I can finally say that I fucking hate teenagers

if i look back, i am lost
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I can finally say that I fucking hate teenagers
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I like finding new and creative ways to hate
Aaaaaah the babies
Shuddup. Shut the fuck up. Stop quoting yourself.
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Savannah Brown on Death Anxiety
I watched this video probably around 2023 and about 70% of it went over my head or just did not reach me emotionally, because I'd never worried about death to that degree. However, I'm having a similar crisis now that I have begun worrying about it a minimum of 4 hours a day for no apparent reason(I have too much free time), and now watching this from beginning to end is disconcerting, rather than just sad in the way fiction is, because I understand everything. These are all things that, after two years, I have naturally come to worry about.
I just think that's kind of amusing. I want it to be comforting, but it isn't. I want to find comfort in the fact that I'm not the only one who worries about this stuff, but I already knew that. I'm aware that in whatever I feel, I'm not alone but knowing that doesn't make me feel less alone. If the world is so heavy with people who understand, why do I meet them once every half decade? Whenever someone reminds me that the world is this big place and that Iām not alone, I imagine that a good chunk of the world is occupied by people who donāt express their pain.
What people think The Symposium is about: Boring and complicated Ancient Greek philosophy
What The Symposium is actually about:
Pausanias: Woahh, man, we go sooo shitfaced last night šš Eryximachus: The hangover, man... How about instead of drinking, we chill and discuss our headcanons about Eros, everyone's problematic fave? Socrates, you down? Socrates, dissociating in the corner: [Sounds of crashing] Alcibiades: YOOOO!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS UP, MY DUDES? The fuck is this snooze-fest? Never fear ā your boy Alci's here, and he's got wine to drink and dicks to suck.
Might just be the cringiest shit Iāve seen on here.
Feels like nobody talks about how shitty it is having socially inept parents. But maybe itās just kind of assumed that they are because we all naturally lose touch as we age.
But I mean parents that were bullied, were loners as kids, were sheltered, are immigrants, donāt speak the common tongue, etc.
Introvert or extrovert youāll have to figure all of the social stuff out yourself from the beginning. If you do at all.
This is just me trying to find another reason to resent my parents and avoid taking responsibility for my failures.
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my own private idaho 1991
When a boyā¦discovers that he is more given into introspection and consciousness of self than other boys his age, he easily falls into the error of believing it is because he is more mature than they. This was certainly a mistake in my case. Rather, it was because the other boys had no such need of understanding themselves as I had: they could be their natural selves, whereas I was to play a part, a fact that would require considerable understanding and study. So it was not my maturity but my sense of uneasiness, my uncertainty that was forcing me to gain control over my consciousness. Because such consciousness was simply a steppingstone to aberration and my present thinking was nothing but uncertain and haphazard guesswork.
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Jonny Lee Miller as Simon "Sick Boy" Williamson TRAINSPOTTING (1996) dir. Danny Boyle
The contrast between his clean-shaven baby-face and his hairy, wiry body is so funny to me.
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thereās a kind of grief in realizing the people who broke you will never say sorry.
She said she āforgotā š
They all did apparently.