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|Wednesday, February 26th, 2014|
|Social Anxiety and other disorders: An involuntary vow of celibacy
How it's supposed to work
Normal people have very little difficulty establishing their love life. They see a person of the opposite sex, they get nervous for a few minutes, but they get over it. If it's a man, he asks the girl out, and she either agrees to it or doesn't. When a normal man suffers rejection, it rolls off his back like water on a duck. It may sting a little, he may need to change some area on his life, but he does not go through the rest of his life like a cripple.
Eventually, he finds a girl who is "good enough". Not perfect, but one he spends his life with, and they have a passable relationship together.Description of the problem: God made me this way
1. Courtin' too slow. As mentioned above, the man gets nervous for a few minutes before getting the nerve to ask the girl out. When you have social anxiety disorder, it takes hours, maybe days. Even in the unlikely event of a normal man needing to take more than a few mintues to get enough courage to ask her out, a normal man wouldn't take nearly as long as someone with anxiety disorder. A person with anxiety disorder is so unbalanced in the fear centers of the brain that it may take them an entire year, and by that time the girl has found another man. Dreadful sorry, Clementine. But it's no big loss. After all, who wants to pass on horrible genetics like that?
2. Uncanny knack for bad choices. I can't blame social anxiety disorder for this, but I am certain that some disorder or another causes me to have the worst possible choice in women to ask out. Nothing other than defective brain chemicals can be to blame for making a beeline straight for the woman who already has a boyfriend, is twice my age, is underage, or has five other boyfriends and is not in the least bit interested in me. With a track record like that, it is best to just throw in the towel.( Read more...Collapse )
|Television makes no sense
What we see on television is nothing but a series of two dimensional images shuffled in rapid succession. We cannot reach into it, and it cannot touch us, but yet we somehow care deeply for what we see.
Why do we care about what fictional characters do on TV? We do not personally know these people. We do not know celebrities personally. Celebrities spit on us. A celebrity doesn't know us from Adam, yet we pay good money to see them doing things. They don't care about us, but we love them. Why? It defies logic.Psychological Nonsense
Extrapolating from theories about childrens' dolls and puppy dogs, some psychologist or another says that if we cannot care for a character on the screen, we cannot care for a real human being in need on the street.
Contrary to this concept is the problem of too many people caring too much about celebrities and what they do, and their fictional personalities and not caring enough about other human beings.
But no, it is not profitable for anyone to mention this dilemma, so we just assume that emotional attachment to fictional characters is somehow the foundation for emotional attachments to real people.
Psychologists very unwisely recommend sex videos for couples who are too awkward to get on with their business in the bedroom. What ends up happening is the unattainable two dimensional ideal on the screen is given preference above the very real three dimensional experience that is readily available to the couple. In other words, one person or two in the couple may end up desiring what they cannot have, i.e., what is on the screen, and desiring less of each other. Why does anyone think this is good psychology?( Read more...Collapse )
|Giving up on your dreams
Nearly every child is raised under the false promise of a bright successful future in the career of their choice. I, like many others, was a Kennmoore Picasso, and my kindergarten and grade school teachers swore I'd become a legend in the field of art. How wonderful that we fill our young children's minds with such rosy pipe dreams.
And it's not just the teachers. It's the parents, too. I was raised under the impression that I was really going to be something. Wrong.
I wish I could believe all the fanciful pictures they have in their minds about my future, but I live in the real world.
My grandma once said that, as a child, I told her that I am "not worth much". While I don't remember saying that, this statement becomes more and more true every day.Lies of academia
Much of our adolescent and young adult lives are spent laboring under the impression that college will take us down a magic path of gold, with a career being handed to us on a silver platter. I completed four years of college to get an art degree, which has no value outside of the imitation leather and the paper it is printed on. It has not helped me to attain any job in the field in which I have studied. Also, while studying in said college, a professor recommended a program in a field called Digital Prepress. This was also described as a path of gold, one in which you can just "sit back and watch the presses run."
I found employment, but only for six months. Why? Because the field only requires one guy in an office to run the entire operation. Nobody else in the entire city needed a prepress operator. I went to the career counselor, and she recommended I take refresher courses so I could keep my useless knowledge up to date in the unlikely event that one of these lone prepress operators suddenly dies and leaves an entry level opening.( Read more...Collapse )
|Wednesday, February 19th, 2014|
|Sex: False Advertisements and Chemicals
Some say sex is the greatest act of human affection one can perform, but it is really the most selfish act of human affection.The need that is not a need
You cannot die from a lack of sex.
When a man has no food, you feel sorry and feed him. When a man has no clothes, you give him an orange jumpsuit. The homeless get shelters. But nobody feels sorry for the man who has no sex. Therefore, it is not a need.
In fact, it is the only need that causes need. The last thing a poor man needs is another mouth to feed, and that's exactly what sex produces.
Yet psychologists and advertisers claim that sex is a need."Sells sex," not "sex sells"
Advertisers think that pairing sex with a product will generate sales. While this seems to get some mediocre results, what they are really doing is using products to sell sex. The planet is overpopulated as it is, and these advertisements actually are doing nothing more than telling people to make more babies. This is the last thing we need.
Nobody needs to be told to have sex. What they need to be told is to stop, and nobody will do this.Physiology
How much of this actually stems from actual caring for the other person rather than a bunch of mindless chemical reactions based on physical appearance and other shallow factors?
Lust is primarily from glands, and possibly swelling intestines pressing blood cells into reproductive organs (why else do most people have sex after a big meal?).
Chemicals like caffeine (present in those heart shaped boxes of chocolates) stimulate the reproductive system. Alcohol and other drugs may also provide a catalyst for those thoughtless waves of instinctual craving.
Instead of developing ways to control these chemicals and processes in order to reduce these appetites for sex, scientists are busy at work producing pills that counteract erectile dysfunction.
In a world of steadily decreasing resources, and a diminishing food supply, this is a tragedy.
|Wednesday, February 12th, 2014|
Satan has the microphone
The media is overrun with programs that challenge, mock and undermine everything that Christianity stands for. In America, we cannot avoid its influence. "Turn off the TV," people say, but that is usless advice. Unless you live in a cave, even if you don't have a television, internet or a radio, the house next door, the restaurants you visit, the gas stations, they all have televisions. And even if you avoid all those, your associates at work will talk about it around the water cooler. So the words that rot away faith seep in whether you want them to or not.God does nothing to silence him
There is no divine action being done to silence the voices of dissent. These lies spread to every corner of our nation in the same was it was once said that scripture existed, day and night pouring fourth speech against the Almighty. Still He does nothing. The moral fabric of society has decayed so much that it looks like a burlap bag with holes in it, but nobody is silenced except the faithful, who are marginalized for believing in Him and communicating what He says verbatim. Unless you skew the truth of Jesus and preach permissiveness to all sin, you're a pariah. That being said, if you behave like an idiot, you are allowed to share your faith openly with the masses, as long as you make theism look like a thing for the ignorant, and your viewpoint doesn't challenge this culture of corruption in any significant way.
I'd say more on this matter, but the only thing it would do is cause people to remove themselves from my friend list. This will probably happen anyway, but I'd rather have it happen later, as it's not the point of this statement.( Read more...Collapse )
|Wednesday, August 21st, 2013|
This world is a human breeding factory filled with pain and suffering.
|Sunday, July 7th, 2013|
|Wednesday, July 3rd, 2013|
|Wednesday, June 26th, 2013|
I've been offline a lot due to moving into an apartment. I get online Wednesdays and Fridays, and that's it. Here's what I've been working on:
1. Gardenia comics - It's easier to post them to Furaffinity than to upload and link them like I used to do, plus there's more readers.
2. My science fiction novel. I've finished a printed version that I plan to give to coworkers. It's a lot better than what I posted online, since it's gone through a severe rewrite and has illustrations.
3. Assignments for Crazy People on facebook. I post random things there twice a week.
4. Station Bark with Tubey the Dog. It's on the back burner right now, but you can see my Tubey Test video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlGFEK8EAUk
|Wednesday, June 12th, 2013|
|Does anybody read this thing?
I haven't posted in awhile since it seems Furaffinity is a lot more active. Does anyone actually care if I post something here?
|Wednesday, November 14th, 2012|
|Reasons why Wreck It Ralph should have been a gorilla:
1. It's logical for people to not want a gorilla to sleep in the penthouse. Not letting a giant human sleep in your building is called "discrimination."
2. No one cares if a gorilla has big hands.
3. A game about a giant human smashing buildings makes no sense. He's not even green. A game about a giant gorilla smashing buildings is called Rampage.
4. A game about a little guy with a hammer facing a giant human doesn't exist. A little guy with a hammer facing a giant gorilla is called Donkey Kong.
5. A game about a guy doing a ground pound move makes no sense. Donkey Kong does the ground pound all the time.
6. No one cares if a gorilla gets to have a girlfriend its age at the end of the story. Since Ralph was human, it's kind of creepy for him to have an underage girlfriend. They should have at least made the princess transform into an adult when everything was back to normal in Candyland.
|Wednesday, October 24th, 2012|
I haven't posted here in awhile due to being offline and the problem of library computers not having ftp. I've still been posting things every week at Furaffinity (Under Mogwai_toejam)
|Wednesday, July 25th, 2012|
All right, so I've been apartment hunting for a few days now. An agent found me a place that's cheap, with some good deals, and that's pretty much the best thing I can say about it. But I want to get out of my parents' house, so I'm moving there.
I guess I might get internet sometime.
|Thursday, June 28th, 2012|
|Sunday, June 17th, 2012|
|Wednesday, May 23rd, 2012|
|Writer's Block: Star Trek
The other side of the black hole in the center of our galaxy, as long as it isn't hell. Either that, or I'd like to be on a rock near the Voyager to see where it got to.
|Thursday, May 17th, 2012|
|Sunday, May 13th, 2012|
Every Sunday evening, I fall into a pit of despair. Sad, unmotivated, feeling abandoned or unwanted by everyone, including God. Obsessed with pain from long in my past. Contemplation of suicide. It doesn't have to do with anything happening to me that day, except the fact I took one less Lithium pill than the night before. The next day comes, and I'm fine. It's like an underpass on a freeway. All I can do is force myself into a busy activity and wait for it to go. This is how it is with manic depression.
It's not me, it's a thing that takes over my mind, and turns my thoughts inward on the things of sadness. A thing that makes the world seem smaller, more me focused. Focused on the inadequacy, the injustice, the failure.
But it is a thing to be endured, something to wait through, like a line at the license bureau. It passes, and then you get on with your life.
People recommend books in support groups, but the ones they recommended to me spend too much time on the person's life story, which isn't the same as advice on how to get over it.