here’s the thing: everyone complains about late capitalism and how alienated and isolated we all are. everyone acknowledges this, and reassures each other of this, alone.
you need to get out of yourself, and your head, and your small bubble of one, and you need to go see old friends, or former friends, or people in your social circle who are just meh, or your annoying roommates, or your co-workers, or your former co-workers, or your lame family members, or your lame and bigoted family members, or strangers at a bar, or whomever, and party. meeting people is praxis, strengthening relationships is praxis, making yourself seen and vulnerable to another is praxis. please, guys, go out.
this, here, now, is a facsimile, mediated through a thousand screens. go kiss, go get kissed, go reject a kiss, go be denied a kiss. go out.
this is trotskyite deviationism, I’m busy building socialism in one bedroom
Socialism in one bedroom? What an overreach. You have to build socialism in one brain, first.
Are we just pretending not to notice that this is a copypasta, is that the joke?
Honestly doesn’t make it not true
Hilarious how many people saw that as a personal attack.
This was one of the funniest struggle sessions
No way deep state, I’m not leaving my bunker to get zapped by the pronoun police drones.
in a semi-ironic/post-ironic/non-ironic way, capital does not want leftists touching grass or kissing. breaking down the walls that capitalism builds around and between us is anticapitalist.
or in the words of street sects, a band i like but that also scares me:
“There’s always at least one piece of shit who wants nothing more than to see you fail; Death is a release from all their resentment, but life is a wire around their throat”
Be the wire around capital’s throat
You live in Alsace. You need to give your lord the grain.
You’ve literally Never. Washed. Your. Penis.
You need to eat a body
You need to suck off
Go hang out and socialize
Go hang out behind a glory hole
Why aren’t you here then
Are you hosting a blowie joey party?
It’s always a blowie party everywhere I go. Only way I can temporarily fill the gaping hole in my soul and chest
Call me a Hollow the way I Bleach my sorrows with swallows
If only you didn’t harbor anti-Japanese sentiment and watched anime. You would’ve appreciated the pearly clean bars I just dropped on you
Twice now
I still remember Pearl Harbor and nothing you wokesters do will ever make me drop it
Blowie joey, but it’s Biden blowing up children in west Asia.
If anyone wants a gentle forehead kiss I will be free later hmu
Unlimited gentle forehead kisses for my comrades.
Sorry, my neurosis has convinced me that I am a burden on everyone around me and that I actively make their day worse when we see each other. I’m not going to ruin someone else’s evening by forcing them to deal with me.
If you acknowledge that it’s caused by a neurosis, then obviously you can’t just shrug it off and probably shouldn’t meet with old friends right this second, but it seems like that means the answer is still “working towards being able to talk to people” by whatever means are appropriate to your situation (therapy, medication, making friends online, etc.)
here’s the praxis: everyone complains about late praxis and how praxised and isopraxised we all are. everyone ackpraxisdges this, and reapraxisses each other of this, in solo praxis.
lost my steam, christmas hangover, you know how it is. you’ll get no more of this shitty bit from me
It’s been a year already?
Time flies
It’s been 3 years
:old:
Around this time last year I had a small mental breakdown and I am fairly sure the OG post of this was a contributing factor to that.
Anyway got diagnosed with Social Anxiety 6 months afterwards, what a coimcidines
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yeah same, although in my case it’s avoidant personality disorder
get out there and do some gay shit
I hate empty pablum like this so much.
Also, how 'bout you normie freaks on this site start following your own advice and come o’er and kiss me then? Oh, weird, don’t want to come over and touch my grass huh. Interesting.
It was meant as full hearted pablum, comrade.