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Unless you have perfect cable management and a fairly flawless, white wall this will just become an unnecessary distraction by casting shadows and highlighting things you don’t want to notice.

Unless you have perfect cable management and a fairly flawless, white wall this will just become an unnecessary

The point of relationships is to provide support and companionship. I.e., make your life better. If someone isn’t making my life better, they can GTFO. And the better I get at providing for my own needs, the less the chance most people have of improving my life any. So at a time in my life when I should be desperate

Most of my experience with therapists indicates they can’t find their ass with both hands. I wouldn’t worry too much.

Now we’re going to artificially interact too?

I admitted to my therapist the other day that I put most social interactions in the same category as going to the dentist or remembering to get my oil changed, and she was obviously not pleased.

Sadly, I agree with you. Better to be genuine and alone than an artificial social animal. I remember a time when I enjoyed the company of others and sought out group activities. But a lifetime of disappointment and realization that 99% of the people I thought were trustworthy turning out to be people with an angle

Bored? Sometimes. Lonely? Never.

Both true and false. I am alone, and most of the time empty and hollow. But other times, I remember that I hate people and want most of them to die, so it kind of works out. Still sucks, though.

This is the issue. We need to be talking about why loneliness is less painful. There’s something broken when a basic human need is met by applying the same solutions as hitting the gym: discipline, deliberatess, monitoring. We do that with exercise because we are too warped to move our bodies naturally. Now we’re

I’ve spent a lot of time trying to build relationships not so much because I feel the lack of them but because I’m supposed to. And I do think that spending time with people whose company and I enjoy and with whom I have mutual affection would be good for me. But I can’t find those people. And with romantic

There’s no (good) excuse to be lonely. I live by myself. I am a bachelor. I would say a confirmed bachelor, but I know the connotation associated with that term and it’s nothing like that. Sometimes people will ask “don’t you get lonely?”, well, actually no. I’m not housebound, nor am I Agoraphobic. I get out and do

My club, Misanthropes United, would beg to differ with the conclusions in this article. You can hear all about our perspectives at our next meeting, which will be taking place never.

I see so many articles on these sites that are littered with spelling and grammar errors. Given that a simple reread would catch many of them, and as a matter of personal and professional pride I would think writers would want to correct their mistakes before publishing something with their name attached to it, so how

weak core and weak game? :)

See? You need a strong core! :)

And how. Overlooked facet of this team — for about two weeks in 1972 the A’s had 60 percent of all Jewish big leaguers on their roster. Then they released Art Shamsky and dropped back down to 40 percent.

Reggie Jackson came to my house for dinner when I was a very little kid - we weren’t friends with him but my dad’s friend was and was trying to impress my dad to get a shady favor out of him. All I remember is that he had a playboy bunny with him and he wore a floor length fur coat and that he liked my mom’s cooking.

We can certainly rule out Reggie ever hitting up Ali for self-defense tips.

I hate ironing. I’ll clean toilets before I have to iron.

Maybe. Maybe they need to hire me. I could sell this blanket.

Maybe. Maybe they need to hire me. I could sell this blanket.