Overwhelming emotion is the mind killer. I will let the overwhelming emotion pass over me and through me. And after it is gone silence will remain.

That’s basically vipassana meditation. It’s the only technique I’ve found.

I think everybody else just fakes it. A calm smile masking raging insanity

You’re just a lazy asshole.

That’s my favorite

From the ocean of laziness comes fabulous fishes. But you have to enter the ocean of laziness first. You’ve got to submit to it and be okay with it. And then when you are all floppy and spread out like that, a true inspiration will arise.

Is “i don’t want to” enough? No justification. Just I don’t want to.

I think that the heart of executive dysfunction is the conflict between your own guiding forces and the guiding forces offered by society.

In our society it is assumed that it is only good and healthy that you submit to the latter. And the vast majority of us do, smoothly and automatically.

But some of us are different and this process of submission is not smooth. It might not even happen at all. There will be that ongoing conflict.

Teacher : draw a triangle with sides of length 1 inch, 2 inches and 3 inches

Kid : but you can’t do that. You get a 3 inch line. Other students proceed to draw skinny triangles.

Teacher : you’re wrong Kid. Everybody else can do it, what’s your problem?

True story.

This is truth

And after 20 minutes yr exhausted and leave.

I’ll do my own pandering thank you. With a collection of clear virtue signals, a rigorous purity filter and a crew of fanatical moderators.

Google keep. That yellow thing. Take notes constantly. SO useful. And voice to text. Wow

I relate. Dread every day.

My answer was to draw and read scifi all day. Let my grades slide. Ignore everything.

I graduated because… I dunno. I think they just wanted me out of there.

Carpenter coder here. I like saving my code powers for my own beloved projects.

My thougts as well.

It makes me wonder about my own fears. How many of them were put there by propaganda?

Society is insane. Gotta deal with that somehow.

I’m a rural carpenter. I fly under all radar.

Me to. Dr Who. I had the dumbest british accent through my teens.

When I was little I liked the still ones. I could get along with them.

For the first 12 years of my life I had an ongoing “this is what reality is” story in my head that I worked on basically daily. It was a model, or an explanation.

I stopped when I got seriously into videogames

Finish the paper, or don’t, the outcome is the same. You don’t have to worry about the paper anymore. Which is what really matters here.

The second way is easier.

He’s nothing but a low-down, double-dealing, backstabbing, larcenous perverted worm! Hanging’s too good for him. Burning’s too good for him! He should be torn into little bitsy pieces and buried alive!

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I imagine such a creature raped and dominated by his own flesh. A whining, grunting puppet.