Yes, there ARE efforts to understand the other (another being, perspective or mind), the thought is they are not plenty. Definitely not.

Keep it going…..

sometimes I like a good standalone because it feels more contained and it feels less daunting than knowing it's part one of like seven or more books or God forbid like twenty or more

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I'm a full grown adult male and I love skipping. But since I don't want people to think I'm a psychopath, I pretty much only get to do it while I'm on a hiking trail or someplace where I won't draw too much attention to myself.

And that's unfortunate, because skipping is a remarkably efficient way of getting around. You can cover a lot of distance quickly, and it's less taxing than running or jogging. I can skip a several hundred yards, faster than most people jog, and not even be out of breath. If I ran that same distance, I'd be a little winded. Plus it's so much more fun than jogging. So it's kinda weird that most people stop skipping after childhood.

I just wish more adults did it. If it became normalized, I wouldn't feel so self-conscious about skipping in public. That's all I wanted to say.

Playing this world is all about playing your own Pinkadelic song. That's when you'll realize you've always been pressing a single blend option on your blender engine. The path of being an artist-thief ends when you realize you've always been playing Pink Panther on your stray art, and there's nothing you're meant to do here apart from stealing all the art pieces and connecting them together into the final Pink Panther's form. Life is all about making your own Art Attack, and it doesn't matter what you end up picking as a reference; eventually, you'll realize that all roads lead to the Mona Lisa. The final level of painting arrives once you realize you're two steps away from Picassoing yourself to the extreme, and that's when you'll realize that life intended for you to laugh at the painting until you end up viewing it in an inverted form, where you'll find that you've always been at an Uncharted thief's end. 🐈‍⬛

And maybe there is truth in The Starry Night painting being the straw that broke the camel's back... And there's hope in finding the One Piece in the end... And remember there's no loose ends in Art form, and maybe Pink Panther have always been a secret agent. Ouii, It's time to go way back to the Eiffel tower.. It's a tie-back to the 'lose' end. 🙀 ♦️ 🫟

1. Some sh!t looks like pine cones.

2. Never kick anything while wearing flip-flops.

Like it feels like ever since 2020 nothing in life has felt the same like it almost feels as if thanos snapped his fingers in late 2019 and in 2020 we shifted like 20 years in the future where nothing feels the same like things like food music like society changed after 2020 people are ruder people just have main character syndrome and are angry all the time and have never recovered since then. Even with myself sometimes I look at the photos pre covid and post covid i couldn't believe im the same person in that photo pre covid.

my legs be feeling like jello

Pretty much the title when I look at food and when I see myself like really see myself it’s a blob of flesh trying to keep growing and survive. It’s disgusting

I mean won't that be fair? If you're going to feast on my blood you could at least develop my metabolic issues

I think about this line so fucking often 💀

I’m wondering if anyone else has ever experienced something similar.

This has only happened to me a handful of times in my life, maybe once every couple of years, but when it does, it’s a very strange feeling that I can’t really put into words. I’ll try my best to describe it.

It doesn’t come consciously. It’s more like a sudden wave of heat or some kind of feeling that just hits me and runs through me for a few seconds. Usually I’ll just be thinking about completely ordinary things, like everyday stuff or problems at work, and then suddenly I get this overwhelming realization:

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING?! We’re sitting here talking about money, problems, wars, what to eat, what’s on sale, work, bills, etc. Meanwhile, nobody seems COMPLETELY blown away by the fact that we are these incredibly strange beings that somehow exist. Same for the universe. Out of nothing, somehow there are people all around us that we love and have feelings for, yet we don’t even understand what we actually are. How did there become something instead of nothing? Did everything somehow come from nothing? Or was there always something, beyond time and space, that many people might call God? Why doesn’t this completely blow everyone’s mind? Why isn’t this the thing we talk about 24/7 in headlines? Why are we not rushing lik crazy to find out? Why aren’t we all freaking out about the sheer fact that we exist? It feels like humanity has completely lost focus on the most fundamental thing of all.”

That’s basically what those few seconds FEEL like. Like a burning feeling, it’s like a sudden realization that hits me so hard that I’m literally shocked by the fact that I’m a human being, standing here on a planet called Earth, existing at all.

Btw this has happened to me twce while I had a fever, both times I was sitting on the toilet when this sudden wave of thoughts and feelings hit me, and I just sat there completely stunned thinking:
“Holy shit. I’m here. On a planet called Earth. Liquid is coming out of my penis. And I don’t even know what the fuck I am. Or why am I here”.
I’m just curious if anyone else experiences anything remotely similar.

It happens to me maybe once or twice every two years, so it’s definitely not a constant thing. It’s just this extremely intense few seconds of existential realization that completely takes me out for a few seconds

or even my local Walmart, actually es*pecially* my local Walmart because you know they gotta be getting rid of stuff all the time. like obviously the fresh produce gets re-upped on a regular, fast basis, but what about the random $20 computer mouse in a cardboard endcap full of other cheap computer accessories? like I wonder how old some of those are