Dreams

[gendanken]

Well, not meaning to stigmatize myself here at sciforums but I often will attempt to act upon my curiosities and one of them was to try meth—I mean, I heard awful things about it but was mostly impressed by its apparent aphrodisiacal qualities. (It's kinda true.) Anyway, believe it or not, I was that alligator you spoke of—three nights and days without food or sleep (well, to be honest, I did have interludes of prowling about). But, I remember realizing that hours passed by with me just lying there messaging my back on the mattress. Was I bored? No. I was content.

Good GOD man, meth will fuck all your teeth up.
What's wrong with you?

Meth is also what you snort off a rolled up unemployment check.

on topic:
"Was I bored? No. I was content."

Thereby completely oblivious to that harried, anxious, frenzied, fucking annoying distress over what you ought to be doing.

Like preening the feather's on that career or cleaning that bathroom or calling that boy who's buckled your voicemail with his whining.

I think this is sui generis the mark of human tragedy: our ability for boredom.

 

[gendanken]

So, I gather, contentment supersedes Ought.

Actually, if we're talking about that alligator, 'contentment' implies an opiate I doubt the dumb thing experiences.

Its more the type of coma that woman behind you at the Wal Mart crawling with children encounters.

But to answer, its more like the "Ought" trails "contentment" like shadow, forever in pursuit of a goal it cannibalizes in reaching.

 

[Ripley]

Actually, if we're talking about that alligator, 'contentment' implies an opiate I doubt the dumb thing experiences.

Ha ha.

But to answer, its more like the "Ought" trails "contentment" like shadow, forever in pursuit of a goal it cannibalizes as it reaches.

But the Ought is very much a social meme, influenced by our sense of responsibilities towards our place in society, towards ourselves, others, no? I mean, when I'm "normal"—adhering to a schedule, necessary duties, etc—I wouldn't have allowed myself to understand the contentment of just lying there because I would have become bored within five minutes of doing it—you know, "one ought not waste one's time lying about doing nothing".

 

[gendanken]

Riply:

But the Ought is very much a social meme, influenced by our sense of responsibilities towards our place in society, towards ourselves, others, no?

Well, memes have this hilarious motherfucker and have the grace to be funny.

That 'sense of responsibility' is the bullshit parents spike the Gerber with.
Keeps you farting around in quiet discontent, yearning, pining, loathing without ever once tasting contentment.

Eyes are crossing....

 

[Ripley]

Good GOD man, meth will fuck all your teeth up.
What's wrong with you?

No, you must brush your teeth constantly. Preferably with salt. Gargle. But it doesn't need to be smoked. It's very effective plugged.

Meth is also what you snort off a rolled up unemployment check.

I can only imagine. The stuff is incredibly seductive.

on topic:
"Was I bored? No. I was content."

Thereby completely oblivious to that harried, anxious, frenzied, fucking annoying distress over what you ought to be doing.

Yeah, I suppose. But not oblivious—seeing past it.

Like preening the feather's on that career or cleaning that bathroom or calling that boy who's buckled your voicemail with his whining.

Well, yeah, there's that too. But couldn't that be put in perspective?

I think this is sui generis the mark of human tragedy: our ability for boredom.

But that's the riddle I don't understand about my experience with Tina, knowing full well that my system was getting an overdose of dopamine—was it that simple not to be bored?

 

[chimpkin]

Ha ha.

But the Ought is very much a social meme, influenced by our sense of responsibilities towards our place in society, towards ourselves, others, no? I mean, when I'm "normal"—adhering to a schedule, necessary duties, etc—I wouldn't have allowed myself to understand the contentment of just lying there because I would have become bored within five minutes of doing it—you know, "one ought not waste one's time lying about doing nothing".

If you've never looked over ADHD symptoms...meh, you might want to look the wiki up for kicks and giggles. Not saying anything, just a thought, if you actually become more relaxed and focused on amphetamines...

As far as duties, obligations, even success, money, power...you die. You rot. People forget who you are. It's highly unlikely you will be remembered 100 years from now.

That does not mean, of course, don't try to make the world better, don't strive to do your best. Just don't get outrageously overwrought about it. You're still gonna die, you're almost certainly going to be forgotten.

 

[Ripley]

If you've never looked over ADHD symptoms...meh, you might want to look the wiki up for kicks and giggles. Not saying anything, just a thought, if you actually become more relaxed and focused on amphetamines...

Thanks for caring, but taking a world cruise only happens once in a blue moon. I mean, the trip goes on and on and on, and the jet lag is something awful. Its novelty wore off rather quickly.

As far as duties, obligations, even success, money, power...you die. You rot. People forget who you are. It's highly unlikely you will be remembered 100 years from now.

That does not mean, of course, don't try to make the world better, don't strive to do your best. Just don't get outrageously overwrought about it. You're still gonna die, you're almost certainly going to be forgotten.

I ought to remember that, right?

But frankly, I was just babbling when I wrote that without giving myself time to clearly ruminate over the matter that Gendanken was speaking of—she has a way of pressing people into action, but we love her nonetheless.

 

[chimpkin]

One ought to do what makes you happy and self-content, I suppose...although that would be bad advice to give to an axe-murderer, wouldn't it?

 

[Ripley]

An axe-murderer? Moi??

Oh. You mean Her?

 

[wynn]

I think this is sui generis the mark of human tragedy: our ability for boredom.

And you'd rather be an alligator?

Besides, classically, tragedies can only happen to royals, not to the run-of-the-mill people.

Boredom, therefore, is the ability to conceptualize Ought.

But to answer, its more like the "Ought" trails "contentment" like shadow, forever in pursuit of a goal it cannibalizes in reaching.

It is natural for humans to desire to act and to act.
It is also impossible not to act, we always act, however subtle an action may be (ie. carried out on a mental level only).

In Western culture, we seem to have this idea that contentment is about doing nothing, just lying there or otherwise being passive.
There is also a social permissiveness for hating work; to say you "hate your job" has, for a long time, been considered socially acceptable.

So we end up with beliefs such as:

If you were left to yourself, you would sit on the sofa, watch tv and eat chips all day.
You won't act unless you force and beat yourself into action.
By nature, you are bad.
If you don't force yourself, you won't get anything done.
The only way to get anything done is by forcing yourself.
If you didn't force yourself, you didn't get anything done.

Which are not true, and extremely conducive to boredom.


The much-hated Ought that we usually feel is the secondary, imposed Ought.
We have a natural Ought that is not problematic; but it is artificially overwritten with the socially-imposed Ought, leading us to suffer from the overjustification effect. Thus we hate what we actually liked.

 

[chimpkin]

An axe-murderer? Moi??

Oh. You mean Her?

Naah, I don't think any axe-murderers or really profoundly evil people come here...
( They're probably getting steamed up at videos of people dying violently, that can keep you busy, I gather... )
I think that doing what makes you happy ought to be tempered with the morality that you not harm others in the process, and not everyone agrees.

My ex boyfriend is probably happily scamming someone else. He's very happy being a petty con man and casual thief. He loves it, he loves himself, he just hates everyone else and has no trouble lying to them to get what he wants.
I only fully realized this after I broke up with him...I just refused for 8 months to see that to him, "I love you!" was just another way of manipulating me out of $$$.
He was just a petty little evil though, as such types go.

Similarly, an axe murderer is happy chopping up people. So if that's someone's idea of a good time, then it might not be good to advise them to go have lots of fun, KWIM?

 

[Ripley]

Gosh, this poor thread has hit the fan. From dreams to boredom and contentment, and now the moral rights of an axe murderer.

Odd, I never really thought of including them into one's fond wishes for mankind, especially now with the Christmas Season upon us. Do axe murderers have the right to be happy? You know what? It's none of my business. There.

 

[gendanken]

Signal:

And you'd rather be an alligator?

No, I'd rather be a plover eating the dead baby bits from its teeth.

It is also impossible not to act, we always act, however subtle an action may be (ie. carried out on a mental level only).

Tell me about it.

Do you know that to this day a certain Marquis we all know and love cannot stop emailing me?
Of course, he'll feign the token disinterest, the posturing and mumbling, all those calculated references to, ahem, 'boredom', but we all know he's no different than a Maltese in heat.

We've got all types of euphemisms to inflate basic instincts, but its always those little degenerates whose teeth you were born to kick in that are truly contemptible.

Besides, classically, tragedies can only happen to royals, not to the run-of-the-mill people.

Interesting....

Those beautiful, royal tragedies like King Edward II getting a hot rod up his asshole or like the one where the French Princess Lambelle gets her vulva cut out and stuck on a pole so the lovely French rebels could hold it up to Antoinette's window and make her kiss it.

*sighing fondly*

We have a natural Ought that is not problematic; but it is artificially overwritten with the socially-imposed Ought, leading us to suffer from the overjustification effect. Thus we hate what we actually liked.

Much too simple.

The implications are a disdain for order-- imagine a world where one is allowed only the pursuit of contentment.
You'd have no engine in your car and no way to calculate the curve of an asteroid.

Take writing-- I love that shit, as men term, 'in my balls', but without the rigorous discipline from without which demands meter, plot, consistency, tense agreement, in short all the elements that make for clear writing then I've got nothing but the slop written by Sciforums.

Mwah....cheap shot.

I've had to get a transmission rebuilt recently; I am in complete awe of the minds that organized themselves-- over years-- around the goal of building something so fucking complicated.

Transmissions, shall we say, RULE.

Ripley:

Gosh, this poor thread has hit the fan. From dreams to boredom and contentment, and now the moral rights of an axe murderer.

Consider it fever from that ailment we harried men suffer, Oughtism.

We, who in the blush of right now, already crave that fresher dew of the future.
Autism is what commoners easily dismantled with medicine; we merry ones endure the more stubborn steel of Ought.

Oughtism.

Oh. You mean Her?

Shhh....don't egg herhimit on.

Sheheit's already professed shehimit finds me, what's the word, 'disturbing' and therefore simply refuses to tell me what gender shehimit is.
It's maddening.

Shehimit now has an ex-boyfriend? Insanities.....(really, its killing me)

Do axe murderers have the right to be happy?

So inundated in their symbology you don't even realize how freely you engage in its language.

You say 'right' as though wondering if a murderer has a pulse.

One ought to do what makes you happy and self-content, I suppose...although that would be bad advice to give to an axe-murderer, wouldn't it?

Only if by 'advice' you mean sticking a fork in his eyeball.

I hear "evil" people don't like that.

 

[Ripley]

Shehimit now has an ex-boyfriend? Insanities.....(really, its killing me)

Yeah—I noticed that too… and "Chimpkin" could be a girls's pet name for her beau, or a boy's pet name for a neighborhood chipmunk. Hard to tell.

 

[gendanken]

I swear on your grandmother Sciforums gets weirder every time I come back.

 

[invert_nexus]

Tell me about it.

Do you know that to this day a certain Marquis we all know and love cannot stop emailing me?
Of course, he'll feign the token disinterest, the posturing and mumbling, all those calculated references to, ahem, 'boredom', but we all know he's no different than a Maltese in heat.

We've got all types of euphemisms to inflate basic instincts, but its always those little degenerates whose teeth you were born to kick in that are truly contemtible



t.

Lol

 

[wynn]

Much too simple.

Duh. Eat this:

Karen Horney: Intrapsychic Strategies of Defense

Horney's Three Neurotic 'Solutions' to Alleviate Anxiety

with their

Tyrannical Shoulds


The self-effacing person believes that, in order to gain affection and approval, he should be good, loving and self-effacing.

He should, in order to meet the expectations and satisfy the wishes of others, be unselfish, self-sacrificing, considerate, appreciative, grateful, and generous.

He should have a "partner" who will take care of him.

He should be undemanding and contented with little, and restrict his ambitions and wishes for material things.

He should remain inconspicuous and take second place.

He should be self-depreciating and modest.

He should save rather than spend.


The detached person believes that he should be totally self-sufficient and independent.

He should never need anybody, yield to any influence, or be tied down to anything.

He should always maintain distance and separateness from others.

He should avoid needing others, ties to others, closeness to others, and love.

He should always strive for perfection, and reflect upon and correct all possible flaws.


The expansive person believes that he should be able to master everything in his life. (Cooper, pg. 115).

He should be able "to overcome every obstacle -- in or outside himself . . . He should be able to master the adversities of fate, the difficulties of a situation, the intricacies of intellectual problems, the resistances of other people, conflicts in himself" (Horney, 1950, pg. 192).


Horney's model is quite old, but feasibly verbose for our purposes here.

 

[The Marquis]

A man who has separated himself from the leash that is humanity, and divorces himself from its dictates and concerns, becomes a free man.

The problem with this, of course, is that once he has done so, or is even in the process of doing so, he becomes lonely.
An eagle that cannot fly, forever condemned by both men and eagles, for being neither.

One of the "gifts" of language, when considering only human interaction, is that it has given peacocks the ability to claim they are eagles.

There are no eagles here.
Only men, and peacocks.

 

[wynn]

.
An eagle that cannot fly, forever condemned by both men and eagles, for being neither.



There are no eagles here.
Only men, and peacocks.

Well, then there is no reason for this man who has separated himself from humanity to have any fears here!

 

[chimpkin]

Gosh, this poor thread has hit the fan. From dreams to boredom and contentment, and now the moral rights of an axe murderer.

Odd, I never really thought of including them into one's fond wishes for mankind, especially now with the Christmas Season upon us. Do axe murderers have the right to be happy? You know what? It's none of my business. There.

Well, as I thought I said, I think someone's right to pursue happiness ends when it involves mistreating another person...
Umm...
...Against their wishes.

The Marquis:
There are no eagles here.
Only men, and peacocks.

Forgot another bird genus to be found here...

When I am feeling sane, though, I tend to be more than a bit of a

On good days my life is poultry in motion...
Hey, sorry for fowling the thread up...