Not the best guy you know

Aiden

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im making this right after posting that im not gonna post more and putting it in my queue lmao

but yeah thats the thing i remembered i have a queue and i decided to start putting stuff in it instead of worrying about how much i wanna post stuff

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im a cynical lefitst;

yeah uh huh! that's right! i feel very passionately about a lot of things and I express myself via pessimistic criticisms of systems and concepts that I don't like the nature of

i don't think that should interfere with my ability to be able to view billionaires as people and also reason that they are products of the system that exists within America; that's what being a leftist is about

being a leftist is also about finding out why the system is so fundamentally broken, and a lot of people have, in my opinion, accurately assessed that people who are billionaires are helping fuel the system while it's failing and its careening towards crashing and killing us all with it

that doesn't mean to me that those humans aren't still humans. I find it hypocritical to see people who are so proud of learning something from watching steven universe turn around and denounce their humanity from them for doing things they don't agree with in order to reason that we should murder and consume them.

tl;dr, so much for the tolerant left, i'm gonna do my own thing and continue to love the fragile and broken humans that we are watching on a global platform be crushed to death by their own success within a system we as humans created to solve problems together

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i fucking LIED one more thought ofc i checked the porn regulations in the ToS. I had a follower from 2 months ago and I investigated in case it was a time traveler or a prophet for my return but it was just a typical porn bot, so i went to report it and i saw the porn rules too

thats fucked up. i empathize with a community desire to remove gooners from an art space, but i feel like it stifles the ability to discuss and express ourselves re: sex and love via art which is something i might have liked to post on here sometime

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ok im gonna go do something else before i post too much lmao hmu if u missed me <3

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I feel that people seem to misunderstand the tool known as a rhetorical question, which has always frustrated me because I thought it was a cool idea. A rhetorical question is a type of question that exists to start or contribute to a conversation. That's what it means to be rhetorical, or of rhetoric. Rhetoric means conversation, in a way. I believe it's defined to be the study, philosophy or art of talking, convincing or communicating; something like that. So as I understand the device, when you ask a rhetorical question, you are crafting a tool to invite or further the discussion you're participating in. By asking a rhetorical question and then admonishing someone for trying to answer it as if they were stupid for doing so, you are inviting them to conversate and reason with you and then immediately punishing them for trying. One might argue, I suppose, that a rhetorical question is a tool that's helpful because it's not meant to be answered; just one part of a statement that aims to contribute meaning, thus a rhetorical question and one that shouldn't be literally answered. That's a perfectly logical way to reason the meaning of the phrase and therefore the utility of the device, but I disagree on the grounds that this answer is unhelpful, as it doesn't allow somebody else to utilize the question as a tool themselves. This diminishes it's use as a conversational tool and encourages it's use to stifle retorts to claims, as when somebody tries to answer the question, they are attempting to interpret your use of words in their own way. Should they fail to understand you and your use of the tool, you might reason that they have failed to interpret you correctly. The connotation I detect in thinking about it in this way is selfish, as it blames other people for misunderstanding the things you say. Now, were I to be discussion this with someone, I believe at this point in our conversation I'd like to reveal that I've been communicating how I feel using rhetorical questions this whole time. In fact, the previous statement was both the position of a question and my proposed answer to it all at once. This is how I'd like to demonstrate how I approach the tool within my writing and within my conversations with other people; I like to be able to include the intended audience or conversational partner in my own thought process when it comes to understanding a concept that I'm trying to include them on my understanding of. I believe it's fair to say that many people naturally reason via answering questions that they thought to ask, and so it's natural for me to conclude that this might be the reason why someone might use these conversational tools. I'd also like to point out that, in my demonstration of this understanding of the concept, I try my best to ensure that I only offer my interpretations of the question to the audience/partner, since my goal is to find out how they come to reason with my answer as well as how they might come to their own, different answer to the same question. When I put together a concept such as a rhetorical question, I am trying to gather the thoughts and feelings I experience in a way that I can communicate to somebody else. Toward that end, I find rhetorical devices to be quite useful. I understand rhetorical devices to be tools that we craft as communicating humans in an effort to understand one another, and I believe these rhetorical devices to be one of humanity's greatest inventions within language in enabling complex thoughts, feelings and ideas to be shared with other people. To put some kind of meaning to my rambling, i.e. in conclusion (or otherwise tl;dr, but like academically), I find these devices fun to engage with to craft pieces of art called phrases that invite another human being to observe and even critique the very mystic essences that make up our human psyche, and it frustrates me that people would rather use them to stifle discussion than invite it.

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trying to post serious thoughts but my tags autofill with "upd8"

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first thing i see reminds me of the shitty part of being here; a reminder of the situation at large in the world from someone's real perspective via a post literally begging for people to donate money for their safety. of course i feel like I should help them and I have every means to do so. but its not that simple. this wretched internet is many things, and one of is core tenets is that it will always be a den of deception and lies populated with well intentioned and real people. I wouldn't expect a victim like that to understand why i wouldn't face my screen that's clearly communicating me their need for me to do so, but all the same I have the guilty urge to explain myself, so I will.

I don't know if what I can do will actually help you, victim.

The post I read might be a message in a bottle cast by you on the sea of the web, still fresh and undamaged by time, and I might have an opportunity to save, you, but I can't. You see, a hundred million bottles have washed upon my shore, and while I could fill this bottle with money and send it back with the mental assurance that it will get to where I believe it's going, I couldn't do that for each and every bottle, so I couldn't do it for any single one.

I wish it were different, but as a meagre man with nothing to show for it but a blog, I hope at least the other well-meaning people like me could understand if I keep my elbows tucked in and my eyes to my own situation in this massive and convoluted battlefield of ideas and atrocities that we're all trying to survive.

[discommunicator]

* And so wept the fallen star, making rivers with its tears. * Then, slowly, from the bitter water, something grew. * It looked like glass.

[leathercondoms]

lmao do i still have xkit installed

[discommunicator]

another susie practice

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You know something crazy? I grew up on this app, but like any other adult I've moved onto indulging responsibilities instead of engaging with the things I enjoy, like fucking blogging. It's been a long time since I've used tumblr on my shitty purple Acer laptop; that is to say, it's been a long time since I've been a young and naive boy in the world, eager to understand it and entirely unequipped to do so. In these trying times, I've been reminiscing on what it is about my youth that makes me want to return to it, and I'd like to share what I've come to conclude from my pursuit of understanding it. You see, when I was young I didn't know what the world meant to me. It was huge, confusing, and I was full of teenage hormones and I knew it. The primary thing happening that was supposed to define my childhood as an American boy was school and the many intricate workings of it. To put it plainly, I was *quite* good at school; at least, I was really good at completing the assignments they gave us and scoring really high. Let me redefine that, because I feel like I packaged my feelings in a cynical understanding to communicate it to the people and now I want to unpack it exactly the way I intended it to be unpacked: I passionately enjoyed answering the questions that teachers were asking me. I liked the attention I received when I supposedly got the answers right, and so naturally I deigned to keep seeking that attention and reward. The point of this story is to tell you that when I was little, by suburban public-school standards, I was considered by the people around me to be a genius. To explain further, I'm not claiming to be a genius, I'm trying to help you understand that I was brought up receiving a lot of praise and a really impressive title among my peers and teachers for being really good at something really important. That was really good for me in terms of scoring well on tests, which I liked to do, but it wasn't great for me in terms of making friends, which I also liked to do. As a child, the grandeur of being lauded as a genius *easily* got to my head, and I loved that nobody could prove me wrong, not even adults. You see, of all the school I was good at, I was *the best* at English class and writing in general. I felt like a pencil and paper were all I needed to write free tickets to high grades and academic praise. I was mostly right, with emphasis on mostly.

My grandfather once told me that, because I was just so gosh darned smart, the world would give me "fuck you" money. He told me that for as long as I was alive, he did. He was one of the only adults in my life that regularly expressed how impressed he was with me with nothing in his words for me except love. To boot, my grandfather was a real, certified genius: he was a veteran for the Air Force after, I believe, working on planes as an engineer. He would show me document boxes full of his schoolwork, something that helped me to understand him through the lens of academia and put credit to what it was he was saying: "The world is going to reward you for being smart with more 'fuck-you-money' than you'll ever know how to use because you're just like me. You can do this. You can make them all love you with your impressive brain." To sum everything up, i.e. tl;dr, I have an intense case of what people on the internet like to call gifted child syndrome. I've already written a lot and even just deleted some more paragraphs of trying to get to my point, so instead let me try to do it now: I like blogging. I've missed it since I "grew out" of tumblr. I've been blogging quietly to myself in my own journal discord pretending I'm someone with opinions to be respected, even making sure I include tag words on my messages to myself so that I can search them up later, but damn it, maybe what I want to pursue in life is understanding and being understood by the people around me, and that's what I feel like blogging means to me, so here I am. I'm back, after more than 10 years of only periodically checking to see if tumblr still exists sometimes, and I am announcing it as if the world was watching and waiting for me to do it because that's what's fun about it, baby.

Expect to see more very long manic rants from this fuckin URL from now on

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