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We're all just fucking children.
its frowned upon.
We pretend we know what's going on, but we really don't. It's like some form of elaborate game, and then you end up smacking your cousin in the mouth with a metaphorical sticklebrick or something.
we dont get sticklebricks to play with. just metaphorical ones.
And I respect your decision not to directly ask DiS for advice.
CHILDREN R GAY
so you're not. Thats how they check.
'Cocksucks who have albums out which aren't available in barfs'
There seems to be very few ballbusts around these fingerfucks
Speak for yourself.
its funny how people get to about 25 then think theyre "grown up". There seems to be very few adults around these days
But there are a lot of students. And they've got things to say about everything!
but I still don't really feel like an adult, then again I don't know what thats meant to feel like
I know whats going on, but I have a childish response to it because no one ever helped to show me what you were meant to do JacobJones just keeps telling me to go and tell mummy
DO YOU REALLY? Every single thing you do, you know it's consequence and reaction?
I only know how to bawl loudly and it sometimes upsets the other children.......no ones ever given me a comforting hug and told me its all going to be alright..........apart from the goddess
we're all just fickle, arrogant and ultimately stupid as a species. But it's fun to think otherwise.
Now that time has passed :(
DO YOU NOT SEE? Playing at being adults. Not designed for a world moving too quickly for us to catch on. It's like playing catch with a two year-old. The ball keeps belting them in the noggin. And whilst this is funny, IT MUST STOP.
if it was brainlove, there'd have been a plug for keyboard choir / brainlove records / applicants somewhere.
Oooh, I'm so Camber Sands, so Sony Walkman Back Of The Bus. Seriously though, isn't being an adult merely an extended form of childhood, like a tree is an extended form of the ground? Why else would the top of the tree be green? It's just really high ground! Blah blah blah Julio Iglesias My Bloody Valentine.
Men are called Dean.
^ Does this help?
thats what non self autonomy means, there are too many of us to become adults and try to realise that we should challange for the position of alpha male or female, to decide which is the best way for our tribe to go.
Bizarrly we now pick omega males for sub leadership roles and have assigned leadership of our tribe to 'mammonm'
mammon emasculates all men during their chi;ldhood 'breaking'
mammon insists that the subleaders ensure that humans do not try to grow up. keep them like kittens.
Actually srsly we are only children with regard to ...as you say 'the modern world'
'the modern world' is not everything
it is the modern world that canot tolerate 'adults' to know everything, it has 'disciplines' and 'fields of expertise' to bind people and ensure that we dont get too above our station, or if we do then no attention will be paid to us.
OK... i dont know everything, but I refure to accept that there is anything that I cannot know.
AND HIS GLORIOUS REGIME!
mammon cut your balls off.....you should be livid
We are ALL children of the goddess.
Welcome brother Bamos
In my belief system I was hitherto unaware that such a thing as blasphemy existed, until you just said that.
you would do well not to incur my righteous ire
devotee of Medea and her arts.
It would be quite useful to have a 'subject' upon which to 'practice'
nobody know's what the fucks going on or how to react to it and we're all hurtling towards our certain doom, alone, oh so alone?
That's always been the way. It doesn't make us children. It makes us human.
that was childish.
YOU CHILDISH FUCK.
that he realises that this is it. There is no dawning maturity, no great realisation of manhood, no point where he stops reading comic books, playing with lego and masturbating to the Daily Sport, stops not because it is a temptation that must be resisted but because It Is A Child's Thing And Now He Is A Man. It is the time when he looks at his dad, and to his utmost horror sees himself reflected back; realises the Old Man is not a pinnacle of unfathomable, ingrained masculinity, but is in fact just like his child, a boy with the same petulant and thuggish underbelly, struggling to cope in a grown up world he barely understands.
This realisation is horrible because it means you must come to terms with the fact that you will always be the boy who pissed himself in Year 3, joined in the picking on the learning disabilities kid to avoid being picked on yourself in Year 6, knocked one out to scavenged porn when pretending to be sick to avoid going to see your fading Auntie in Year 8. It is horrible because you realise that in order to be a man, you must struggle every day to achieve it; that you must rub shoulders with and yet avoid becoming the dickheads of this world, who think becoming a man involves larger toys, more potent apple juice, more unattainable objects, more sneering at how rubbish the other sex are.
There is no fruition at the end of childhood, only the realisation that being a grown up is a more difficult, confusing and lonely world than you ever anticipated.
This post is both brilliantly accurate and utterly depressing.
I tried to have this exact conversation last week.
In the 1950's, when you reached 21 you were an adult - you went out and got a job, one that conceivably might be the only one you ever had. You got married by your early twenties, bought a house, popped out a couple of kids who were in school by the time you reached 30.
I'm 30 in 5 years - I would put money on not having done any of these things. And I doubt I'll feel like a grown-up then either.
I'm not sure whether this is necessarily bad though
Sometimes, when you're trying to be an adult and grown up and juggling eighteen million things and thoughts and tasks when you're patently not cut out for even one of them, then it becomes an issue.
I'm sorry team. I think this is a serious discussion though.
We're all humans playing a game to which none of us are sure of the exact rules. Imagine playing Risk without the Mission Cards, and finding out you've annexed Kamchatka when you should totally have been heading the other way. The pesky Urals have put you right off, and it's all gone wrong!
And then finding out you actually had six missions, and you were only concentrating on one. Woe!
Recently I think I've been having a quarter-life crisis - I've pretty much done those things you're 'supposed' to do, in the correct order - school, uni, travel, work for a couple of years doing the thing you studied. The problem is, in a way, I just did these things without thinking - they're kind of like a trodden out path that most people end up doing.
The problem now that that's all done is I'm not sure what comes next, except that I get the feeling this is the exact point where I'm supposed to become a grown-up. And I certainly don't fucking feel like one.
I need a war to fight in or something.
I've done this before, but yes yes Stefan is indeed right on the nail, even me who's as old as Jesus was in his 'pomp'
Heh heh or tee hee?
you've done that I fully agree with. Do you ever think, when you're looking after your BabyProle, that you haven't a clue what to do next? That you're just making those coochie-coo noises because, well, that's what you're supposed to do?
And then you have to actually make a decision, and it's like 'If I buy her a Bob The Builder DVD, will she grow up to drive a digger?' or something.
The Angel Peter Gabriel that is ATPLOL
If that makes any sense. I mean I won't come with her on her sleepovers when she's 7 but I don't really have a clue when it comes to being strict disciplinarian. Apart from the fact she has to be in a band called The Fa**ty like I was and her granddad was. PROLEFACT.
Also you realise now why your parents weren't paragons because once upon a time they went from being children to adults and also didn't know what to do probably.
Still love being a Dad though. It is AWESOMELOL
yes we are
all i've had to snack on in 3 months is bread
Procreation, 'personal development' and assumption of responsibility seem a little pointless in a society/world which frightens and sickens me. I'd prefer to just watch it all pass me by like some giant, lurid merry-go-round patronised by people with huge contorted grins, who continually scream to each other in a forced, strangulated way about how much fun they're having.
I imagine this means I'm cowardly and weak, and will never become a 'man'. Oh well.
I feel really rubbish after my op and just want my Mum to be here looking after me - watching films I love and feeding me.
Rather than sat in my living room on my own in pain. :(