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[htn-11-11]

Many flowers and one butterfly.🌼🦋

Remember :Stay rare, most are just copies

that if you fit in everywhere you stand out nowhere.

#11:11

[imnotaunicornsostopasking]

The Stanley Parable (by Davey Wreden)

This is the story of a man named Stanley.

Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee #427. Employee #427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in Room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee #427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others may have considered it soul rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy. And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley; Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he had realized not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say 'hi'. Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time.But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office. All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room; perhaps he had simply missed a memo. When Stanley came to a set of 2 open doors, he entered the door on his left.Yet there was not a single person here either. Feeling a wave of disbelief, Stanley decided to go up to his boss's office, hoping he might find an answer there. Coming to a staircase, Stanley walked upstairs to his boss's office. Stepping into his manager's office, Stanley was once again stunned to discover not an indication of any human life. Shocked, unraveled, Stanley wondered in disbelief who orchestrated this, what dark secret was being held from him! What he could not have known was that the keypad behind the boss's desk guarded the terrible truth that his boss had been keeping from him. And so the boss had assigned it an extra secret PIN number. 2845. But of course, Stanley couldn't possibly have known this. Yet incredibly, by simply pushing random buttons on the keypad, Stanley happened to input the correct code by sheer luck. Amazing. He stepped into the newly opened passageway. Descending deeper into the building, Stanley realized he felt a bit peculiar. It was a stirring of emotion in his chest, as though he felt more free to think for himself, to question the nature of his job. Why did he feel this now, when for years it had never occurred to him? This question would not go unanswered for long. Stanley walked straight ahead through the large door that read 'Mind Control Facility'. The lights rose on an enormous room packed with television screens.

What horrible secret did this place hold, Stanley thought to himself. Did he have the strength to find out? Now the monitors jumped to life, their true nature revealed. Each bore the numbers of an employee in the building, Stanley's co-workers. 

The lives of so many individuals reduced to images on a screen, and Stanley, one of them, eternally monitored in this place where freedom meant nothing. This mind control facility... It was too horrible to believe; it couldn't be true. Had Stanley really been in someone's control all this time? Was this the only reason he was happy with his boring job? That his emotions had been manipulated to accept it blindly? No! He refused to believe it. He couldn't accept it; his own life in someone else's control? Never! It was unthinkable, wasn't it? Was it even possible? Had he truly spent his entire life utterly blind to the world? But here was the proof. The heart of the operation. Controls labelled with emotions: 'happy' or 'sad' or 'content'. Walking, eating, working... all of it monitored and commanded from this very place. And as the cold reality of his past began to sink in, Stanley decided that this machinery would never again exert it's terrible power over another human life. For he would dismantle the controls once and for all. And when at last he found the source of the room's power, he knew it was his duty, his obligation, to put an end to this horrible place and to everything it stood for. Blackness... and a rising chill of uncertainty... was it over? Yes! He had won. He had defeated the machine, unshackled himself from someone else's command. Freedom was mere moments away. And, yet, even as the immense door slowly opened, Stanley reflected on how many puzzles still lay unsolved. Where had his co-workers gone? How had he been freed from the machine's grasp? What other mysteries did this strange building hold?

But as sunlight streamed into the chamber, he realized none of this mattered to him. For it was not knowledge, or even power, that he had been seeking, but happiness. Perhaps his goal had not been to understand, but to let go. No longer would anyone tell him where to go, what to do, or how to feel. Whatever life he lives, it will be his. And that was all he needed to know. It was, perhaps, the only thing worth knowing. Stanley stepped through the open door. Stanley felt the cool breeze upon his skin, the feeling of liberation, the immense possibility of the new path before him. This was exactly the way, right now, that things were meant to happen. And Stanley was happy.

This is a very sad story about the death of a man named Stanley.

Stanley is quite a boring fellow. He has a job that demands nothing of him, and every button that he pushes is a reminder of the inconsequential nature of his existence.

Look at him there, pushing buttons, doing exactly what he's told to do. Now, he's pushing a button. Now, he's eating lunch. Now, he's going home. Now, he's coming back to work.

One might even feel sorry for him, except that he's chosen this life.

But in his mind, ah, in his mind he can go on fantastic adventures!

From behind his desk, Stanley dreamed of wild expeditions into the unknown, fantastic discoveries of new lands! It was wonderful!

And each day that he returned to work was a reminder that none of it would ever happen to him.

And so he began to fantasize about his own job. First, he imagined that one day while at work, he stepped up from his desk to realize that all of his co-workers, his boss,

everyone in the building had suddenly vanished off the face of the earth. The thought excited him terribly.

So, he went further. He imagined that he came to two open doors and that he could go through either. At last! Choice!

It barely even mattered what lay behind each door. The mere thought that his decisions would mean something was almost too wonderful to behold!

As he wandered through this fantasy world, he began to fill it with many possible paths and destinations.

Down one path lay an enormous round room with monitors and mind controls, and down another was a yellow line that weaved in many directions, and down another was a game with a baby. And he called it;

The Stanley Parable.

It was such a wonderful fantasy, and so in his head he relived it again. And then again, and again, over and over, wishing beyond hope that it would never end, that he might always feel this free.

Surely, there's an answer down some new path! Mustn't there be? Perhaps if he played just one more time....

But there is no answer. How could there possibly be?

In reality, all he's doing is pushing the same buttons he always has, nothing has changed. The longer he spends here, the more invested he gets, the more he forgets which life is the real one.

And I'm trying to tell him this, that in this world, he can never be anything but an observer, that as long as he remains here, he's slowly killing himself. But he won't listen to me. He won't stop!

Here, watch this. Stanley, the next time the screen asks you to push a button, do not do it!

You see? Can he just not hear me? How can I tell him in a way that he'll understand, that every second he remains here, he's electing to kill himself?

How can I get him to see what I see? How can I make him look at himself?

I suppose I can't, not in the way I want him to.

But I don't make the rules, I simply play to my intended purpose, the same as Stanley. We're not so different, I suppose. I'll try once more to convey all this to him. I'm compelled to. I must.

Perhaps... well, maybe this time he'll see. Maybe this time.

And I tried again. And Stanley pushed a button. And I tried again. And Stanley pushed a button. And I tri-

All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room; perhaps he had simply missed a memo…….

The End

[ewwfrutillas]

Hace años mi tía tenía la música encendida en la cocina mientras cocinaba panqueques. Ella cantaba mientras batía la masa y yo la miraba mientras esperaba que terminara de cocinar para poder agarrar uno.

Hoy estaba haciendo panqueques usando una receta improvisada muy distinta a la de mi tía, la música sonaba desde la sala y yo cantaba, cuando escuché a alguien abrir la puerta y vi a mi hermano caminar de puntas de pie para ver como estaba. Me robó uno de los panqueques ya hechos, y aunque me enojé los repartimos después.

Entonces me doy cuenta que aunque las cosa cambien en la vida hay cosas mínimas que se mantienen, que incluso en las cosas en las que nos transformamos queda algo de lo que amamos, algo de lo que fuimos parte o algo que somos.

[tubalak]

Ive been going to the gym for a while now maybe for about a year, i did too before, but back then I never did anything the right way. I mean there was no discipline nor was there consistency. Anyway, things been going good and the past is a story for another time. Today, ill talk about how I discovered this amazing burger place. 📍

I live in an infinitesimally humble city, and the places i like to go to—to eat or just hang are a few., come to think of it they would still be , even if i was livin in a metropolis. I do the same things all week with sunday as an exception, take the same routes to the gym for example as i have calculated how long it takes and i don’t wanna burn extra gas going an extra mile. However the towns been building and renovating roads and what nots. So, Ive been taking ways i never thought I’d take. Days went by and i got used to these quaint and quite alley like roads. A burger place painted orange caught my eye every other day as it stood the eff out around the corner turn ,covered in orange with a big contour of a burger on it a sign which read ‘beacon’. I don’t like eating at new places at all. You never know how bad these places could mess up your day and stomach. I ended up going there obviously and it was nice, interior was average yet the arrangement had a fang shui. I was famished and thought id order a classic cheese burger with all its calories as i was low on it and had a push day at the gym. It came in a few minutes, as the place was literally empty and i had it all to myself. As you may have deduced by now I’m the loner kind and i don’t mind eating out alone. I don’t understand why people don’t go out alone, I guess people are idiots. The burger however had gourmet standard and local price. ‘Perfect down to the very detail’ just like Homelander likes. The sauce was spicy but i loved it. Down under is a picture but I think its just me flashing my crocs.