You’re right on the mark there: I missed the point, a good number of times, which sent me into a downward spiral.
It took a good amount of time and help to aknowledge I was responsible for 90% of my suffering.
You’re right on the mark there: I missed the point, a good number of times, which sent me into a downward spiral.
It took a good amount of time and help to aknowledge I was responsible for 90% of my suffering.
And I was countering your reply.
So you try, you get turned down. Does it hurt? Yes. Is it the end of the world? If anyone replies with “yes” that is a serious issue because it is not.
Getting a “no” for an answer is almost guaranteed. What is there to lose? Perhaps the lost “yes” for not trying.
It goes above and beyond being feminist.
If a guy doesn’t want to go out with a girl that actively asked him out, he is plain, basic, stupid.
Bullshit.
It’s a social - stupid - standing that states romantic/social/sexual advances must be started by the male part, which automatically relegates the female part to a passive/subdued part.
If you want someone, be bold. Doesn’t matter how you define yourself either.
I don’t really care if you are shy and can’t speak or any coping mechanism you may have built to justify your awkwardess. Just try.
Write a note. Have a mutual friend act as a liaison to help the first step. Write a letter. Blurt out the most incoherent speech you can muster. Then say it all again, only ten times slower. Send smoke signals. Use a parrot or a crow. But try.
It hurts a lot more to punish yourself for not trying, later in your life. Failure and rejection are part of it. Get used to it. Learn from it.
this little car came out of the assembly line with 120hp.
For a car under 900kg of total weight, it is a lot of power. It would fishtail like an angry beast, burn rubber at a slip of the foot and make you crap yourself if you felt like pushing it a bit over the safety zone.
It was a defining car: you could buy it but it wasn’t guaranteed you’d own it.
Considering the amount of plastics going into the building of an SUV, I’d risk tge hot hatch would survive.
I respect that.
I’m in no fashion whatsoever a prude or a moralist - hey, I admit the concept is actually interesting! - but I’m too stern to allow myself to go to a boobies bar and enjoy it with no concern on my mind. Let’s call it a personal mental barrier.
That is actually a good thing?
No amount of consent in the world would aid in making me feel as not taking part of an exploitative arrangement. That would be my problem.
Regarding bad food… I’ve worked in hospitality. It can always be worst.
Don’t think I be able to motivate myself to go to one.
It’s one of those things that sounds nice in theory but would have disastrous outcomes if ever attempted.
So, what we should take from this is that any foray into any art is useless, therefore we should surrender any and all creative impulse to faceless companies.
Fuck no.
I’d rather distribute my work for free and have it read and enjoyed nonetheless than not write at all.
I think I know the concept behind Hooters and other generic boobie bars (not an american) but I honestly don’t think I could go to one of those venues and, if I went, I have serious doubts I’d be able to enjoy myself or the meal.
They accomplish that and the already diminutive presence they have in the world will shrink even more.
The Greeks were isolationists. Each city-state considered itself the center of the world. It wasn’t on their list of priorities to share or spread their culture, unless it involved complete obliteration by conquest.
So, you’re talking about the people that emulated greek culture as they viewed it as more refined than their own?
And you are correct!
I should consider having one of these made to hang on my door.
Yup?