Buying speed from a dealer who was advertising on Craigslist. It all went fine, but that doesn't stop it from being a bad idea.
If your nihilism doesn't make you happy, you're doing it wrong. The absence of meaning should be a liberating factor, not a limiting one. It's actually dope as fuck that there's no greater purpose to your life, you can never fail as a person when there's no standard you feel you have to meet.
Whether they're all-in on China or think that Xi is the anti-Christ, the end result is exactly the same: absolutely nothing whatsoever. There isn't a local left, much less a national left; certainly there isn't anything that anybody could seriously call an international movement. The opinions of random westerners mean absolutely nothing to the CCP. Fixating on what we have zero influence over is wholly unproductive.
Maybe in 20 years we'll have cobbled together a movement that Beijing thinks is even worth offering a nod to, but right now we're a bit too irrelevant to worry about our place on the global stage.
Once a day during the work week- maybe less if I'm feeling too tired when I get back home. Two to three baths a day on weekends. I'll toss some bubbles or salt in there to spice things up about once a week.
Showers are a bourgeois invention meant to rob the proletariat of what few moments of respite they have. Even your hygiene must be performed as quickly as possible so you can return to work. Get yourself hosed down like the cattle you are. Relaxation is only for real people.
A girl I was seeing asked me what I liked about her and I drew a complete blank. There was plenty to like about her, but when put on the spot I couldn't think of a single thing to say. I don't blame her for leaving me not too long after that.
The alternative is admitting that they had a complete meltdown over a balloon. People can force themselves to believe basically anything if it can save them the embarrassment of admitting they were enthusiastically wrong.
Once or twice a month, maybe. I was fine with not existing for several trillion years before I was born, I'm sure I won't mind it when I return to the Truth that is the infinite void.
I'm liking it so far, it's pretty educational given that I know next to nothing about Japanese prisons. Horrific situations that are thinly coated over with cuteness are my jam, but I get why some people might think it's tasteless. If it's making you miserable, don't read the notes in chapter 3 about 'reflection rooms'.
I would punch JFK in the face right as he's getting shot so it looks like I hit him so hard that his head exploded.
I've been thinking about the steady increase of porno involving siblings, parents, or some sort of parental substitute (sexy teacher, lascivious nanny, etc). I'm convinced that this is the result of further atomization under capitalism. As social relations and active participation in community continue to degrade, essentially the only people you will have any sort of meaningful connection to will be your immediate family.
If you're lucky you picked up some friends at school and got along well with your co-workers, but it's very likely that you have no emotional ties or experienced any sort of physicality with anybody outside of who you grew up with. Of course you're going to end up horny for Daddy when everyone outside of the nuclear family is basically an alien that you're incapable of feeling any sort of connection to.
Somebody's probably thought about this more than I have, but I don't feel like I'm off-base in saying that incest increases in popularity as everyone's social circles continue to contract. Or maybe Freud was right and people have always wanted to fuck their moms, I don't know.