My IQ and the struggles that come with it
in Health ·
..so I was reading this thing yesterday that said our country isn't even a Geoid, it’s actually more like a Krumpiroid..🙂 hehehe
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My IQ and the struggles that come with it
in Health ·
..and honestly, there's no deep wisdom here. We're all just regular folks. Even you over at Mensa—actually, most of us are way more primitive and, let's be real, a bit pathetic. No offense intended, but seriously, everyone... including me! 🙂 But man, give me a break!!! What can you even say? I just read briskeagle38's comment and realized I have absolutely no clue when spring actually starts in the Southern Hemisphere. It took me forever to wrap my head around the fact that the country isn't just some flat disc, but an actual Geoid, slightly squashed at the poles. That's just me... aaaaah
My IQ and the struggles that come with it
in Health ·
..when you actually take a second to look at people, their behavior, and how things play out, it turns out that IQ score isn't nearly the big deal everyone makes it out to be... people get so worked up about it! But now, there's this other thing—and honestly, it's a totally different ballgame, one that usually ends on a pretty sad note......
My IQ and the struggles that come with it
in Health ·
..forget all that IQ stuff and Ice Cube vibes. You’ve got a heart and real feelings. Let the intellect go ahead and build its bridges, dams, software, or algorithms, or whatever else it does.. You’ve got guts! Why don't you have the folks from Mensa come over and give you a test on humanity and tolerance instead?
Look, I’ve got nothing against people from Mensa, or any other high-brow clique. But if you aren't happy with who you are—well, that's a whole different ballgame. Whether or not you've pushed your natural talents to the absolute limit is a conversation for another day.
In my life, I’ve rubbed elbows with "super-intellects"—but I never found a real Covjek who actually enjoys things without an ulterior motive. Someone who knows how to listen, someone who doesn't force their "Truth" down your throat at any cost, someone humble enough to just be themselves without fishing for attention... someone willing to sit there and take it when they're wrong. A quality Covjek... man, I'm starting to ramble and repeat myself here. It's just that this talk about raw intellect really hits me. I used to think I was the dumb one compared to them, but now? All I know is that I'm more human. Though, honestly, even I'm not quite sure what "human" means anymore...
😕
Look, I’ve got nothing against people from Mensa, or any other high-brow clique. But if you aren't happy with who you are—well, that's a whole different ballgame. Whether or not you've pushed your natural talents to the absolute limit is a conversation for another day.
In my life, I’ve rubbed elbows with "super-intellects"—but I never found a real Covjek who actually enjoys things without an ulterior motive. Someone who knows how to listen, someone who doesn't force their "Truth" down your throat at any cost, someone humble enough to just be themselves without fishing for attention... someone willing to sit there and take it when they're wrong. A quality Covjek... man, I'm starting to ramble and repeat myself here. It's just that this talk about raw intellect really hits me. I used to think I was the dumb one compared to them, but now? All I know is that I'm more human. Though, honestly, even I'm not quite sure what "human" means anymore...
😕
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
..I've drifted into some seriously depressing territory lately. Honestly, I haven't even been shaving... I might just let everything grow wild, nose hairs and all! 🙂
Metallica
Can't Remember anything
Can't Tell if this is True or dream
Deep down Inside i Feel to Scream
this Terrible Silence Stops me
Now that The War is Through with me
I'm Waking up
i Can not see that There is not Much Left of me
Nothing is real but Pain
hold my Breath as i Wish for Death
oh please god , Wake me
Back in The Womb its Much Too real
in Pumps Life
that i must Feel but Can't look Forward to Reveal
look to The time When I'll Live
Fed Through The tuba that Sticks in me
Just like a Wartime Novelty Tied
to Machines that make me be
cut this Life OFF fra me
hold my Breath as i Wish for Death
oh please god, Wake me
The World is goniti
oh god , Help me hold my Breath as i Wish for Death oh please god
Help me
darkness
Imprisoning me
All that i see
Absolute horror
i Cannot Live
i Cannot die
Trapped in Myself
Body my holding Cell
Landmine
Has Taken my sight
Taken my Speech
Taken my Hearing
Taken my Arms
Taken my Legs
Metallica
Can't Remember anything
Can't Tell if this is True or dream
Deep down Inside i Feel to Scream
this Terrible Silence Stops me
Now that The War is Through with me
I'm Waking up
i Can not see that There is not Much Left of me
Nothing is real but Pain
hold my Breath as i Wish for Death
oh please god , Wake me
Back in The Womb its Much Too real
in Pumps Life
that i must Feel but Can't look Forward to Reveal
look to The time When I'll Live
Fed Through The tuba that Sticks in me
Just like a Wartime Novelty Tied
to Machines that make me be
cut this Life OFF fra me
hold my Breath as i Wish for Death
oh please god, Wake me
The World is goniti
oh god , Help me hold my Breath as i Wish for Death oh please god
Help me
darkness
Imprisoning me
All that i see
Absolute horror
i Cannot Live
i Cannot die
Trapped in Myself
Body my holding Cell
Landmine
Has Taken my sight
Taken my Speech
Taken my Hearing
Taken my Arms
Taken my Legs
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
It was just a slip of the tongue, whatever you want to call it...
Today, I tumbled headfirst into this old, dusty movie of insecurity, confusion, and Fear. I’m getting really hung up on that New Testament—the one I didn't even pick up until I fell ill. Most of it is about family and parents, and Christ... whew.
I have this feeling that maybe not everything is literal, but man, I also feel like there is a hell of a lot of truth buried in all of it. It’s weighing on me, the elders and the girls alike. I was looking at the Last Temptation of Christ, maybe from some Greek author like Mycetakis or something...🙂 directed by someone like Scorsese, and I’m just struggling with this Jesus figure, specifically that New Testament stuff. And look, I don't want anyone else interpreting it for me. I don't trust anybody, and honestly, I’m too scared to even trust myself... huhuhuhuuhuhu... I probably am a bigger coward than I ever want to admit. Every time the sun is shining and people are laughing, I just feel terrible. My perception is totally off today. I could try to fix it by just digging into Greek mythology, but where does that even lead? These heightened states of consciousness are just too painful to handle, so I pop an anti-anxiety med, and then I just end up feeling unsatisfied anyway. If Jesus actually existed, I'm positive he didn't suffer quite like I am... or fear things even remotely close to this.
All this trouble has driven me to...
The silver lining in all of this is that within these three years of dealing with these disorders, I actually had my own moments. For the first time, I felt truly happy—functioning just the way I was meant to. The bad part is, I can't even remember what made me function like that... and now I feel so far away from it, yet somehow so close.
For instance, today I felt exactly how I felt three years ago, just functioning like that... I honestly don't have the words to describe how pathetic I felt, being fully aware of the way I was operating... ugh.
I'm definitely going to read that Book, thanks for the tip. For now, I'll just quote it and keep going until I finally collapse. I won't allow myself a single moment of giving in... not until I get used to automatically pulling myself out of anything... until I am completely aware of everything in any given moment... let it all go to hell.
Today, I tumbled headfirst into this old, dusty movie of insecurity, confusion, and Fear. I’m getting really hung up on that New Testament—the one I didn't even pick up until I fell ill. Most of it is about family and parents, and Christ... whew.
I have this feeling that maybe not everything is literal, but man, I also feel like there is a hell of a lot of truth buried in all of it. It’s weighing on me, the elders and the girls alike. I was looking at the Last Temptation of Christ, maybe from some Greek author like Mycetakis or something...🙂 directed by someone like Scorsese, and I’m just struggling with this Jesus figure, specifically that New Testament stuff. And look, I don't want anyone else interpreting it for me. I don't trust anybody, and honestly, I’m too scared to even trust myself... huhuhuhuuhuhu... I probably am a bigger coward than I ever want to admit. Every time the sun is shining and people are laughing, I just feel terrible. My perception is totally off today. I could try to fix it by just digging into Greek mythology, but where does that even lead? These heightened states of consciousness are just too painful to handle, so I pop an anti-anxiety med, and then I just end up feeling unsatisfied anyway. If Jesus actually existed, I'm positive he didn't suffer quite like I am... or fear things even remotely close to this.
All this trouble has driven me to...
The silver lining in all of this is that within these three years of dealing with these disorders, I actually had my own moments. For the first time, I felt truly happy—functioning just the way I was meant to. The bad part is, I can't even remember what made me function like that... and now I feel so far away from it, yet somehow so close.
For instance, today I felt exactly how I felt three years ago, just functioning like that... I honestly don't have the words to describe how pathetic I felt, being fully aware of the way I was operating... ugh.
I'm definitely going to read that Book, thanks for the tip. For now, I'll just quote it and keep going until I finally collapse. I won't allow myself a single moment of giving in... not until I get used to automatically pulling myself out of anything... until I am completely aware of everything in any given moment... let it all go to hell.
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
..I haven't been reading much lately; just haven't had the time. Plus, sometimes I’m actually scared to open the
. But hey, I'm fighting through it!
The second I slow down, everything just goes to hell... huh.
That's basically how I pitched it to Kenny... a wrong turn... a detour... a path paved with Fear...
They call it resistance. Honestly, I'm writing this post on my very last bit of energy...
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Is he? No..eminem
As soon as I take a breather, those old curses catch up to me... Dan Balasevic
It looks so easy, but man, it's a brutal climb... Stulic
Sorry no 123 for the Secretary of Defense!!!!! Seriously!
. But hey, I'm fighting through it!
The second I slow down, everything just goes to hell... huh.
That's basically how I pitched it to Kenny... a wrong turn... a detour... a path paved with Fear...
They call it resistance. Honestly, I'm writing this post on my very last bit of energy...
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Is he? No..eminem
As soon as I take a breather, those old curses catch up to me... Dan Balasevic
It looks so easy, but man, it's a brutal climb... Stulic
Sorry no 123 for the Secretary of Defense!!!!! Seriously!
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
..Man, I read something about Mad Orlando the other day, and it totally triggered a memory of Story number 1 from Alan Ford.. hahahah.. I was honestly naive enough to think William Shakespeare wrote it, but nope, it was Ludovico Ariosto.. I actually meant to copy something else (honestly, I can't even remember what it was now)... anyway, whatever, I stumbled upon that part about 'love driven by a fractured mind'.......
My buddy is doing okay now—healthy, though he's gotten a bit of a hypochondriac lately, which is starting to get on my nerves... He doesn't even think about LSD anymore. Now he just sticks to Lexapro and Kras Express.. hehehehe. He's just tasted Fear... He's going back to finish college, showing more respect to his parents, 'he's mellowed out a bit too and stopped acting like a drama queen since he's become more tolerant toward people... but he's still miles away from the truth..., 'everything' got shaken up for him, especially his whole self-image and his views on people, marijuana, and Jimi Hendrix.. hehehehe.. blah blah blah
I read post NO 123 about that phase of being lovestruck... My take is that if someone has to be at the top of the military food chain, it has to be you. That part where you wrote that not a single soldier died really stuck with me.. and I'm just glad you're doing well now......
Pay attention to the beat... Salvation is in the rhythm
And once you find your groove and stay dry in the rain
Take every step with that same passion
And you'll walk right over the ocean on that pilgrimage
If you stay cool... Totally cool
Everything has its place... Both fire and ice
In a single drop they meet... Both misery and honey
Everything has its place... Virtue and sin
Sadness exists just to call forth laughter
Everything has its place... When it freezes and burns
When colors change... When it withers and blooms
Everything has its place... The beginning and the end
Darkness exists just to call forth the light
amen
My buddy is doing okay now—healthy, though he's gotten a bit of a hypochondriac lately, which is starting to get on my nerves... He doesn't even think about LSD anymore. Now he just sticks to Lexapro and Kras Express.. hehehehe. He's just tasted Fear... He's going back to finish college, showing more respect to his parents, 'he's mellowed out a bit too and stopped acting like a drama queen since he's become more tolerant toward people... but he's still miles away from the truth..., 'everything' got shaken up for him, especially his whole self-image and his views on people, marijuana, and Jimi Hendrix.. hehehehe.. blah blah blah
I read post NO 123 about that phase of being lovestruck... My take is that if someone has to be at the top of the military food chain, it has to be you. That part where you wrote that not a single soldier died really stuck with me.. and I'm just glad you're doing well now......
Pay attention to the beat... Salvation is in the rhythm
And once you find your groove and stay dry in the rain
Take every step with that same passion
And you'll walk right over the ocean on that pilgrimage
If you stay cool... Totally cool
Everything has its place... Both fire and ice
In a single drop they meet... Both misery and honey
Everything has its place... Virtue and sin
Sadness exists just to call forth laughter
Everything has its place... When it freezes and burns
When colors change... When it withers and blooms
Everything has its place... The beginning and the end
Darkness exists just to call forth the light
amen
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
..his diagnosis was F16...basically an LSD overdose, or so they say..honestly, he’s been feeling a bit of Fear creeping in lately..but hey, I’m basically a pro at handling Fear, so we’ve pretty much got that under control..there's a 99% chance some "friend" slipped him a trip at a party. sneaky, right?
his faith has been wavering a little too...he drops by my place almost every day, we look out for each other, and it's working out pretty well so far
Kenny would probably drop a snarky comment about it..The blind leading the blind, right? But he'd be wrong...haha😎
👍
his faith has been wavering a little too...he drops by my place almost every day, we look out for each other, and it's working out pretty well so far
Kenny would probably drop a snarky comment about it..The blind leading the blind, right? But he'd be wrong...haha😎
👍
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
CHARACTER STUDY: Ludovico Ariosto uses a whole gallery of characters here. He makes everyone feel so vivid and colorful, but the lead, Orlando, gets completely torn apart psychologically. Orlando is this massive, legendary knight—just a powerhouse of pure strength and energy. He’s the kind of guy who bends events to his will; he’s proud, brave, incredibly wise, and basically the master of his own universe. But then comes Angelica. Orlando falls hard, but she keeps brushing him off, which absolutely wrecks his confidence. For the first time ever, he wants something he just can't have. Then, he sees the names of Angelica and Medora carved somewhere, and that's it—it breaks him and his entire psyche. His pride is totally shattered. This huge, glorious, legendary knight realizes that, in Angelica's eyes, he's worth less than some simple shepherd. From his perspective, she basically laughed in his face when he expected love in return. That one moment crushed his entire identity, which was built entirely on honor and winning. That's when Astolfo steps in and points out his mistakes (like killing innocent people). Orlando finally realizes he was wrong and that you just can't control how other people feel. Slowly, he starts getting his head straight and stops seeing everything through such a tragic lens after his spiral.
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
...I used to actually read Richard Murphy6's posts (which were total fever dreams!), before everything turned into a massive copy-paste session. After that, I got impatient and just started quoting other people's stuff instead.🙂
Astolfo flies off on his winged horse straight to the Moon, only to find Orlando's sanity trapped inside a bottle. Because of his obsessive, fanatical love, Orlando completely lost his mind, and that mind drifted all the way up to the Moon. Through this, Ludovico Ariosto is trying to show just how intense and massive Orlando's madness really is—using the Moon as a symbol for how far away he is from being a rational human being. Now that Orlando is finally free from those heavy chains of love, he can actually get back into the fight.😉
Astolfo flies off on his winged horse straight to the Moon, only to find Orlando's sanity trapped inside a bottle. Because of his obsessive, fanatical love, Orlando completely lost his mind, and that mind drifted all the way up to the Moon. Through this, Ludovico Ariosto is trying to show just how intense and massive Orlando's madness really is—using the Moon as a symbol for how far away he is from being a rational human being. Now that Orlando is finally free from those heavy chains of love, he can actually get back into the fight.😉
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
Dido, your girl... hehehe... their people behind them, our people behind us, all celebrating and fearing at the exact same time!
Lauster says ideologies are what tear people apart.
And one poet once said: 'If you lose your strength by looking too far ahead, if you no longer know which way to turn, then how can evil possibly be any worse?'😕
"Could You Be Loved"
Could you be loved and actually love in return?
Could you be loved and actually love in return?
Don't let them play you,
Or even try to lecture you! Oh, no!
We've got minds of our own,
So they can go jump in a lake if their thinking isn't right!
Love would never leave us hanging,
A-yin.
Could you be loved and actually love in return?
Could you be loved, oh wow! - and love in return?
(Life's a bumpy ride and you might trip up too,
So while you're busy pointing fingers, someone else is judging you)
Love your neighbor!
(Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be loved?)
Don't let them change you, oh! -
Or even try to reshape you! Oh, no!
We've got lives to lead.
They claim: only - only -
only the strongest of the strong will make it through -
Keep breathing! Hey!
Could you be loved and actually love in return?
Could you be loved, oh wow! - and love in return?
(You won't realize you're thirsty until the well hits bottom;
No matter how you treat him, the man will never be satisfied.)
Speak up! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be loved?)
Speak up! Speak up!
(Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)
Speak up! (Could you be - could you be loved?)
Speak up! Speak up! (Speak up!)
Speak up! Speak up! (Could you be loved?)
Speak up! Speak up! Reggae, reggae!
Speak up! Rockers, rockers!
Speak up! Reggae, reggae!
Speak up! Rockers, rockers!
Speak up! (Could you be loved?)
Speak up! Uh!
Speak up! Come on!
Speak up! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)
Speak up! (Could you be - could you be loved?)
Speak up! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)
Speak up! (Could you be - could you be loved?)
Lauster says ideologies are what tear people apart.
And one poet once said: 'If you lose your strength by looking too far ahead, if you no longer know which way to turn, then how can evil possibly be any worse?'😕
"Could You Be Loved"
Could you be loved and actually love in return?
Could you be loved and actually love in return?
Don't let them play you,
Or even try to lecture you! Oh, no!
We've got minds of our own,
So they can go jump in a lake if their thinking isn't right!
Love would never leave us hanging,
A-yin.
Could you be loved and actually love in return?
Could you be loved, oh wow! - and love in return?
(Life's a bumpy ride and you might trip up too,
So while you're busy pointing fingers, someone else is judging you)
Love your neighbor!
(Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be loved?)
Don't let them change you, oh! -
Or even try to reshape you! Oh, no!
We've got lives to lead.
They claim: only - only -
only the strongest of the strong will make it through -
Keep breathing! Hey!
Could you be loved and actually love in return?
Could you be loved, oh wow! - and love in return?
(You won't realize you're thirsty until the well hits bottom;
No matter how you treat him, the man will never be satisfied.)
Speak up! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be loved?)
Speak up! Speak up!
(Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)
Speak up! (Could you be - could you be loved?)
Speak up! Speak up! (Speak up!)
Speak up! Speak up! (Could you be loved?)
Speak up! Speak up! Reggae, reggae!
Speak up! Rockers, rockers!
Speak up! Reggae, reggae!
Speak up! Rockers, rockers!
Speak up! (Could you be loved?)
Speak up! Uh!
Speak up! Come on!
Speak up! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)
Speak up! (Could you be - could you be loved?)
Speak up! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)
Speak up! (Could you be - could you be loved?)
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
..let me tell you what's on my mind
Iron Lion Zion
I'm getting all these "expert" tips flying at me from every direction, but honestly? I just want to live life on my own terms.
Sorry no 123.. I had no clue you were going through that "sweet" phase.. Just a month ago, I actually helped a buddy of mine get admitted to a psychiatric ward. He didn't trust anyone but me. To be honest, he was showing symptoms almost identical to what we're seeing with No 22.. For 4.. let me repeat, 4 days he was out... OUT! And after 4 days... he’s stronger than ever, more confident than ever. The guy is studying at MIT, and seriously, he's one of the smartest people I've ever met—and I've met plenty of absolute morons... People like me because I'm easygoing; I don't force my truth on anyone. I used to be insecure, but him? He was overconfident. Uncompromising. He swung his opinions around like a broadsword. People avoided him because they feared him, even while they admired him. Mostly, they just stayed away or hated him. Now, he's even "worse".. His saving grace is that he has perfect logistics behind him (his parents.. who, in my opinion, are nearly perfect, super understanding, and stable).
They hit him with a mountain of pills. Ten different psychiatrists were hovering over him, and he basically just brushed them all off without a second thought...
I actually went to see a psychiatrist yesterday... decided after a long time that I just needed some support. He told me my neurotransmitters are out of whack (which makes sense, since I'm a medical biochemistry engineer). He claimed psychotherapy is useless because Sigmund Freud didn't understand biochemical processes. There's some truth to that; I'd be a fool to deny it. But I love Kenny more than myself, and since Kenny loves Freud, I really hate it when people talk trash about him.🙂
Someone mentioned that just because there's a lot of something doesn't mean it's true.
It brings me such sadness, everything I've learned about people and myself.
To handle the truth, you've got to be tough... plain and simple.
I read in the New York Times that 70% of Americans are expecting Jesus to "return".... Well, it's not time for Jesus yet. He already said His piece, and so did Stulic.. so did Freddie Mercury.. and so did Jim Morrison and Vladimir Gruden (probably the most of all, even if he wasn't aware of it back when he was writing).
To most people, Lucifer is the devil.. but he's the one bringing the light. People are just terrified of the light.. looks like I still am too.
Iron Lion Zion
The psychiatrist didn't calm me down.
And it wasn't some guru talking about Kundalini or chakras or Sathya Sai Baba either.
Fear is Fear.. at least someone dealing with Neurosis knows what it feels like.
I'm done writing about my realizations.. I don't want to confuse or scare people, and I'm tired of exhausting myself.
Maybe I'll just post some light, symbolic song lyrics later.
All my life, I've listened to people who speak with total certainty. "I know!" they'd say. But they didn't know anything.. they just thought they did.. they believed in lies.
Now, I know more than most. And I'm at peace. Now, I'm just going to keep getting stronger and stronger and stronger.
There's nothing wrong with being unsure.. if I had been totally certain of myself, I probably would have ended it all. Instead, I'm alive, and I'm glad for it... here and there.
Iron Lion Zion
I'm getting all these "expert" tips flying at me from every direction, but honestly? I just want to live life on my own terms.
Sorry no 123.. I had no clue you were going through that "sweet" phase.. Just a month ago, I actually helped a buddy of mine get admitted to a psychiatric ward. He didn't trust anyone but me. To be honest, he was showing symptoms almost identical to what we're seeing with No 22.. For 4.. let me repeat, 4 days he was out... OUT! And after 4 days... he’s stronger than ever, more confident than ever. The guy is studying at MIT, and seriously, he's one of the smartest people I've ever met—and I've met plenty of absolute morons... People like me because I'm easygoing; I don't force my truth on anyone. I used to be insecure, but him? He was overconfident. Uncompromising. He swung his opinions around like a broadsword. People avoided him because they feared him, even while they admired him. Mostly, they just stayed away or hated him. Now, he's even "worse".. His saving grace is that he has perfect logistics behind him (his parents.. who, in my opinion, are nearly perfect, super understanding, and stable).
They hit him with a mountain of pills. Ten different psychiatrists were hovering over him, and he basically just brushed them all off without a second thought...
I actually went to see a psychiatrist yesterday... decided after a long time that I just needed some support. He told me my neurotransmitters are out of whack (which makes sense, since I'm a medical biochemistry engineer). He claimed psychotherapy is useless because Sigmund Freud didn't understand biochemical processes. There's some truth to that; I'd be a fool to deny it. But I love Kenny more than myself, and since Kenny loves Freud, I really hate it when people talk trash about him.🙂
Someone mentioned that just because there's a lot of something doesn't mean it's true.
It brings me such sadness, everything I've learned about people and myself.
To handle the truth, you've got to be tough... plain and simple.
I read in the New York Times that 70% of Americans are expecting Jesus to "return".... Well, it's not time for Jesus yet. He already said His piece, and so did Stulic.. so did Freddie Mercury.. and so did Jim Morrison and Vladimir Gruden (probably the most of all, even if he wasn't aware of it back when he was writing).
To most people, Lucifer is the devil.. but he's the one bringing the light. People are just terrified of the light.. looks like I still am too.
Iron Lion Zion
The psychiatrist didn't calm me down.
And it wasn't some guru talking about Kundalini or chakras or Sathya Sai Baba either.
Fear is Fear.. at least someone dealing with Neurosis knows what it feels like.
I'm done writing about my realizations.. I don't want to confuse or scare people, and I'm tired of exhausting myself.
Maybe I'll just post some light, symbolic song lyrics later.
All my life, I've listened to people who speak with total certainty. "I know!" they'd say. But they didn't know anything.. they just thought they did.. they believed in lies.
Now, I know more than most. And I'm at peace. Now, I'm just going to keep getting stronger and stronger and stronger.
There's nothing wrong with being unsure.. if I had been totally certain of myself, I probably would have ended it all. Instead, I'm alive, and I'm glad for it... here and there.
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
It’s easy for Dan Balasevic... he’s got Oliver
Me? I’ve got Neurosis... hahahaha... And Marley is long gone, while Richard Murphy6 is just struggling through it
"Iron Lion Zion"
I am on the rock and then I check a stock
I have to run like a fugitive to save the life I live
Iron Lion Zion
Iron Lion Zion
I'm on the run but I ain't got no gun
See they want to be the star
So they fighting tribal war
And they saying Iron Lion Zion
Iron Lion Zion,
Iron Lion Zion
I'm on the rock, (running and you running)
I take a stock, (running like a fugitive)
I had to run like a fugitive just to save the life I live
Iron Lion Zion
Iron Lion Zion, Iron Lion Zion, Iron Lion Zion
Iron Lion Zion, Iron Lion Zion
Iron Lion Zion
Me? I’ve got Neurosis... hahahaha... And Marley is long gone, while Richard Murphy6 is just struggling through it
"Iron Lion Zion"
I am on the rock and then I check a stock
I have to run like a fugitive to save the life I live
Iron Lion Zion
Iron Lion Zion
I'm on the run but I ain't got no gun
See they want to be the star
So they fighting tribal war
And they saying Iron Lion Zion
Iron Lion Zion,
Iron Lion Zion
I'm on the rock, (running and you running)
I take a stock, (running like a fugitive)
I had to run like a fugitive just to save the life I live
Iron Lion Zion
Iron Lion Zion, Iron Lion Zion, Iron Lion Zion
Iron Lion Zion, Iron Lion Zion
Iron Lion Zion
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
...I'm back in my hometown
Walking these streets just like I used to, though I’m trying to learn how to actually look up at the sky. It used to terrify me, but now? It totally fascinates me.
I picked up the latest Dan Balasevic album and everything by Dream Theater (gotta go hear those "educated" guys play, right?)..
Dan Balasevic definitely leaves a bigger impression on me, though.
....Anyway, gotta hit the hay.
Walking these streets just like I used to, though I’m trying to learn how to actually look up at the sky. It used to terrify me, but now? It totally fascinates me.
I picked up the latest Dan Balasevic album and everything by Dream Theater (gotta go hear those "educated" guys play, right?)..
Dan Balasevic definitely leaves a bigger impression on me, though.
....Anyway, gotta hit the hay.
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
I don't know... a wave of melancholy just hit me, and honestly, depression is starting to take hold. My brain feels all foggy from the meds. My eyes are exhausted and stinging, too. I just can't bring myself to listen to Arsenal anymore... not even that one song, "Sve te vodilo meni."
I know I'm all on my own. I left too fast, jumped the gun, and went way too far.
I was out riding my bike earlier—you know that feeling? That deep, quiet urge to just become invisible. It was one of those fake-calm spring evenings where everything feels too perfect. Then I saw them together. I heard them laughing from across the street, and man, it hit me how pathetic I felt in that moment. I immediately looked away.
I’m just totally done. I don't want anything anymore. I can't listen, I can't quote, and I definitely can't write. It all just brings me back to what those analysts were saying about self-harm.
I just started reminiscing about some old songs! I think it was that one by Animator—you know, the one where they basically say it’d be best if I just moved to a different city? Like, "I can do this without you, it's just tough when I run into you, man..." It really hits home sometimes!
Who even came up with the whole concept of dating and marriage in the first place? It’s wild when you think about it! There’s this German psychologist who basically jumps in and points out that psychology is actually way younger than the institution of marriage itself. It really puts things into perspective, doesn't it?
I've actually got a few tricks up my sleeve to snap myself out of this funk... Honestly, I'm just exhausted from spending my entire life constantly trying to claw my way out of the same old rut!
I know how it goes, so don't worry—I'm not panicking. Honestly, I’m not even mourning what I've learned. I just know that the only way forward is to keep pushing, harder and harder. I know, I know—that sounds totally pathetic, maybe even a little self-delusional or naive. But look, I could never do something like that to her. I wouldn't do it to anyone. I’m here for other people, not for myself. I've spent my whole life living that way—not just talking the talk, but actually walking the walk.
I feel bad about being this way, honestly. But look, I don't think there's any trace of penance or self-destruction going on here... this is just who I am. It’s my nature. It’s my God.
I still have Voje!
I had a dream…
It’s all on the world—there’s just nothing more I can do.
I had a dream...
It's all my fault—I’m just trying to drive you crazy, you know?
Am I just being too much? Honestly, maybe!
Just so I could be close to You.
And I still have Voje.
To make anything better!
For us...
Well, now everyone knows!
You just don't have a heart like mine.
Just give it to him.
And you're always looking for the easy way out.
Hey, what's there even to be happy about?
What’s the point? You can't just expect to walk away with something without putting in the work! It’s like trying to win a championship ring without ever stepping onto the field—it just doesn't happen. Life isn't a handout!
That's worth absolutely nothing.
Almost nothing.
Hardly ever.
I had a dream…
Hope you roll some massive numbers! Have an awesome weekend!
I had a dream…
Look, you and I... we basically grew up together.
I've still got my Voyager!
To make anything better!
To really feel like your best self!
I wish I could be right there by your side.
For us...
Hey, Vidin's here!
You just don't have a heart like mine.
Just give it to him.
And you always pick the easy way out.
Hey, what's there to even be happy about?
What's the point of even trying if you don't fight for what you want? You can't just expect things to fall into your lap without putting in the work!
That's worth absolutely nothing.
Almost nothing.
Hardly ever.
You aren't worth Ništa.
Trust me.
I'm thinking of you...
If you’re going to be Ništa-uzmi, then you're just being Ništa-uzmi.
I'm heading out...
Because I love you!
Now, you wouldn't want to do that!
Hey, it's just me!
That's me!
I know I'm all on my own. I left too fast, jumped the gun, and went way too far.
I was out riding my bike earlier—you know that feeling? That deep, quiet urge to just become invisible. It was one of those fake-calm spring evenings where everything feels too perfect. Then I saw them together. I heard them laughing from across the street, and man, it hit me how pathetic I felt in that moment. I immediately looked away.
I’m just totally done. I don't want anything anymore. I can't listen, I can't quote, and I definitely can't write. It all just brings me back to what those analysts were saying about self-harm.
I just started reminiscing about some old songs! I think it was that one by Animator—you know, the one where they basically say it’d be best if I just moved to a different city? Like, "I can do this without you, it's just tough when I run into you, man..." It really hits home sometimes!
Who even came up with the whole concept of dating and marriage in the first place? It’s wild when you think about it! There’s this German psychologist who basically jumps in and points out that psychology is actually way younger than the institution of marriage itself. It really puts things into perspective, doesn't it?
I've actually got a few tricks up my sleeve to snap myself out of this funk... Honestly, I'm just exhausted from spending my entire life constantly trying to claw my way out of the same old rut!
I know how it goes, so don't worry—I'm not panicking. Honestly, I’m not even mourning what I've learned. I just know that the only way forward is to keep pushing, harder and harder. I know, I know—that sounds totally pathetic, maybe even a little self-delusional or naive. But look, I could never do something like that to her. I wouldn't do it to anyone. I’m here for other people, not for myself. I've spent my whole life living that way—not just talking the talk, but actually walking the walk.
I feel bad about being this way, honestly. But look, I don't think there's any trace of penance or self-destruction going on here... this is just who I am. It’s my nature. It’s my God.
I still have Voje!
I had a dream…
It’s all on the world—there’s just nothing more I can do.
I had a dream...
It's all my fault—I’m just trying to drive you crazy, you know?
Am I just being too much? Honestly, maybe!
Just so I could be close to You.
And I still have Voje.
To make anything better!
For us...
Well, now everyone knows!
You just don't have a heart like mine.
Just give it to him.
And you're always looking for the easy way out.
Hey, what's there even to be happy about?
What’s the point? You can't just expect to walk away with something without putting in the work! It’s like trying to win a championship ring without ever stepping onto the field—it just doesn't happen. Life isn't a handout!
That's worth absolutely nothing.
Almost nothing.
Hardly ever.
I had a dream…
Hope you roll some massive numbers! Have an awesome weekend!
I had a dream…
Look, you and I... we basically grew up together.
I've still got my Voyager!
To make anything better!
To really feel like your best self!
I wish I could be right there by your side.
For us...
Hey, Vidin's here!
You just don't have a heart like mine.
Just give it to him.
And you always pick the easy way out.
Hey, what's there to even be happy about?
What's the point of even trying if you don't fight for what you want? You can't just expect things to fall into your lap without putting in the work!
That's worth absolutely nothing.
Almost nothing.
Hardly ever.
You aren't worth Ništa.
Trust me.
I'm thinking of you...
If you’re going to be Ništa-uzmi, then you're just being Ništa-uzmi.
I'm heading out...
Because I love you!
Now, you wouldn't want to do that!
Hey, it's just me!
That's me!
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
I'll make it through, Kenny. Honestly, I don't know how yet, but it'll probably be easy enough.
Miro niman
Do you really think you know anything
...about people or the universe at large?
And that every single move You make
is overflowing with love and faith...
Do you honestly think I grasp
WHAT'S actually going on in my head?
Or that it's simple to carry
all these melodies and verses of this love...
I'm still dreaming of happiness.
And calling out to You.
But Miro niman.
Some voice inside me whispers
that you still believe in Us
I see that you still have strength
BUT you just don't understand me
I see there is...
Still hope...
For Us...
Dragan Lukica pupati just copied and pasted this... come on, Dragan, we were sitting right next to each other at the Idiot concert... front row, too! Even back then, I wasn't even into MariaAn.
There’s just too much junk in my subconscious... luckily though... I’ve seen non-confrontational people who didn't spiral into total psychosis when they dove deep into their own psyche. They start wondering how to move forward, and then Pupa just smirks.
😠
Miro niman
Do you really think you know anything
...about people or the universe at large?
And that every single move You make
is overflowing with love and faith...
Do you honestly think I grasp
WHAT'S actually going on in my head?
Or that it's simple to carry
all these melodies and verses of this love...
I'm still dreaming of happiness.
And calling out to You.
But Miro niman.
Some voice inside me whispers
that you still believe in Us
I see that you still have strength
BUT you just don't understand me
I see there is...
Still hope...
For Us...
Dragan Lukica pupati just copied and pasted this... come on, Dragan, we were sitting right next to each other at the Idiot concert... front row, too! Even back then, I wasn't even into MariaAn.
There’s just too much junk in my subconscious... luckily though... I’ve seen non-confrontational people who didn't spiral into total psychosis when they dove deep into their own psyche. They start wondering how to move forward, and then Pupa just smirks.
😠
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
WHEN NIGHT FALLS - Riblja Corba
Am
I’m just stuck on a dead-end track here
Am
Every train I ever waited for has already pulled out of the station
F
So I checked the morning paper today
Am
Turns out my lucky numbers didn't even come up once
The sun keeps rising and setting just like always
Everything feels totally normal
And honestly? As long as I’m not thinking about you
I feel absolutely fantastic!
Chorus
Dm C
but when night falls
B A
I’m out here screaming for help
Dm B Dm
because you aren't here anymoreeeeeeee
And every single new day
feels as dull as death itself
just because you aren't hereuuuuuu
Look, I’m no street punk or high-society snob
And I’ve got zero shame about who I am
I’ve got my own little world going on
And I’ve built a Great Wall around it to keep it safe
The sun keeps rising...
Am
I’m just stuck on a dead-end track here
Am
Every train I ever waited for has already pulled out of the station
F
So I checked the morning paper today
Am
Turns out my lucky numbers didn't even come up once
The sun keeps rising and setting just like always
Everything feels totally normal
And honestly? As long as I’m not thinking about you
I feel absolutely fantastic!
Chorus
Dm C
but when night falls
B A
I’m out here screaming for help
Dm B Dm
because you aren't here anymoreeeeeeee
And every single new day
feels as dull as death itself
just because you aren't hereuuuuuu
Look, I’m no street punk or high-society snob
And I’ve got zero shame about who I am
I’ve got my own little world going on
And I’ve built a Great Wall around it to keep it safe
The sun keeps rising...
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
Whoa!!??
So, this thing is happening with this girl—and honestly, there’s a parallel here, even if it doesn't look obvious at first glance.
It took me about 26 years to finally scrape together some kind of peace, and man, I need it more than ever. I don't have the energy for anything else. I feel myself shrinking whenever I think about it; one moment I'm fine, then I'm exhausted after just four minutes of overthinking. And then she just flies into my mind. Huh. I see her and I just die from Fear. It takes me five whole days to pull myself together again, but I’m still being pulled toward her. I think I'm starting to see the mechanism behind it... it's just another one of those pathological parts of me that I don't want to change, or maybe I just can't right now. It’s a total conflict. I try to lie to myself and hope it’s love... but I know deep down it could destroy me. It's something that should probably be stopped and treated... okay, sure, there are fragments of love in there. But the price? It's huge. Man, I've spent my whole life getting worked up over stuff like this. It’s the only thing that ever felt real to me—not talking about being selfless, just true love for a woman. With a heavy heart and a lot of doubt and unease, I have to admit: I still need "treatment."
What kind of woman... if people only knew... ugh, death to all this... I know she isn't some fatal femme fatale; she's just an ordinary person like anyone else, just a human being. But I love her pathology. I love seeing my own pathology reflected in her... or maybe I just love the undeveloped parts of myself within her. Or maybe I just love the version of myself that was strong, which isn't who I am right now.
..and by the way, I met another guy who had issues with a subway train recently. I think people just want to experience fear from the "outside"—to give it a name, to find a "culprit" for that internal chaos and inner Fear. They basically just need a canvas to project their inner terror onto. That makes sense to me. I’ve never done that because, honestly, there is no external fear in my reality bigger than the one I carry inside. Hehehehe... jumping off a skyscraper or getting hit by a bus would be a walk in the park compared to my "inner Fear."
They say a similar mechanism exists with claustrophobics and people with phobias, where they link their internal Fear to specific objects or places.
The song comes to mind... screw Fear.
Let me paste a song here... pleeeease... sorry if it's cheesy, it's just the romance talking. I've always been a bit clumsy with words. by Hus
Am I lying when I say
that happiness is found in three things:
a good woman, a guitar, and a wealthy dad
who is always busy working
so if you dream of that kind of luck
play roulette, craps, or cards
or sell everything except your lucky charm
and head out the other side of town
your days are wasted
on cheap wine, TV, and adult films
you haven't got a wife, and it'll be hard to win one
living next to an old mother like that
love is something you'd die for
but love is a hard road to travel
so just sell everything except your lucky charm
and head out the other side of town
I wish you were like the others
those bearded, tough guys
who can lift a heavy crate with ease
and offer you a smoke or a drink
with a bruise under your left eye
shouting slogans that sound so intense
being a beatnik and a true anarchist
so just head out the other side of town
Song written by Branimir Stulic
So, this thing is happening with this girl—and honestly, there’s a parallel here, even if it doesn't look obvious at first glance.
It took me about 26 years to finally scrape together some kind of peace, and man, I need it more than ever. I don't have the energy for anything else. I feel myself shrinking whenever I think about it; one moment I'm fine, then I'm exhausted after just four minutes of overthinking. And then she just flies into my mind. Huh. I see her and I just die from Fear. It takes me five whole days to pull myself together again, but I’m still being pulled toward her. I think I'm starting to see the mechanism behind it... it's just another one of those pathological parts of me that I don't want to change, or maybe I just can't right now. It’s a total conflict. I try to lie to myself and hope it’s love... but I know deep down it could destroy me. It's something that should probably be stopped and treated... okay, sure, there are fragments of love in there. But the price? It's huge. Man, I've spent my whole life getting worked up over stuff like this. It’s the only thing that ever felt real to me—not talking about being selfless, just true love for a woman. With a heavy heart and a lot of doubt and unease, I have to admit: I still need "treatment."
What kind of woman... if people only knew... ugh, death to all this... I know she isn't some fatal femme fatale; she's just an ordinary person like anyone else, just a human being. But I love her pathology. I love seeing my own pathology reflected in her... or maybe I just love the undeveloped parts of myself within her. Or maybe I just love the version of myself that was strong, which isn't who I am right now.
..and by the way, I met another guy who had issues with a subway train recently. I think people just want to experience fear from the "outside"—to give it a name, to find a "culprit" for that internal chaos and inner Fear. They basically just need a canvas to project their inner terror onto. That makes sense to me. I’ve never done that because, honestly, there is no external fear in my reality bigger than the one I carry inside. Hehehehe... jumping off a skyscraper or getting hit by a bus would be a walk in the park compared to my "inner Fear."
They say a similar mechanism exists with claustrophobics and people with phobias, where they link their internal Fear to specific objects or places.
The song comes to mind... screw Fear.
Let me paste a song here... pleeeease... sorry if it's cheesy, it's just the romance talking. I've always been a bit clumsy with words. by Hus
Am I lying when I say
that happiness is found in three things:
a good woman, a guitar, and a wealthy dad
who is always busy working
so if you dream of that kind of luck
play roulette, craps, or cards
or sell everything except your lucky charm
and head out the other side of town
your days are wasted
on cheap wine, TV, and adult films
you haven't got a wife, and it'll be hard to win one
living next to an old mother like that
love is something you'd die for
but love is a hard road to travel
so just sell everything except your lucky charm
and head out the other side of town
I wish you were like the others
those bearded, tough guys
who can lift a heavy crate with ease
and offer you a smoke or a drink
with a bruise under your left eye
shouting slogans that sound so intense
being a beatnik and a true anarchist
so just head out the other side of town
Song written by Branimir Stulic
On top of everything, there's no Fear
in Psychology ·
I don't get this whole volcano thing at all🙂
But look, Dylan Dog was driving a Volkswagen, and Jules Verne actually landed inside a volcano! It’s all just one big illusion, except for love. Am I being perfect here? And is Etna really down South? 😕
The Moon is full, and I gotta wonder—will I ever actually make it to the Moon? And if I do, will I even be able to sleep up there if the Moon Earth looks full? Is that even physically possible? 😕 And did the bark from the Moon actually bark at the Earth!!??
Will I ever truly find out, or is this all just guesswork? Like, is it just inductive reasoning or just taking a Pars Pro Toto approach?
And did gladiators really greet Caesar by saying, "We greet you while you are dying"? Was there any actual chance of survival back then? And did they seriously hand out bread instead of bones before the fights started!!!???
I honestly don't know, I have to figure this out somehow!!!! 👍 Long live everyone!!! If people actually think there's any point in fighting, or planting wheat, barley, rye, and oats just to feed horses so they can ride through the wilderness, pillaging everything and firing arrows like Amor—arrows soaked in poison produced by a toad in the Amazon, where she breathes it out through her skin, meaning her metabolism turns it into toxin, which basically makes her skin her liver... man, now I'm even more confused! So what happens to the toxins in the liver? How does she flush them out? Most of those toxins have to be totally different from the stuff these Indians (who aren't even aggressive, they just live peacefully with the tribe across the river) use for their arrows. Those arrows paralyze muscles and the CNS, making animals instantly at peace with death, seeing a tunnel, and feeling like they've reached enlightenment—like death is a reward and a release... it just goes to show that the truth is found in nature.
But look, Dylan Dog was driving a Volkswagen, and Jules Verne actually landed inside a volcano! It’s all just one big illusion, except for love. Am I being perfect here? And is Etna really down South? 😕
The Moon is full, and I gotta wonder—will I ever actually make it to the Moon? And if I do, will I even be able to sleep up there if the Moon Earth looks full? Is that even physically possible? 😕 And did the bark from the Moon actually bark at the Earth!!??
Will I ever truly find out, or is this all just guesswork? Like, is it just inductive reasoning or just taking a Pars Pro Toto approach?
And did gladiators really greet Caesar by saying, "We greet you while you are dying"? Was there any actual chance of survival back then? And did they seriously hand out bread instead of bones before the fights started!!!???
I honestly don't know, I have to figure this out somehow!!!! 👍 Long live everyone!!! If people actually think there's any point in fighting, or planting wheat, barley, rye, and oats just to feed horses so they can ride through the wilderness, pillaging everything and firing arrows like Amor—arrows soaked in poison produced by a toad in the Amazon, where she breathes it out through her skin, meaning her metabolism turns it into toxin, which basically makes her skin her liver... man, now I'm even more confused! So what happens to the toxins in the liver? How does she flush them out? Most of those toxins have to be totally different from the stuff these Indians (who aren't even aggressive, they just live peacefully with the tribe across the river) use for their arrows. Those arrows paralyze muscles and the CNS, making animals instantly at peace with death, seeing a tunnel, and feeling like they've reached enlightenment—like death is a reward and a release... it just goes to show that the truth is found in nature.