Il porco contento e la noia

[Bofocchino]

Il porco contento e quello che vive come un animale, qui lo chiameremmo NPC, non e molto cosciente (o almeno non pare esserlo): sposati, scopa, fai i figli, vivi la societa con le sue falsita etc.

La seconda categoria e quella del Socrate scontento: tu sei abbastanza cosciente da vedere che la vita fondamentalmente non ha senso, un caos retto da leggi di causa ed effetto. Tu vedi che tutti sono legati al loro destino senza poter far molto (esempio: nasci con viso del cazzo e nessuna ti caga)
Ti arrivi ad annoiare cosi tanto perche vedi la condizione misera dell'essere umano. Soffri molto e vorresti regredire al porco contento.

Poi ci dovrebbe essere l'illuminato, non so cosa voglia dire perche non ci sono in questa categoria sono nel socrate scontento

Sono davvero molto annoiato dalle relazioni al punto che non mi entusiasma piu l'idea di averne una perche sono conscio della meccanica/cismo che ce dietro ed e fottutamente noioso

Fino ad ora ho invidiato il porco contento ma ora mi sembra la peggiore delle situazioni: in pratica sei una bestia incosciente, drogato fino alle morte, impicciato in relazioni false, desideroso delle stesse cose che tutti bramano, che Il tuo lato animale brama

[L'Eremita]

Hello Charles,

I'm just writing to say that I am glad to have stumbled upon your posts. We are in very similar life positions and seem to share the same 'eccentric' paradigms and value metrics. Your life tales and cultivated beliefs
resonated so strongly with me that I felt compelled to create an account here just to reach out to you. No homo.

I too constantly find myself between grandeur and inferiority; unsure if I'm special or worthless. We live in binary worlds void of the fuzzy 'grey area' that others are content in. We are the 'all or nothing' guys. Maybe
we are a bit 'spergy and are in some deluded denial, just like the kids who devote their lives to an obsession with steam trains or whatever. It's not that we lack extrospective or comparative reasoning ability, but
rather that we aren't concerned with the typical aspirations, hobbies and life values of our neurotypical peers. Perhaps it's that we don't feel ready for these yet. We might care about shiny cars and nice houses once we are beautiful, but that box must be ticked
before we are adorned with gold watches and tailored clothes. The idiom 'polishing a turd' comes to mind when I see some bald fool whizz by me in his Gallardo, Beautiful and homeless > average and rich.

The notion that very few people in this world openly agree with this life view is perplexing to me, just as it surely is from the point of view of the steam train kid. A crazy person never believes they are crazy, as personal experience is the only true reference point any person has; everyone else could be imagined figments for all anybody knows; cogito ergo sum etc.. anyway, instead of wasting our short lives arguing with ourselves and others on what's right' and what we 'should' desire, let's just go after what we know we want: beauty and love. One cannot exist without the other in our strange minds. So be it.

I know there's some contradiction in that last line, for me, at least. I find myself falling into deep limmerence with objectively sub-6 girls, who manage to be 9+s to my subjective consciousness, even if my rational brain realises that their pogonion: philtrum ratio is off or whatever, and that most males wouldn't be attracted to them. I realise that the same could be possible for me, and that a female might somehow find my face exceptionally attractive for whatever cultivated reasons (a theory could be genetic recomposition, that her genes + my genes = healthy offspring?), but it strikes me as being extremely improbable. Therefore,I know my best bets are to become as generically attractive as possible, ie: to become Francisco Lachowski-tier; broad and true appeal across 99% of human opinion.

I don't know about you, but my personal obsession with looks has its roots hooked somewhere deep in my childhood. It's a worn-out cliche that I never really thought applied to me, but perhaps the absence of a father figure is somewhat to blame (if there's even a need to 'blame', or if this pursuit of ours is even 'bad or incorrect (though it's surely incongruent)). Issues of abandonment are said to create an inferiority complex, and I realise that that is what my consciousness is truly based upon, and that most actions I make stem from the understanding that I am somehow 'not good enough', spliced with some megalomanic and contradicting illusions of grandeur from being told I was 'special' all the time.

I am disturbed by uncertainty, but something that is definitely certain and universally true is beauty. I've been enthralled by beautiful males for as long as I can remember. It's not the same as seeing a beautiful female, as they are pretty much equally bangable past the 6+ stage for me (unless that crazed subjective 'one-it-is' thing happens). When a tall, perfectly formed male steps into the room I am just in awe. Iam so clearly inferior to him and none of my achievements could ever compensate. I done all this shit, I'm a professional artist, I've come so far and done so much but it means shit-allat the end of the day.

"In a society where males compete with each other to be chosen as he-men by females, one of the best things a mother can do for her genes is to make a son who will turn out in his turn to be an attractive he-man If she can ensure that her son is one of the fortunate few males who wins most of the copulations in the society when he grows up, she will have an enormous number of grandchildren. The result of this is that one of the most desirable qualities a male can have in the eyes of a female is, quite simply, sexual attractiveness itself"

Anyway, I'd get homeoblock or an equivalent if I were you. Eat your ghee and mk7 or whatever as well. There's no way you're getting your hands on legit HGH unless your parents are millionaires or smthng. (how did you afford your surgeries btw? How much did they cost and where did you get them done? BSSO+Genio+Lefort 1 is next for me too!) Get on Test asap (l'm starting my first cycle in a few weeks myself) keep puching those zygos to maximise Wolfe's law. I increased my inter-pupillary distance by 3-4 mm from age 18-20 by myo-functional palate training (or perhaps a lucky puberty? Though I didn't grow elsewhere during this time)

apologies for poor English, etc.

Regards,

Orb

[Crociatonero2]

Illuminato non lo sei, lo sono in pochi, e tutti credono di esserlo mentre invece non lo è nessuno.

Molto meglio essere contento e poi ciò che ci va appresso amen, felicità Uber alles

[Annibal]

Come cazzo si fa a non amare Brutton
Comunque vorrei essere mille volte il porco contento invece son nato socratico de sta minchia
Tu condividi con me una idea di base su evoluzione e reincarnazione quindi con te posso parlare : dopo anni e tante esperienze (tra cui ipnosi regressiva, immersione karmica etc) ho una idea abbastanza chiara del perché sono qui , prigioniero di questo corpo ,: sono debiti di vite precedenti e riallineamento karmico in vista di futuro splendente dopo la liberazione dei pesi detta in spiccioli e alla cazzo di cane
Secondo vte mi soddisfa, mi calma saperlo ? No porco dio no
Perché ci doveva, ci deve essere in altro modo di evolvere dove non c è solo sofferenza
Così il mio Sé mi sta portando nel verso opposto cioè rinnegazione e maledizione
Non che cambi molto (tanto il senso è espiazione) ma dato che so di non sapere bestemmio il Divino e , mi sbronzo e gli rutto in faccia

[Gaudente]

Soffri molto e vorresti regredire al porco contento.

il porco e' contento perche' c'ha i soldi , Brutton. Per diventarlo non devi regredire , bensi' fare un upgrade.

[Lo_Spettro]

Io introdurrei una quarta categoria, quella del porco scontento, in cui rientrano tutti porci che non appartengono la prima categoria. Credo che le due categorie comprendano la quasi totalità del genere umano... probabilmente uno su diecimila rientra nella categoria Socrate scontento e solo uno su un milione rientra in quella dell'Illuminato, che pure esiste.

[Stato d’Eccezione]

[johnny-red]

il porco contento sarebbe uno tipo Homer Simpson praticamente

[Bannatodallafiga]

E il porco d'Epicuro che fine ha fatto? Ahahaha!

[L'Eremita]

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