Words

What is love? A feeling, yes you read right, no lyrics to disco masterpiece, a feeling, that has a hormonal base and is embedded in us by biology to make sure that we actually procreate in a smart way. Well, guess who can fuck up given all of this, the author of this blog post that's who. In this little snippet of a post, I will talk about what I have learned from the battlefield, that is love. 1. The desire to save someone, just to run from your own problems is not love.              Yep, sometimes in a relationship you feel that need to go the extra mile even though your partner does not show you any ounce of accepting what you are giving them but merely tolerates you giving them affection. Why do we do stupid stuff like that? Multiple reasons, like maybe we don't feel lovable, or we feel that we haven't given others what they needed in past relationships, and now we compensate. For me, the reason was running away from insecurities and a sense of shame about

Here we go again, with another shitpost that pretends to be intelligent by using big words but having little to nothing to say. Yep, last time we tackled a simple concept, you now beginner difficulty boss in a video game tier of concepts time, we brutally oversimplified it and somehow reached a conclusion that makes life eternal, you know, typical cult stuff minus the obligatory expensive book and an expansive set of techniques that can cleanse your soul. Today we raise the stakes up and enter the realm of matter, matter as in everything that is and has a shape, position, function, direction, so yeah the generalized word for all that is not abstract, palpable, potentially transformable into hentai because of rule 34. Matter, is what makes you matter in this world, it's your mass, it's your looks, it's your way to success and failure, and also it is you. Why did I choose this topic right after time? Well because it is kinda the missing piece to that  article , because how

I often hear people talking about time, well not about time, rather about its properties, and it is always a factor to be blamed for something, it is either insufficient, too tardy, too fast, too much, or too little, it is bad when it passed, it is bad when it passes right in front of us, and it is bad when it will pass on. This is a strange thing, in essence, time might as well not be here, to us our experience is not a passage of minutes or hours, as much as we like to describe what happens to us in temporal terms we live in narrative patterns, we have stories about what we where what we are and we have stories about what we will be, and these stories are loosely based on objective reality but only to the extent of our understanding of it, in rest we have one true guide emotion, this is how we experience life as subjects of experience rather than time. Now, this might delve into the whole matter of construing reality versus living reality, and I do not think that all that we live