in 2018.
If you can't beat em, desperately attack their character and attempt to discredit them through repetitive lies and slander. Lol.
Hexi is butt frustrated that I'm so God damn right about him I even diagnosed his embarrassing skin disorder. But it dawned on me, angry obsessed Anon is the same Anon who thinks everyone's feet are gross and crusty and always talks about butt odors and crotch smells. That's a weird obsession unless it's part of your every day life and that is called projection, tteh. And that sounds like candida. Athletes foot and jock itch.
And he act like an angry flea bitten cat.
I'm telling you. My brain is probably right tteh.
It could help you. But, I digress.
Hope that clears things up for you. Uh, fake Anon. Not tteh, he'll smell like a cow udder just to spite me. lol.
Y'all enjoy the journey
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