Posts by Kevin Gomez10

Never. 🙂

He really is quite something, given how incredibly mushy and Sentimentalny he can be.

Is it possible to shorten my username to Krafnica? Most people here tend to address me by that name anyway.
There appears to be a Krafnica account from about thirteen years ago with only 18 posts, which doesn't really strike me as an active member of the community.

Well, I suppose that wouldn't be permitted, unfortunately. There are quite a few posts still live on various threads, so one can't simply claim a username like that.

Yes, it looks like it was published about an hour ago.

And so he’s gone, Lemmy.

Megan Wood12 said:I’ve never seen the point in talking about myself. Honestly, I don't have the urge. I also can't stand listening to people drone on about themselves either. The only exception is when it's my inner circle—just two people I actually feel comfortable with. With them, I don't mind opening up.
I really dislike it when people feel the need to recount their entire life story or give me a play-by-play of everything they did that day. It just doesn't interest me.
The same goes for larger social gatherings. Everyone tries to outdo one another, fighting for airtime, but I see zero value in trying to shout over everyone else. People think I'm weird for staying quiet, but whatever. 😁
I have this friend who loves dissecting every tiny detail of her dating life with me. Me? I don't think I've ever shared anything about my romantic life with anyone in my life. xD I just don't get why anyone would want to know those kinds of intimate details.

Conversing with individuals like that can be a truly agonizing experience. I have occasionally found myself on the receiving end of intense life stories, tragedies, and deep personal confessions from women I had only just met. It creates such an awkward dynamic because I find myself without anything meaningful to contribute, nor am I particularly interested in the subject matter, but these people tend to become so immersed in their own narratives that it almost feels irrelevant whether you have a comment or not; they simply refuse to stop talking.

Quincy:

I have this friend who seems to feel a constant need to dissect her romantic life in painstaking detail and then recount every single bit to me. It is quite a contrast, I suppose, because I don't think I have ever truly shared anything regarding my own love life with anyone, if that is even possible. I am never quite sure why someone would feel the need to broadcast such things, particularly when they involve matters of such an intimate nature.

There are those specific coffee shops where the entire afternoon is dedicated to the meticulous dissection of romantic lives—we pore over old text messages, re-examine conversations with exes, and debate the nuances of current flings. But I suppose even that level of scrutiny feels somewhat incomplete. It seems we also feel compelled to analyze the complicated romantic entanglements of acquaintances, those friends you only truly know through their storytelling, or perhaps people you encounter just once and never see again. 🙏
I suppose my greatest pleasure lies in dissecting and analyzing my own preferences and tastes, even when they stand in such diametric opposition to those of others; though, I must add, I have never once hinted at them through my comments or stories in a way that would give anyone reason to take offense.

Quincy:

I suppose there isn't much to say regarding zoki89, though I imagine they might have some thoughts on the matter if they felt inclined to share them. Kevin Gomez10 says: I suppose the most effective way to confront one's fears is to realize that there is really nowhere to run. They aren't some external force or an obstacle in the outside world that you can simply outpace; rather, they seem to reside entirely within oneself.

I suppose one might wonder what kind of underlying anxieties or deep-seated issues drive individuals to constantly broadcast every minute detail of their lives, offering up such continuous confessions to anyone who will listen. Perhaps it stems from a profound fear of rejection or social isolation, though I suspect there might be something else at play—maybe a persistent, almost restless need for external validation and constant attention from those around them.
I suppose one might wonder, then, exactly what the basis for that would be. Perhaps it might be considered somewhat more conventional. I suppose one might consider this to be our own version. It seems we are once again dealing with a certain level of stunted closed-mindedness, I suppose.?

Andrew Price3 said:How exactly does information cause harm? Explain it to me. Where does it hit? Is there a specific body part, or am I going to start bleeding internally? Where? I’m looking all over myself for a spot where information is causing physical pain or injury, but I can't find anything.

Andrew Price3 said:The soul? The soul hurts? How can you even be sure it’s the soul? An eternal, immortal soul... how could it feel pain?

Or maybe... maybe it's just some decaying illusion. A belief, or an idea about how things ought to be—or shouldn't be. Maybe it’s just the parts of you that aren't actually *you*... perhaps you're just slowly shedding everything that isn't your truth. Or... or...

.. and listen to this; once everything is finally cleared away—and it will be—the pain will stop.

You might want to move this discussion over to the philosophy or religion subforums.

Andrew Price3 said:

It just doesn't work for me. It never has. I often get this feeling that I'm being intrusive, and that deep down, my conversational partners are actually hurt by my stories about myself. And many times, that’s turned out to be true.

That’s exactly my point. It comes down to your own self-perception. If you feel like you're being intrusive, then you *are* being intrusive—because that’s how you perceive yourself. It isn't about them.
It's you, not them, who feels wounded by your own narratives. But that's actually a good thing; you have the chance to fix it because you're aware. You can observe and learn.

That is the core of your issue: the difficulty of truly focusing on yourself. Speak and act—do everything—for your own sake. That's it. There's the wisdom.

I think it's because someone might expose a weakness of mine.

That makes people more exposed, and automatically more vulnerable.

Vulnerable? What's the harm in opening up? What on earth are we talking about here? Nonsense.

So now it sounds like we don't talk about ourselves because we don't love ourselves. In reality, it's precisely because I love myself that I don't want to talk about myself. Certain things will only be known by the chosen few who deserve to know. Everyone else is irrelevant. I couldn't care less about their opinions.

Let's try to frame it more accurately: let's swap "talking about oneself" with "expressing oneself."

"Because I love myself, I don't want to talk about myself," or "Because I love myself, I don't want to express myself"... it doesn't really hold water.

Yes, it does seem quite nonsensical. I mean, I suppose the argument is that people might become more vulnerable if they share themselves with others, providing certain individuals with enough information during moments of weakness to potentially cause harm or injury, among other things.
But, in my estimation, that doesn't really seem to harm anyone or anything at all. 🤦

Kevin Gomez10:

I suppose I should probably mention that Iochannes` hasn't really said much lately. Kevin Gomez10 says: I suspect there is a deep-seated conviction buried within your subconscious that suggests talking about oneself is both selfish and entirely unnecessary. Consequently, you likely harbor a certain aversion toward anyone who indulges in self-centered chatter—and perhaps, if I am being honest, you feel that same distaste directed toward yourself as well. I suppose one might wonder why discussing oneself is viewed through such a negative lens. It seems to me that self-disclosure only becomes problematic when it descends into excess; after all, any quality taken to an extreme—be it passion or even being overly quiet—tends to become a flaw. But I can't help but feel that sharing one's experiences could actually be quite beneficial. Perhaps your story might offer someone else a fresh perspective, facilitate deeper connections, or simply serve as a way to grow socially. It feels like a missed opportunity if we don't allow ourselves that kind of openness. Yes, there’s also the matter of selfishness; I suppose one might ask if loving oneself is truly a sin. Honestly, let me put it this way: To work and live exactly how you see fit—well, I suppose that is simply your inherent right. I suppose the extent to which you permit certain things is ultimately determined by how much value you decide to assign to yourself, though I guess that is a rather subjective measure to begin with. Do you actually associate those terms—"murky" or "retarded"—with your own character? I suppose if you could somehow reconcile that self-perception first, everything else might just fall into place naturally. It would follow quite logically, I imagine; once you address that, the rest of your issues would simply resolve themselves... specifically regarding you.

Considering the points raised about Boldano and those various transgressions, I suppose the entire post strikes me as somewhat contradictory.

What kind of errors or selfishness are we even discussing? It isn't really about that at all. Or perhaps... yes, I suppose we are indeed selfish sinners, insofar as we refuse to let others witness just how wonderful we truly are, thereby depriving them of that particular pleasure. 😬

Kevin Gomez10:

I suppose one might call this a bit of a nuisance, though I can't be entirely certain if that's the most accurate descriptor for such a persistent little irritation. Kevin Gomez10 says: Kraft sisters. 🙂 I don't suppose there is anything inherently wrong with talking about oneself, though I have always found the concept somewhat difficult to grasp. It simply hasn't come naturally to me, and I suspect it never truly will. I often find myself burdened by this nagging feeling that I might be intruding, as if my attempts at self-disclosure might somehow be tedious or even painful for the person on the receiving end of my stories. 😁 It has been proven time and again that this is simply the reality of the situation. I suppose there is little point in wasting any more energy on the matter. Despite having a personality like that, I have plenty of friends and I wouldn't say I'm an antisocial person, but if the idea is to act just to secure some sort of personal gain, heaven forbid. 😁 I suppose it might be because someone hasn't seen fit to point out a potential vulnerability to me. 🤔

And in that way, I suppose people find themselves more exposed, and consequently, perhaps a bit more vulnerable as well.

Kevin Gomez10: I suppose one might consider whether there is any real substance to the claims being made here, though I suspect that much of it remains purely speculative at this stage. It seems possible, perhaps, that we are looking at a situation where the initial impressions don't quite align with the eventual outcome, which I guess is often the case in these types of discussions.

electricfox2 said:After one casual afternoon hanging out with a group of people I barely knew, they decided to "confide" in me that the rest of the circle had labeled me—and I quote—a stuck-up, arrogant bitch who looks down on everyone. This happened a few years back, but I suspect I haven't strayed too far from that reputation lately 😳

The truth is, I am perhaps one of the most socially anxious and timid people you could meet, especially when facing strangers. In fact, I’m often so terrified of coming across as boring, uninteresting, or heaven forbid, annoying, that my desperate attempts to seem likable probably end up intimidating people instead 😁

Perhaps I should just include that in my bio ☕

Well, those were just strangers, I suppose. Though recently, a friend mentioned that I come across as cold and detached, claiming—and I quote—that I simply have no heart. 😳

If that’s the benchmark for being slow on the uptake, then I suppose I should just accept my status as a chronic misfit. It isn't that I feel any particular urge to broadcast my thoughts, my ideas, or even my emotions... I just don't. I find it rather exhausting when people constantly thrust their banal little problems and trivialities onto me, especially since I make it a point never to do the same to them. They can be quite intrusive, I guess. I suppose if the other person just rambles on without expecting me to jump in or fix their mess, I can tolerate it to some degree. I don't see much point in engaging when most people in my life seem to hold views that are diametrically opposed to mine, and we rarely share any common ground. There are times when you realize that even with a perfectly reasonable debate and logical arguments, you won't get anywhere because the other side either lacks the capacity to understand or simply refuses to, clinging to their position like a stubborn child.

The internet is a different beast entirely. Out here, nobody knows who I am, which makes it significantly easier to find people who actually share my interests and perspectives—people you can actually have a conversation with and exchange ideas. It almost feels as though strangers online understand me better than the people who are supposedly close to me. Ultimately, the web offers the blissful option of just blocking people you don't want to deal with, whereas in real life, those individuals are often impossible to avoid. I end up having to pretend I'm enjoying their company, sitting there like a passive observer, listening to nonsense that doesn't interest me while feeling absolutely no desire to contribute anything constructive to the discussion.

Beyond that, I've never felt the need to call someone up or grab a coffee just to vent about whatever might be bothering me. But then again, it doesn't really bother me if I go days without saying a single word or interacting with anyone at all.

Christian Cook85 said:4chan 😂

Nothing beats /b/! ☕

Robert Thomas21 said:😍
Thanks for the heads-up, I was just about to download all of them myself.🙂

don't mention it. 😉

Paul Gonzalez6 said:Spirited Away, My Neighbor Totoro?

it seems they don't have them. there was a Miyazaki film cycle earlier this year, and it apparently only included the ones currently showing.

It looks like PBS is airing a Miyazaki marathon as part of their Japanese Autumn programming:

Sept 22, 3:35 PM - Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind

Sept 23, 4:00 PM - Kika the witch's Delivery service

Sept 24, 4:00 PM - Howl's Moving Castle

Sept 25, 4:00 PM - Ponyo

Sept 26, 4:00 PM - Princess Mononoke

But you're already godparents, so I suppose there isn't much reason to be double-minded about it.

wiredscout17 said:it isn't really about the title of being a godparent, but rather the essence of friendship.. being a godparent is somewhat fleeting, whereas friendship is what truly endures......

Errrmmm... I would argue it is actually quite the opposite. You can always find a new friend, but you can't just replace a godparent.