Sometimes we must make hard choices. Because there are no easy choices left to make. When we do, that which we valued above all the day before, we may not value the day after. I am as much a fool as any other fellow. My folly is in things that others find trivial. Just as others folly is in things I find trivial. But I am as guilty of folly as the next man.
Category: Personal Reflections and Diary
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Sometimes, we must make hard choices.
Sometimes we must make hard choices. Because there are no easy choices left to make. When we do, that which we valued above all the day before, we may not value the day after. I am as much a fool as any other fellow. My folly is in things that others find trivial. Just as others folly is in things I find trivial. But I am as guilty of folly as the next man.
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Solve, Lead, Act. Don’t whine.
Bitching about others is just a way to excuse yourself for doing nothing. Solve problems. Lead. Take direction from those who solve problems. Act. Follow others who are solving problems. Be a mob. A militia. An army. A nation. As an individual who complains you are just a woman with a dick that’s engaging in gossip. Nothing more. A waste of calories and oxygen.
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Solve, Lead, Act. Don’t whine.
Bitching about others is just a way to excuse yourself for doing nothing. Solve problems. Lead. Take direction from those who solve problems. Act. Follow others who are solving problems. Be a mob. A militia. An army. A nation. As an individual who complains you are just a woman with a dick that’s engaging in gossip. Nothing more. A waste of calories and oxygen.
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( I wrote some very profound stuff today. But like always, sex sells. ) 🙂
( I wrote some very profound stuff today. But like always, sex sells. ) 🙂
Source date (UTC): 2016-03-08 10:41:00 UTC
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Seriously. Megan (Friends). I live in a hotel for the same cost you probably pay
Seriously. Megan (Friends). I live in a hotel for the same cost you probably pay for your apartment. I work about 12-16 hours a day on two jobs: tech and philosophy. I have a little trouble sleeping so I need to spend more hours in bed to get 8 hours of rest. I’m about 10-12 pounds overweight because of the overwork and stress the past two years. It may SEEM like I go out and party every night but it’s more like once or twice a month. It might seem like I go through tons of women, but I am just a guy with a little money who doesn’t want anything from pretty girls – and who is kinda funny and interesting also. I drink about twice a month. And it takes 200ml to put me to sleep. I have the usual issues with my overactive immune system, and I do take a prescription for my autistic tunnel vision, and I’m not getting younger, but really I look at least five years younger than I am, and I probably act like I’m 30. I have interesting shit to say because there is an enormous amount of accumulated nonsense in my head from years of working on a hard problem, and working through real problems in real life. But my life is not interesting to be around. I mean, not unless you want to watch me type all day while sipping on coffee, tea, and water. I’m just hella good at dinner parties. 😉 (And some other things…)
Source date (UTC): 2016-03-08 10:37:00 UTC
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( I am working now lol enough on truth for one day )
( I am working now lol enough on truth for one day )
Source date (UTC): 2016-03-08 09:56:00 UTC
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Curt Doolittle shared a post
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Source date (UTC): 2016-03-08 07:40:00 UTC
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( Some f__ker just friended me and unfriended me as soon as I posted about not-b
( Some f__ker just friended me and unfriended me as soon as I posted about not-bitching about others, and instead, about taking action to improve yourself and yours. )
Source date (UTC): 2016-03-08 06:39:00 UTC
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( Dear idiot. Actually, I work. I work every freaking day. I work hard. I work h
( Dear idiot. Actually, I work. I work every freaking day. I work hard. I work harder than most men have the ability to, or can comprehend working. I gave up everything in my life to do this work. I mastered my craft. With that craft I have made an art. I am fully aware of the monument that I am constructing.
So go f__k yourself. I am not a politician seeking votes, a priest begging for acceptance, an academic looking for compensation, or a public intellectual seeking status. I am a warrior constructing a battle plan.
I don’t want your approval, agreement, or consent. I want your submission, surrender, defeat, conquest, and if necessary, your death, and if possible your extermination. We will eat your words, your hearts, your offspring, your heritage and your fantasies, and leave you and yours in the dust with the remains of the other extinct animals that have passed because we could not domesticate them. And the universe will be better for your passing.
We are aristocracy. We gave you the choice that we give all others before you. Yet you chose poorly. You would not grant us reciprocal insurance, nor enter into the contract for the ascent of man, nor consent to wield the truth. You are therefore not equal. You are not ascendent man, but descendent animal. A hindrance to transcendence. A hindrance to mankind. An obstacle to overcome. A resource to be used. Prey to be consumed. And having refused our offer of mutual cooperation, we no longer are morally bound to invest further in the option of encouraging you. Those who remain can leave, be sterilized, or die. This choice we leave you also. We can only pray you choose wisely this time and save us the cost of your extermination. )
Source date (UTC): 2016-03-08 06:25:00 UTC