Jeffrey Ramos4 said:Let's say—and we can never know for sure—that death is a finality. For now, at least. In the future, maybe things will be different, but that’s a whole other conversation... If death is truly the end, then it represents a total severance of the life path for anyone who views their existence through a lens of negativity, constant suffering, or pure misery.
Objectivity is possible, sure. But let's be real—it isn't always achievable, especially when you consider how much things shift from one moment to the next... even when you're facing the exact same situation twice. But if we’re actually aiming to build some kind of collective society, then we have to start by acknowledging and weighing how other people perceive our own... I guess I'll start... This was one of the first steps... What does that mean? To love... Is that right?
...or maybe just some string lights from a hardware store if all else fails... 😂
I cleaned up your post a little bit. Hope you aren't mad. It's actually pretty good.
Looks like you totally missed the point of this movie.
Here’s my take from FilmPress;
stormytinker40 said:American Honey
I didn't even know who Andrea Arnold was until I looked her up. This movie is incredible. Honestly, the title itself feels like a little jab at a commercial masterpiece like American Beauty. It’s just raw—shot with perfect cinematography using mostly amateur actors. It's honest, romantic, messy, simple, and brilliant. It makes all the right mistakes. It's imaginative, intriguing, smart, debatable, and destructive. Basically? It's just life.
Hey. 😢 I can't tell if I'm just completely wiped out—since I've only clocked about four hours of sleep in the last 30 or so—or if I'm actually coming down with something. I’ve started coughing, my sinuses are running a bit, and my muscles have this weird twitchy feeling. I picked up some Vitamin C at the drugstore, though personally, I think the whole "boost your immunity" thing with Vitamin C is mostly nonsense. My head is aching too. I took some DayQuil at work, but now I'm feeling a little disoriented. My room is warm, yet I keep getting hit with these random chills that are stressing me out. Anyone got any advice or a game plan? 😢Dammit.
Yeah, there are people like that—they pay the price and then try to play house. I get what you mean, though. I really do.
The only thing I can't wrap my head around is this: if she was already on that FaceTime call before me, why the hell didn't she say congrats? What’s the deal? 1. Did she just totally blank on me? (Unbelievable, seriously.) 2. Is she playing some waiting game, waiting for me to congratulate her first so she can act all... "oh, wow, thanks"? 3. Or does she just not give a damn about me?
coastalwolf87 is actually a pretty cool cat on this forum.
Hey coastalwolf87! Welcome to the party. Make yourself at home. Kick off your shoes, grab some snacks. You looking for some action? Here's a few options for you.
Grace Sanders24, man, I don't know. What am I supposed to do, find some hooker and pay her? Is that what you want? You actually think you’d fall for her!? 🤦
Listen to this crap. I woke up a little while ago, checked my phone, and saw all these greetings popping up—except for nothing from this idiot I've been texting. It was driving me insane, so I hopped on WhatsApp and hid my "last seen" status just to check, and sure enough, this dummy was online ten minutes ago and didn't even wish me a Merry Christmas. I mean, seriously, what an absolute jerk. Unbelievable. Am I really the one who has to go first? Seriously? REALLY? Goddammit. Fine. She’s getting a greeting from me at 11:58 PM, and only because I don't want to feel like a total loser.
I hate WhatsApp. I hate texting. And I hate these kinds of brainless people. And get this: she was the one who reached out to me first. She started it. Now, somehow, I'm the one doing all the heavy lifting.
Haha 🤣 What on earth did your mom do to you? 🤣 Why would anyone feel forced into marriage, seriously!?
It’s not just about sex, for crying out loud. You either love someone or you don't. Personally, I don't see myself getting married, no matter how I look at it—even though I think marriage itself is a solid, positive thing. It makes sense.
I honestly don't get you. Are you scared? Or are you just clueless when it comes to women? In what way?
Oh, wait. I’m currently texting this girl, and honestly? I’m terrible at it. It’s just not clicking. Either she’s totally over it, or I’m just reading too much into things, or maybe I'm just imagining the whole thing. Who knows.
What about you? How's the dating scene treating you?
Most of my family are basically Catholic atheists. We used to eat cod, but honestly, it was just out of politeness. My old man hasn't touched fish in years.
It’s linear. No turning back. Just heading straight for the finish line. Dammit.
If things were different, would it actually be any better?
Vrutak is alright, I guess. But calling it "legendary craft"? Give me a break. They’re pumping out over 3,000 bottles a day now. Honestly, the beer just isn't what it used to be.
The draft stuff is terrible. And don't even get me started on the stout—it hits me so hard I end up puking most of the time.
I'm constantly wired. If a hangover counts as a rush, then sure, I'm living life on the edge, because I can't stay upright all day. Fish hit the spot today, though. Actually, fish always hits the spot for me.
Man. I seriously can't believe this year is already over.
Symphony is hands down the lowest-quality garbage ever sold. You take a sip and suddenly everyone starts giving you these weird looks for no reason. Idiots.
Dragon isn't even craft anymore, and honestly, neither was that San Francisco stuff, so now they just mass-produce it.
Personally, I think a beer-and-cognac combo is the perfect way to unwind.
Are you shopping at Vrutak?
Holy crap. I am wired. This is officially the craziest Christmas Eve ever!
Listen, you picky little brat. Give it a rest. Ribar has shaped generations upon generations of people. If it weren't for Ribar, half the people walking our streets today would be nothing but lowlifes and thugs.
Did you drink the 'symphony'? Hell no. I downed three liters of $5.00. It felt like a damn orchestra was playing just for me.
