Most guys under twenty-one can barely count to ten unless they take their shoes off to count their toes, and then they have to strip down just to get a handle on that one extra limb they’re carrying around thinking it gives them some kind of edge over women...
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So what, you've got twenty toes? 😕 I'll give you credit for that one extra head, though...🥳
Disperadun said:If I had my way, I’d cut out all red meat entirely and just live on seafood... because if we are actually talking about what constitutes healthy eating, fish is the healthiest thing you can get, and honestly, it beats any vegetarian diet out there
I mean, maybe it was true back in the day, but with all the pollution in our oceans and everything those fish end up absorbing from the runoff, I really don't know anymore... I used to love eating fish, but lately, the thought of it just doesn't sit right with me. 😢
Maria Nguyen4 unknown said:But honestly, when you really look at the facts, it’s pretty obvious that for them, the distance from the brain to the mouth is just... significantly shorter...
Or at least that’s how it seems to me, mostly because my brain moves at a thousand miles an hour and somehow my speech manages to keep pace with the chaos... if you can even call it that... 😁
Rebecca Cox2 said:Is there actually anything that could ever force you to radically shift your entire worldview?
I think most people really need those heavy-hitting, lived experiences to trigger a total overhaul of how they see the world... whether it’s facing a major health crisis, some sort of traumatic life event, or just that sudden, jarring moment where everything finally clicks in your brain... without those kinds of massive external pressures, it's pretty rare to see someone actually pivot their core beliefs. But then again, I suppose it can also come down to how open a person is to growth and their genuine desire to make life a little easier on themselves... For me, personally, I grew up in this incredibly strict household where freedom was basically non-existent and rules were everywhere... but when I met my husband and got to know his family, I was honestly floored by how relaxed and easygoing they all were compared to what I knew... seeing how much more "mentally light" they lived made me realize I wanted that too, so over the years, I’ve gradually shed a lot of my old perspectives and adopted the things that just seemed healthier and better for my well-being. It’s a shame, really, because my parents haven't changed one bit and the gap between our ways of thinking feels huge sometimes... but the silver lining is that it doesn't eat away at me anymore, because I've eventually realized that everyone is the architect of their own happiness, and ultimately, it's entirely up to the individual if they want to evolve or stay stuck in their ways...
Arrogant Americans, just as they always do, completely blew it. And now we’re stuck dealing with all this endless debate over irregular trials and sentencing, talking about inhumane proceedings and how Saddam Hussein somehow maintains his dignity, turning him into some kind of martyr or hero... It would have been so much cleaner if they had just ended it right there in the bunker, honestly, saving us from this entire farce and everything twisted that's sprouting from it in the aftermath.
I’m an atheist. Which, to me, means being unaligned: I just can't wrap my head around Christian, Muslim, Sivash, or any other concept of God, because none of those frameworks actually hold up under any kind of real intellectual scrutiny. Atheism is always about something specific: it's the denial of certain actual, concrete deities... I can't really claim to be an atheist regarding some random deity "X" that I haven't even heard of before.
I don't belong to some organized group of atheists or subscribe to some "atheistic ideology"—that's just another form of "faith" to me. I refuse to let anyone shove me into a collective box... so honestly, any question directed at "atheists" as a plural group just feels totally pointless to me.
It also makes zero sense to claim that being an atheist means you're "unaligned." That’s just a fancy way of describing godlessness—denying the existence of God. And that applies to any God, even that hypothetical "X" you know nothing about. Let's not pretend we're being profound by playing word games with the definition... we all know what people mean when they talk about God. And the second you label yourself an atheist, you've joined that community of like-minded people, no matter how hard you fight against the idea of belonging to any group...😁
The way I see it, this whole question only really makes sense if you're looking at life through a purely material lens... but there's this primordial existence—something most people haven't even begun to wrap their heads around—that doesn't actually have a beginning or an end. It's just one continuous flow, constantly shifting its shape as it goes...
What am I supposed to do? Where do I go from here?
Please, help me out.
Look, if you're looking to dive into psychology, my honest advice is just to go find a professional... honestly, that’s pretty much what everyone on these forums ends up saying anyway... 😁
Look, you really ought to be starting threads like this somewhere else instead of cluttering up the psychology board... maybe over at the IRS forums or some random poultry enthusiast group...
What, were they all pro boxers, powerlifters, or Olympic sprinters or something? 😛
Just kidding.😘 Honestly, I was moving like a blur myself... 😁 It took me forever just to catch up with my own shadow... That’s just pure talent, I guess... 🤣
Gulpa said:. Back when I was younger, I used to be an incredibly fast sprinter—no training, nothing at all... just naturally, I was easily the fastest guy I ever knew 🙂 And I actually went head-to-head against professional athletes 😉
People always love to push that whole formula where they claim greatness is just 30% raw talent and 70% sheer grind... but if you ask me, I can't bring myself to agree with that math, mostly because it completely ignores the most critical ingredient, which is pure, unadulterated willpower. See, when someone actually possesses a natural knack for something and pairs it with that internal drive, they can hammer away at practice until they basically reach "perfection"... but if that spark of will isn't there to begin with, the practice never even happens, and all that potential talent just sits there, rotting and unused. On the flip side, if you don't have that innate gift but you've got an iron will, you can put in the work and achieve some seriously impressive results... though, let's be honest, you're probably never going to hit that absolute peak of perfection. In my book, achieving truly flawless results requires the holy trinity: talent, the will to pursue it, and endless hours of repetition... it’s never just one or the other, it’s everything combined.
Louise Hay's "You Can Heal Your Life" is honestly the one book that just... it completely shifted my entire perspective on everything, you know? It totally opened my eyes to how much my mindset actually dictates my reality, and looking back, it really was the foundation for every single good thing that’s happened in my life since I first picked it up. It's basically my Bible... I can't recommend it enough. 👍
Most people spend their entire lives hunting for some grand "meaning" to existence, yet they haven't even bothered to figure out what an actual purpose should look like in the first place... which is exactly why they come up empty-handed. They never find it. And then, inevitably, they end up feeling cheated by life itself, spiraling into this deep melancholy or turning bitter, becoming these heavy, difficult souls who act like victims or just straight-up cynics to everyone around them. You could argue that meaning doesn't even exist unless we take the initiative to build it ourselves from scratch... and honestly, you don't need to be aiming for these massive, unreachable milestones to make it work. It always has to start within, with those tiny things that actually bring us a sense of satisfaction, moving through small but steady steps toward whatever it is we recognize as our own personal reason for being. 🙂
Bradley Cooper said:Nobody, and I mean absolutely nobody, ever stops to tell you, "Hey, listen, nothing in this life is guaranteed. Just soak in what you have right now. This exact second. In this specific sunset. In this warmth on your skin. In this breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers. In the way the sand feels under your feet. In the softness of the hand you're holding. Or in the endless depth of the eyes of the girl walking beside you." No one ever tells you that...
But even if someone did say that to you, would you actually believe them?
Or wouldn't you find yourself waiting for something more substantial, something heavier, something that actually carries weight?
Aren't we just stubborn, headstrong creatures who usually have to go out and get bruised by life ourselves just to finally understand the lessons we were looking for in the first place...
When it comes to Cleveland, man, that town is just packed with incredible food that makes your mouth water... I find myself heading there all the time, whether it's for those carnival donuts, some classic cream pies, or a quick coffee, and lately, I've been craving blood sausage with sauerkraut, and don't even get me started on a smooth Bermet—that perfect little aperitif before a heavy meal, or maybe a glass of Port that just makes your eyes sparkle while your soul smiles. 😍 Anyway, my grandmother is actually from around there, so Samuel feels like a second home to me. Once winter hits and the snow starts falling and New Year's approaches, all the houses near the downtown area get decked out in these gorgeous twinkling lights, and at night, the whole town looks like something straight out of a fairy tale. You really have to see it for yourselves, especially if you've only ever visited once. 👍
And when it comes to love and hunger... well, yeah. Back in our college days, my partner and I were basically perpetually broke, so we’d end up crashing at his married brother's place. They'd roll out a massive bowl of potatoes, some peelers, and a few beers, and that was it. We never had another evening quite like that—just simple, happy times spent with rounds of salty fries, some good tunes, and nothing but laughter. Nowadays, people rarely invite each other over or go visiting because they feel like they have to put on this huge, expensive production, making socializing feel like such a chore. But honestly, all you need is, say, some roasted chestnuts, a bottle of wine, and some good intentions, and everyone walks away happy. There isn't much hunger anymore, but then again, there isn't much love either, and real love doesn't actually ask for anything fancy... it just wants an open heart and the ability to enjoy the little things. 🙂
I suppose someone would have to manage that specific shock—the kind that jolts you right out of your comfort zone... though, honestly, my childhood felt less like a comfort zone and more like a permanent state of absolute security.
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And let's be real, everyone else steps in to handle things, one way or another, while kids just soak everything up and play through life... but if that period of being shielded lasts too long, it becomes a trap, because once you're conditioned to a very specific garden, any sudden shock can feel devastatingly real. I mean, what happens when you suddenly realize the plants in your parents' garden don't actually suit you, and they're starting to look more like weeds, especially when you've discovered there’s a whole different, much more enticing variety out there? Will you actually find the guts to dig up that old, familiar garden within yourself and plant something entirely new? I suspect most people just can't bring themselves to do it, so their new growth ends up struggling to survive in that old, learned, weed-choked soil they refuse to clear out...