You don't hear about people "sleepwalking" anymore, it seems like a common phenomenon in most of human history that simply vanished.

Earnestness has become one of my highest virtues. It is easy to mock and hide beneath a veneer of irony, it is much harder to wear your truest beliefs on your sleeve and subject them to the weight of the world. Only in doing so can you strengthen your beliefs such that they even deserve to exist.

If you are constantly hiding behind a lack of conviction, with a sneer sometimes and a laugh other times, your underlying beliefs (if they ever even form) have no foundation upon which to stand in times of trial. Only by being truthful and present and brave do you get to have the opportunity to create anything worth maintaining.

It is easier to act your way into new ways of thinking than it is to think your way into new ways of acting.

Actual love and pair bonding is probably out of reach for me in my early 30s, so instead of dwelling on it being too late I will continue being a substance abuser and die of uppers-related heart failure by age 37.

My most sadistic fantasy is to make love to a woman while caressing her and whispering to her how dearly I love her, so as to deprive her of the pleasure of being used.

I love not grooming my hair or beard for a few months and letting the hobo look develop, reminds me of when I was homeless and fucking a different girl every week.

People try to physically kill you when you tell them that you have a 19 year old girlfriend.

Am I in love? --- Yes, since I'm waiting. The other never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn't wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game: whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover's fatal identity is precisely: I am the one who waits.

Being jealous is normal but being controlling I can even understand but being possessive well that I can still understand.

A nazi gave my great grandpa a cigar once, he lit it and it exploded in his face. He was angered and chased the nazi so fast that they both ran off of a cliff and continued running straight ahead as if to defy gravity. When the nazi noticed there was no hard soil beneath them he stopped and pointed down into the void to alert my great grandpa. My great grandpa jumped in shock, desperately grabbing at air before finally pulling a picket sign from his back that read the word "Yikes!" and plummeted to his doom, leaving a hole in the ground in the shape of his body.

The best answer was given by Tolkien. Yes, he said, fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisoned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape? The moneylenders, the know-nothings, the authoritarians have us all in prison; if we value the freedom of the mind and soul, if we're partisans of liberty, then it's our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can.

There is no soul more oppressed than the male beautiful mid.

Live earnestly so that you never have to clear your search history or use incognito mode. Give your significant other your phone password. Stop being sneaky. It is a constant background distraction. It is making you less sharp. It fills your days with little schemes and shame. A good conscience welcomes the crowd, but a bad conscience, even in solitude, is disturbed and troubled.

The only way to live as a primarily negative schizotype is to cultivate an extraordinary will, because one's machinery is lacking the requisite firmware for automatic operation. It makes you kind of an anti-schizoid. Schizoids perform to conceal a self; negative schizotypes perform to construct one. The construction goes all the way down, which makes performance and authenticity the same operation.

While automatic operation gives warmth and motivation and care for nothing, the willful constructor pays metabolic rent on every smile and every act of follow-through. An alternative is to stop trying to manufacture what isn't there --- to inhabit the flatness instead of willing yourself past it. But the cost is being alone. People interact with what has been constructed, offering them flatness instead is offering them nothing, and no one wants nothing.