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2017-07-27 at 8:09 AM UTC
Originally posted by antinatalism you sound like the typical WrongPlanet.net faggot who obsessively jumps from a medical website to another in search of every minute symptoms that the perfect archetype of asperger's is supposed to have and then subconsciously starts mirroring them and delude himself into thinking that those behavioral patterns were his own from the get-go so that he can jerk off fantasizing about how much of an asperger he is. chances are that if tomorrow you'll read that aspergers tend to breed more than sub-saharan niggers then you'd start looking for some succubi to impregnate so that you could still label yourself as an "aspie"
No dude, there are an absurd amount of symptoms and comorbidities. I'm fully aware of how this can cause me to appear.
I'm 100% serious. This legitimately is something that seems to be specifically related to ASD. Have you really not realized that posters that have stated they're on the spectrum tend to have a distinct writing style? It's something you can notice on any sector of the internet devoted to aspies.
Why the hell would this be difficult to believe? Going further, exactly what makes you believe you're qualified to make this statement toward someone who has researched ASD, Asperger's syndrome specifically, to an immeasurably greater extent than you have?
All I'm doing is attempting to provide an insight into why this is. Do you honestly disagree that Hydro and do not have noticeably distinct writing styles that consistently tend to be of excessive length?and then subconsciously starts mirroring them and delude himself into thinking that those behavioral patterns were his own from the get-go so that he can jerk off fantasizing about how much of an asperger he is.
*facepalm* Oh for fuck's sake, you'd better be trolling. And Aldra actually thanked such an idiotic post. You honestly believe I've been attempting to behave, to make myself, more autistic? This is one of the stupidest things I've ever read.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2017-07-27 at 8:26 AM UTCWoah, possible I may be in a somewhat (hypo-)manic phase augmented or triggered by the Nardil. My brain feels supercharged.
On the one hand I feel I should make full use of it, on the other, I really want to relieve this burden of endless striving and attempting to contain the overwhelming complexity by just smoking weed, kicking back, and watching anime and stuff like that.
Anyone else ever feel like this? "I'm in the zone and should really put this to good use, but, ah fuck it." -
2017-07-27 at 8:38 AM UTCOh dear god, sploo. You honestly may be the most oblivious person I have ever met. I don't know what to say to you at this point.
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2017-07-27 at 8:41 AM UTC
Originally posted by Malice Woah, possible I may be in a somewhat (hypo-)manic phase augmented or triggered by the Nardil. My brain feels supercharged.
On the one hand I feel I should make full use of it, on the other, I really want to relieve this burden of endless striving and attempting to contain the overwhelming complexity by just smoking weed, kicking back, and watching anime and stuff like that.
Anyone else ever feel like this? "I'm in the zone and should really put this to good use, but, ah fuck it."
Oh God, yes... I know exactly what you mean here. It's a very conflicting thing, and sometimes, I just wish I were with the right people, or could just be doing something fun. I do try to make use of it to the best of my abilities. It always seems to come about at the wrong time, where I need to do shit and can't for some reason, or obligated to do other shit. The rare times I got to share that time with my dad, horse, or other animals I love, doing something not so much productive, but... making an experience, or memory. That was really worth it, and has stuck with me. -
2017-07-27 at 8:48 AM UTC
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2017-07-27 at 9:08 AM UTC
Originally posted by aldra true or not it's hilarious
Oh shit, I completely forgot. I swear that earlier today I actually had this exact thought, of the choice between literally choosing to become more autistic and retreat further into my own internal world of knowledge, to shut out the external world I despise so much and that causes me so much suffering, delve further into and fully embrace the hikikomori lifestyle and just ride out my days in peace
or to accept the immense suffering, discomfort, effort, time etc. that would be required, to decisively initiate a drastic change in the course of my life and personal development.
I literally was pondering the choice of whether to become more autistic just earlier today.
I'm autistic as hell!
Oh, and I remember what you mentioned about your own life, how sheltered and isolated your parents kept you until around 18, so you can probably relate to what I mentioned to some extent. Of course I know that choosing to remain on this course won't end well and will eventually result in my own self-destruction (Although this could be what I ultimately desire.). -
2017-07-27 at 9:18 AM UTCWhy the hell hasn't anyone who (formerly) worked in a hospital or a relevant field ever written an anonymous comedy book of the most hilarious/retarded suicide attempts they dealt with/were aware of while in their profession?
That would be fucking hilarious, I'd read the shit out of that.
This thought came to me just as I remembered a particularly cringey moment in my relatively recent past, which led me to stand up on my chair and visualize attempting suicide by flipping upwards as high as could and diving head first into the hard tile floor. -
2017-07-27 at 9:47 AM UTCRelatively recently I was made aware of a philosopher who seems to have created an alternate system leading towards the anti-natalist conclusion long before Benatar did. Also provides numerous insights and critiques: http://philosopherjuliocabrera.blogspot.com/2011/05/negative-ethics.html
Far less well known due to being born and based in South America, primarily Argentina and Brazil IIRC.
I must become the grand unifier of systems leading to the end of all existence. -
2017-07-27 at 10:24 AM UTC
Originally posted by Malice Why the hell hasn't anyone who (formerly) worked in a hospital or a relevant field ever written an anonymous comedy book of the most hilarious/retarded suicide attempts they dealt with/were aware of while in their profession?
I have a friend who worked in IT maintenance for a mental/nursing home and he used to send me screencaps from their 'incident' system
my favourite one was something to the effect of an elderly man and woman who lived together and the man had apparently suffered a heart attack; when the nurse came into the room the man was lying facedown on the floor with his eyes closed and the woman had lifted his head and opened his mouth, and was simultaneously crying and trying to force a piece of cake into his mouth -
2017-07-27 at 10:28 AM UTC
Originally posted by Malice Why the hell hasn't anyone who (formerly) worked in a hospital or a relevant field ever written an anonymous comedy book of the most hilarious/retarded suicide attempts they dealt with/were aware of while in their profession?
That would be fucking hilarious, I'd read the shit out of that.
This thought came to me just as I remembered a particularly cringey moment in my relatively recent past, which led me to stand up on my chair and visualize attempting suicide by flipping upwards as high as could and diving head first into the hard tile floor.
It's more of an ER thing, and while I suppose some ERs might see more suicide traffic than others, it's probably not a super common thing. Plus, you're dealing a lot with young kids, teens, young adults, mentally ill people, and won't find a lot of humor in most of their stories that brought them there, or the way they attempt (overdose, slitting wrists, failed hangings... use of firearms- I knew a guy who'd attempted with a .22, and well, he survived, and was fucking asshole, retard. I didn't mind the retard part, but he really was an asshole. He kept expecting that if he INSISTED on doing shit for me, like fucking arguing with me until it's like, fuck... or even going so far as to snatch shit out of my hands, in attempt to do this first perceived kindness for me, but later blatantly saying I "owe" him something for that, and meaning sex, despite me saying from the first time I'd met him that I didn't put out, engage with anyone sexually, and definitely wasn't looking for a relationship at all, and had never changed that whatsoever. He wasn't "retarded" like most peopled think of, he was able to communicate pretty well, and while not being "smart", wasn't terribly dumb either.
I'd heard from people he know for a lot longer, before he attempted suicide (went to a party, and he acted like a fucking ass toward me, and all these girls whom had dated, or knew him fairly well told me a lot) he was into running track in highschool and that was it. He fucking didn't have the time of day for girls, and didn't afford much attention toward them. He'd gotten very depressed, went through a bad loss of someone dear, and that's why he'd attempted while abusing opiates and benzos. After the attempt, he became super interested in woman, and sex. He was trying to fuck his friend's mother, like seriously. He'd just randomly came up to her one day, stuck his tongue in her mouth and grabbed her ass and tit with the other hand, and got kicked out of there to never be allowed back (I know the woman, she's a friend of mine, and she only let him back for a party in memory of her daughter who'd died in a fire, and he was close friends with her before she died), fucking he'd come on to every girl he thought he had a chance with. It was fucking clear as fuck that the inhibition, and discipline side of his brain was damaged from the gunshot, as well as what the fuck ever part fucking handles common fucking sense. He developed epilepsy from the injury to his brain. He'd ran his mother broke to be able to afford weed, but also was on anti-epileptic medications, because weed somehow "helped", but he'd still "get" seizures... da fuk? It was his excuse to smoke weed everyday, all day, and have no sense of conservation, and a good excuse to guilt his mother to buy it for him, spending a fuckton, while he did shit but chief up all day, despite this really causing a lot of financial problems for his family... I'm not saying smoking weed for him was a bad thing, but it fucking was NOT medicinal usage, especially considering he'd have no ill effects without it other that being pissed he didn't have weed, or being that he was using other medications to control the seizures, and couldn't use marijuana alone to manage them. He also refused to use edibles, and thought they were dumb... and would just smoke to get as stoned as he possibly could. VERY self centered, egotistical person, where he felt like everyone should feel sorry for him for his own damn fucking stupidity in failing to fucking kill himself. I fucking told him one time after first meeting him, and talking about it(he brought it up, not I) "yeah, well when I finally get to the point of blowing my brains out, I'm at least going to do it right so I won't have to suffer like you have. I'll use a .357 or fucking higher caliber than you chose to us..." and he kinda got bent out of shape because I didn't stroke his sympathy boner and go on about how fucking sorry I felt for him. he tried to tell me "Well, I didn't know any better about calibers and shit..." lol "well, if you're going to end you life, the least you should do is spend a little fucking time researching to see if what you're going to do will actually work without a risk of failure. I wouldn't want to put the people I love through all that shit... If I'm dead, they'll get over it, but risking being a vegetable, or a life long burden on people I love, I feel is a lot worse. I'd never use a 9mm or .22, there's too much chance it'll just fuck you up, and if you're going to do it with a gun, aim for a closed casket anyway. Make sure, when you put that bitch to your head and pull the trigger, you essentially paint the room you're in in brain matter, and skull fragments, with not much being left to what used to be your face". I was pretty suicidal at the time myself while speaking to him. I got the impression when he'd "attempted" he was crying for attention and the benzos really fucked his common sense up quite a bit. He blamed opiates for what happened, saying "If I'd never had used them, I wouldn't have got to the point of doing it", when really, it was likely the benzos, but still... He did it were there were people close by (showing I think that he was crying for attention- people who care about their loved ones, wouldn't fucking shoot themselves literally feet away in another room while everyone is home, I don't think, not the way he talked about how much he loved and cared for them and didn't want them to deal with his bullshit... You'd think you'd at least try to be alone, where if you did fuck up and didn't die immediately, you'd bleed out shortly from lack of medical attention. Hi whole persona screamed of attention whore, self serving, and he LOVED the attention and sympathy his issues, and "suicide attempted" got him... it was literally the first thing he'd tell people upon meeting them, like WTF? People like him... you just think... why? oh why... why couldn't they just been just a tad bit smarter and completed it... fucking literally a failure at everything and refused to go to college ("because... it's too hard and stressful, and I have a brain injury!") or have a job of any kind ("I already get SSI check anyway... why would I work?" despite being physically able in every way, and able to communicate, was very social and outgoing, and could understand directions, but he'd want to just argue on "why" he should or couldn't do something such as INSISTING to drive my car, which wasn't even my car... He'd had his learner's permit (22 years old, but at least I give him a pass her unlike §m£ÂgØL, he did have a brain injury as an excuse, having occurred 5 years before, it's understandable it'd take that long to straighten out his seizures and other shit), but it wasn't even my car, and explaining to him that I wasn't comfortable letting ANYONE, much less an epileptic kid, who'd botch a suicide with a gun, having brain damage drive a car I KNOW the owner wouldn't be happy knowing someone he's never met, never mind the other shit, was driving his car. Fuck, I didn't even let most people drive cars I've fucking owned, because I'm fucking paranoid and don't trust people. He fucking literally wanted to fight and yell about it, like fucking, dude? da fuk? and he fucking knew better. He was just very immature and used to getting his way, and hated then when his disability interfered as an excuse of why I WOULDN'T give him his way. Another time, a mutual friend was sick and need a ride home from the doctor's office, so we went to pick her up. I told him to give her the front seat, since she was sick, and had a big bag with her, and the backseat didn't have as much room in it. He fucking wanted to argue with me over this, and fucking the said "yeah, but she's sick... I could like... catch it from her" WTF? lol so her sneezing on your shoulders, and coughing on your back is A-OK? lol We're in the same fucking car anyway! I just wanted her to be more comfortable, and it was literally only a 5minute drive to her house, and he'd be able to sit up front again. Incredibly childish shit, which might be part of his injury, but I think it was truly from him being spoiled, pampered, and always given his way because of the sympathy and guilt his family and friends had for him attempting suicide. I fucking don't understand people who fucking live to get sympathy and use it in every act of their lives t get what they want... fuck, I wouldn't want ANYBODY to be pitying me, or sorry for me like that. I'd be wanting to HIDE the fact I was a retarded idiot who fucking failed with a gun at suicide and fucking basically fucked my brain up permenantly... Id be trying to either do it right, or move on with my life and be the best person I could be, and do as much as I could to raise myself higher, be it by having SOME kind of job, pursuit, goal, or education... but nope.. fucker just wanted to be babied forever, and felt entitled to everyone giving him his way, and driving his mother into debt so he could just sit around and get high all day, and dip out to try to get laid with every female he crossed paths with in the most creepy, weirdo ways possible. The girl I'm friends with, who also has known his for many years, says she really think he's capable of rape... and the way he's gotten and stories I've heard (from him too!) really do sound like he is capable of doing it- he;s also got into a lot of legal trouble (shoplifting, stealing, trespassing after warnings already issued, he even had a restraining order when he kept going over to this girl's house when she'd told him to stop coming over, and mailing weird letters to her too) but gotten out of it because of his "brain damage".... lobotomies are no joke but I think he was always a spoiled attention seeking brat, but this just exacerbated his personality to be even worse with no inhibitions, or boundaries, and also lacking any social couth, respect,, and common sense. I too think he was a sociopath. It was very hard for him to relate to others, but he expected everyone to related and understand his "struggles and injury" and why he constantly brought it up in almost every conversation, like he was proud of it or something, IDK.... -
2017-07-27 at 10:31 AM UTC^ this is how I plan to keep the spics out of 'merica. Build that wall... of text. ;)The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2017-07-27 at 10:56 AM UTC
Originally posted by aldra I have a friend who worked in IT maintenance for a mental/nursing home and he used to send me screencaps from their 'incident' system
my favourite one was something to the effect of an elderly man and woman who lived together and the man had apparently suffered a heart attack; when the nurse came into the room the man was lying facedown on the floor with his eyes closed and the woman had lifted his head and opened his mouth, and was simultaneously crying and trying to force a piece of cake into his mouth
At first I thought this funny, but then my mind suddenly wavered oddly and I realized that this was really fucked up and I'm no longer sure whether it's hilarious. I feel trapped in an indeterminate state.
Oh wait, at one point I did seriously consider devoting to myself to writing and distributing a guide on the most effective mass murders/spree killing techniques, sections devoted to outlining specific plans, which can relatively simple, in a manner, and far cheaper than most of the methods expected to be utilized, unique plans, recommended modifications to techniques already used in order to drastically increase their effectiveness, along with using the most effective manipulation techniques to maximize the possibility of the target audience, those with the specific characteristics that make them by far the most prone to actually engaging in acts like this one day, simply because I felt it would make the world a more interesting place, as well as being fueled by extreme misanthropy and likely suicidal resentment toward existence/the world and humanity in particular.
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2017-07-27 at 1:25 PM UTC
Originally posted by hydromorphone lol, I've been messaging PoC a lot at night when I have things that come up or feel important to express or relay to him, and a lot of times, lately at least, it's turning into a mountain of text by the time he's up for work… well, at least tonight he'll get a break from it…
I love dat nigga. He's a really wonderful man, and I am truly blessed and grateful to have him in my life as my partner, and to be loved, and cared about, by him. It feels really good to have a person I can relate with as well as I do with him, and someone who truly understands a lot about me, my problems, situations I've been in, and how things effect me- not just understands, but also intimately knows, and handles and feels the same as I have about so much. We share so much in common, and not just our problems, but also the things we like, how we love, and what we want in life. The distance is killing me though… I wish so much that it'd finally just be time, and we had a place together, and could share a lot more intimacy than we currently can now. Not just that, but also, the ability to go do fun things together, spend time, but also, just to fucking be able to lay down together in the same bed, and wake up each day with someone who completes me, and brings me such a huge amount of relief, in the feeling of being safe with him. PoC is my knight in shining armor, for real, and I never thought I'd have some I'd consider that to me quite like I do with him. I just hope one day I get to get him seeing what I see in him, and the awesome person he is, and the qualities about him that make him such a unique, and beautiful individual. I hope too that one day he's able to see that he's a handsome, attractive, and desirable man that he really is. He's a truly wonderful person, both inside and out. It's not often you find someone who's as good as he is, despite the issues he's struggling with… he's helped me tremendously, and I am so grateful for that.
Funny how shit works out, and how little chance meetings, lead to what it has. I'm really happy you called it all those years ago, Malice. You really do know best, sometimes, and I appreciate your input, advice, suggestions, and insight you've lent to me. You're an important person in my life, and have greatly influenced it for the better, and you have my sincere appreciation for that. Really glad you helped me overcome my fear and anxiety on disclosing how I truly had been feeling, and didn't let me sit, still wondering "what if?"… it's brought a great amount of hope, happiness, and love into my life, I desperately needed, and wanted so badly… You'd known, as I confided in you all those years ago, about how I always thought, and felt bad for the choice I'd made back then, and felt quite a bit responsible for how jaded he'd become to things like love and relationships. I'm so happy that has finally come to be corrected, and we are where we're at now, only wish we were closer to our goal right now.
Originally posted by hydromorphone … and why does it bother you? why do you let it be a thing that makes you express yourself toward me negatively, rather than just letting it go, living and letting live and moving on, and just not bothering to read? I truly don't care if a single person reads anything I post.
It's hard for you to accept people who're different from you, isn't it?
I accept that I am pretty bad at doing that. THis is the retarded thread after all though, and it's a good outlet, and enjoyable for me to kill time, read what others have to say, and not have to worry so much about how I compose my thoughts. Care to discuss why you let it bother you? Like, really why it bothers you, and you continue doing the same "didn't read" shit, when I know full well you won't read it, which is perfectly fine and no need to go on about expressing that? It's retarded, but unlike my retardedness, and others retardedness, it lacks creativity, meaning or substance. It has no humor, and it's just annoying for a lot of other people.. you just like being disruptive and angsty? Does it make you feel like you got "your thing"?
I'm sure you won't read this, and as before, that's okay. I accept you for who you are.
Well, if they do something good for you, then I'm happy for you, MQ.
You do realize I didn't address you, right? I was directing my post to anra, but that's okay.
I don't have a problem with you at all, either. I think for the most part you're a pretty good contributor to the forum and look forward to your threads, and posts, and like to hear your opinions on different things. You seem like a very intelligent, and multifaceted person, who's interesting, and has a lot of things to bring to the table here. I also see we are vastly different people, but that's cool, and what I do enjoy about you.
I recognize that I could compress a lot of my posts down. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I just refrain from contributing altogether. I know it's TRT. I just enjoy being able to express myself here, and communicate with a few other people regarding different shit, and telling stories sometimes. It' pretty retarded in my opinion, so… it's fitting, I think.
I understand if you don't find something I write about interesting, noteworthy, or worth your time and attention. I don't blame you for not reading it. I would suggest, if you don't like how long my posts are, or their content, then just don't read them.
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2017-07-27 at 1:29 PM UTC
Originally posted by Malice Hey, I agree with you, other than the insults. We absolutely do need to learn to organize our thoughts.
Then again, some people simply enjoy reminiscing and writing for the sake of it.
Good that you recognize that. I hope you can recognize the value in me print "didn't read" until you do.
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2017-07-27 at 2:13 PM UTCBad Is Stronger Than Good
https://carlsonschool.umn.edu/Assets/71516.pdf
Came across a magnificent extensive overview on the impact of negative emotional events, suffering, and how it is far stronger than positive life events. I was already aware of this, the concept and evidence/research supporting the view, which is fairly apparent even through mere reflection, but it's good to have a single item that is so thorough. Profound value for negative utilitarian ethics. Also value for the view that in a sense suffering is the baseline state of life, which Schopenhauer espoused. Did a search and found that Benatar listed it in the bibliography for his recent book The Human Predicament.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2017-07-27 at 2:32 PM UTCGuys... WHAT. THE. FUCK?
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2017-07-27 at 2:32 PM UTC"Longposting" LOL.
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2017-07-27 at 3:12 PM UTCHey, I just looked through my recent posts and they aren't even particularly long at all: https://niggasin.space/user/40/posts
I was about to post "Mother of god did we ever sperg the fuck out.", but it turns out this wasn't even the case for me. -
2017-07-27 at 3:48 PM UTC
Originally posted by Lanny new DOOM is a pretty fun throwback, it reminds me of quake era arena shooters, the satirical ultraviolence is fun although I'm not sure it's going to stay fresh for god knows how many more levels
It was cool for one playthrough of the campaign but that's it really. Cool concept and style but they could have done more with it, was definitely too repetitive. -
2017-07-27 at 3:53 PM UTCyall niqqa cray
