It feels like people who are way too self-conscious—honestly, they’re barely functional because of it—just can't handle it. If our consciousness actually included the subconscious, we'd be drowning in a non-stop flood of information that we really don't need to know. Take anxious people, for instance; they're just stuck in this loop of being over-aware of everything. But, if you ask me, unless you're chasing some selfish goal, there isn't some grander truth out there worth obsessing over. So why bother thinking about God? It's mostly just a way to find ways to help yourself.
How much does the development of social phobia and agoraphobia actually tie back to physical appearance—specifically, the real-time feedback you get from the people around you? I’m trying to figure out what the split would be between genetics and phenotype, or basically, how much of it is just environmental influence.
So, that "High Me" thing just dropped—basically some guy smoking weed for 30 days straight. It’s actually pretty interesting to watch if you’ve got absolutely nothing better to do with your afternoon
It’s just like any other good deed, really. If you sit on your hands when you know you could have helped—well, guilt is going to eat at you for a while. But if you actually step up? You feel like some kind of altruistic hero, and for a little bit, you get all enthusiastic and romantic about yourself—it’s a rush, and there's satisfaction there. It’s just human nature. Everything we do, deep down, we do it for ourselves, no matter how much the moralists and the puritans try to claim otherwise. I don't think I'm a bad person just because I find personal satisfaction in being helpful to others. I'm not playing the victim here, either—not to anyone or anything. I did something good because I chose to do it. To me, acting like a martyr is just a form of passive sadism.
That isn't even normal behavior; it's just a byproduct of your environment and how you were raised. Capitalism is basically wired to function exactly like that.
What really gets under my skin are these endless lectures about selfishness. Honestly—when I’m dealing with some absolutely brutal migraine—selfishness is basically my default setting. Now, just imagine someone whose suffering has pushed them right to the edge... They aren't thinking about anyone else; they're just focused on their own wound and this desperate, singular need for the pain to stop. That's just survival. It's selfishness, sure, but whatever.
Yeah, exactly. I mean, if selfishness comes from egoism, then a person wouldn't even want the pain to end, and they wouldn't take their own life because that would effectively kill their own perception of themselves as someone who is suffering.
Even trying to talk someone out of suicide... isn't there a hidden layer of selfishness in that? Like, a weird little sense of satisfaction in being the one who "saved" them, you know?
electrictiger70 said:I’d probably take them by the hand and say, "Look, you can always jump after we grab a coffee. What’s an extra hour or two of life compared to the eternity waiting for you on the other side?" 🤣 Then, during those two hours, I’d take them for coffee first, maybe convince them to swap the caffeine for five or six shots of bourbon instead, let them vent everything they’ve been hiding from themselves, from me, or from anyone else. After that, I’d bring in a therapist to sit with them for an hour and work through the heavy stuff. I guarantee they wouldn't want to do it anymore. 🤣
I'm being a bit lighthearted here, but as someone else already pointed out—people just need to be heard. They need to feel seen. It really is that simple.
Now, could you briefly explain what kind of methods or psychoanalysis therapists actually use besides just sitting there and listening?
rapidpuma43 said:I'd say they’d probably just walk right past without a second thought. Because at the end of the day, everyone decides their own fate. Everyone controls their own life. If someone wants to live, let them live. If not... then that's it.☕
but what exactly are you "deciding" in your life here?
people don't seem to grasp that this whole concept of freedom and individualism is basically an illusion—everything you do is just a mimicry of something you saw someone else do, which means you're just repeating stuff that's already happened
basically, if you let me, I could make those decisions for you—get you a job, get you married, tell you to enjoy yourself while you can, and then eventually, you'll just kick the bucket
you clearly have a will to live, though—mostly because you haven't quite realized how much of a joke life actually is
I was wondering if it’s actually worth bumping up the clock speeds on my NVIDIA GeForce 7600 GT—just by that standard 10% margin you can tweak in the control panel
Is there much risk of overheating? I mean, temps are already hitting around 80 degrees when I'm running newer games, and I don't want to fry anything. Also, is this kind of "noob" overclocking even going to make a noticeable difference in performance???
How am I supposed to keep my head when I see idiots debating over suicide—as if it’s some grand philosophical puzzle—while the rest of the world is dealing with actual, brutal, forced deaths from wars and diseases? It feels so hollow. But then again, people just exist within their own little bubbles, trapped by their surroundings—we're all just stuck in these tiny, limited circles, aren't we? How is anyone meant to stay sane when life feels like it lacks any real point at all?
Harold Howard6 said:Well, listen, the idea that what you think about my taste, my viewing habits, or my cinematic knowledge—or whatever else you were aiming at—is completely off base. In fact, it's actually quite the opposite, and even if it weren't, I fail to see how that would serve as any kind of valid argument in this discussion..
No, look—I honestly think you’re missing the point here, probably because the last hundred movies you’ve sat through were all big-budget productions that leaned heavily on tight plots and "prestige" acting.
But for me? Seeing a scene where some guy gets hit by a golf ball, passes out, and then gets buried alive while he's still conscious... that actually felt refreshing. It was a break from the constant need for everything to make sense. The movie mastered the art of being professionally nonsensical—it clearly knew what it was doing. Sure, the acting is rough (that Delilah actress was basically a total amateur in her first role), but this isn't some Oscar contender you should be dissecting for technical perfection. The film has a subliminal message, and honestly, she already gave you the whole breakdown at the start. I liked the movie. But hey, whatever—different strokes for different folks.
Harold Howard6 said:Excuse me?? Tracker 2.0 was excellent????? Come on, people, you have to be joking me!
Look, if those two—and that girl too—actually think they can act... it was absolutely dreadful! From the way they stared into the camera to that constant smirking while they spoke, and don't even get me started on the script or the dialogue! I mean, it’s supposed to be a road movie, so I guess we have to endure a few scenes of pushing a car around because, heaven forbid, it's a road movie and that’s just what happens in these things when you're traveling! It was overacted and overdone in every single sense. And please, let's not try to play the "it's a parody" card; if it were actually a parody, it would have made me laugh, and besides, a parody is supposed to be a parody *of* something! What exactly was this supposed to be mocking?
I was completely exhausted by the constant repetition; it felt like the screenwriter thought he had stumbled upon something profound and just wouldn't leave us alone, insisting on ruining everything with these incredibly detailed explanations, repeating the same point at least ten more times! And then there are those ridiculous scenes where a guy at a gas station says his name is Forbisher. You listen to them one by one, with that exaggerated acting, a close-up, a quick cut from one face to another: first—Forbisher?! second—Forbisher??! third—Forbisher???! And then the irritated viewer—Forbisher???!!! Honestly, that was the only decent moment in the whole thing.
Sure, great job—minimal budget, minimal script, whatever—but maybe instead of that, they could have invested in something else, like actual talent or effort, I don't know. The worst part is that I actually liked the premise... It reminds me of that old joke: —Have you heard about the five-year-old girl who played chess against ten Grandmasters??! —No, so what happened?? —Well, she lost to all of them..
Why go overboard? Just because something is new or unconventional doesn't mean it's inherently bad...
Personally, I always enjoy spotting fresh faces—I think the cast did a stellar job, especially the Mexican actor.
And I actually loved the idea of speeding up the camera during scene transitions instead of just cutting them out entirely like most movies do. It felt different.
The humor landed for me too, aside from a few jokes that were a bit too on the nose (like the "it's our oil, just happens to be under their desert" bit). I really dug that silly dialogue—that whole bit about leaning into bad humor with the "subliminal message."
ps. It’s not Frobisher, it’s Fritz Frobisher—meaning Furtwangler.😁