Philosophosphorous [comrade/them, null/void]

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Cake day: May 31st, 2024

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  • i don’t think it was designed intentionally by some anthropomorphic creator but it’s pretty good for a vessel that can operate in such a variety of earth’s climates doing such a variety of different tasks without ever getting ready-made replacement parts. amazing self-healing capabilities for minor damage and wear, sure a lot of other animals might be tougher but humans are pretty good for such a versatile dex/int style build. we have more of a learning curve than other animals for operating this vessel i guess, but thats just because of our multipurpose brains. if there is a god he is clearly just a huge standing desk and squat toilet kind of guy, or he wants us to laze around and nap more instead of sitting straight up in chairs and standing all day.


  • i passed out on the toilet at like 5 AM today. i thought i was just going to have diarrhea, but suddenly my lower stomach/intestines started hurting a lot, and i got really lightheaded. i knew i was about to pass out and was trying to breathe. next thing i knew i was waking up on the bathroom floor between my toilet and bathtub, my head basically inside the bucket we keep the plunger and toilet brush in. at first i was confused, i thought i was asleep in my bed, but i immediately panicked and noticed i was on the filthy bathroom floor. i swear i could hear indistinct voices as i came too as well. i don’t know how long i was out, a few minutes at most and probably less than that. i had a bit of a panic attack when i got up, i still felt lightheaded, i needed a shower after being face-first in the plunger bucket, and my stomach still hurt very badly and i felt like i had to defecate in the worst way. but since i was lightheaded i went to lie down on the floor in another room, trying to text my dad and my roommate who i had just taken to work earlier at like 4 AM with stiff tingling hands i could barely move. my dad didn’t respond, still asleep (and didn’t even say anything until much later in the day), but my roommate responded at work at least and my brother was willing to drive me to a hospital which i declined because i finally had the grossest weird smelling (like ammonia or cat poo) diarrhea ever and my stomach stopped hurting. no blood or anything came out that i noticed so i’m confused as to what even happened in a medical sense. i decided to stay home from a thanksgiving thing my brother had planned at the house he just moved into to keep things safe. i appreciate him (he was quicker to respond to calls for aid than my dad who is usually pretty cool) but i also don’t know any of the people he moved in with, and the way i felt after i regained consciousness reminded me of ways i’ve felt in other socially taxing situations (stiff, tingling hands and face), so i didn’t want to stress the same biological systems if its at all related. i had been reading ‘the will to change’ and having a bit of a i’m-a–broken-man-in-a-doomed-world kind of existential crisis, it kind of triggered me and reminded me of a lot of the abuse i suffered as a child, so maybe it was some kind of trauma psychosomatic thing. not a criticism of the book its just a little to real for my addled traumatized mind.

    also, before any of this happened, while i was awake in bed, i had the weirdest psuedo-dream (like an intense involuntary waking daydream, my eyes rolled back into my head but i wasn’t asleep) about some green-eyed (solid/glowing green like green lantern or something) alien with defined brow ridges and grey skin (looked kind of like a Protoss) and either a red mouthless facepart (like DBZ cell’s original form with its mouth closed) or a mask, on its mouth, and wearing white and gold robes, examining me as i kneeled before it in either chains or some kind of collar. it or an associate moved a rod or a staff and it forced my body (i was watching this dream in 3rd person from some other perspective) to move, turning my head to the left and exposing my neck. the tall grey skinned green eyed alien stared and did something to my neck, maybe with a wand or something, and i started feeling weird mentally. i had been initially terrified of this alien but suddenly i reached out as if i trusted it, and then a large white/gold humanoid dragon’s (a character the preexists in my mental library of archetypes, i have seen it before in other similar psuedo-dream/hallucinations) foot appeared at the edge of my disembodied view of the scene, implying that the rest of its huge body encased in some kind of translucent sphere had been ‘summoned’ by this manipulation of my body. then, i saw the grey skinned green eyed alien with its hands in my head, which looked impossibly and bloodlessly ‘opened up’ with rectangular panels removed and floating nearby, as if it was moving objects around inside my skull, or doing some kind of maintenance or manipulation. this alien was terrifying to me at first but it felt more like a doctor in this scene. for some reason it felt to me like this dream was related to the voices i heard wile i regained consciousness later.

    in conclusion, any aliens or sorcerers on here or anywhere else wishing my demise because of my cringe posting are going to have to try harder, cuz i lived this time. shoutout to the handful of people that upvote even my most deranged posts for some reason.







  • ‘walking distance’ there is literally not a sidewalk for hundreds of meters or more from where i live. i get the horrors of the suburban experience except my house is outside all the local gentrifying rich ppl suburbs right on a major road so i get few of the alleged benefits. no walking and hardly any neighbors here. not a shred of a sense of community. i have to drive and spend gas money to get literally anywhere outside my house. absolutely amazing environment to go through childhood in, no out-of-school friends or sense of belonging in a community or free range child (or even adolescent) adventures or anything like that, a constant panopticon of mediocrity. no way that could possibly ever lead to being a mentally wrecked loser of an adult no way its the safest way to live. america is an alienation farm i stg




  • the fire causes the material conditions for its own existence where possible. the same way mold grows towards sugar/moisture/whatever it needs to grow. the same way a tree or a flower will grow towards the sun. the same way a human eats and drinks and breathes to fuel the chemistry that powers us. the same way a stone seeks to return to the earth.

    the fire and fuel in a flame are in a dialectical relationship, the fuel may ‘predominate’ (be more ‘fundamental’ in some sense) in much the same way that the ‘base’ is more fundamental than the ‘superstructure’, yet the superstructure can shape the base in its own ways, it is a two way relationship even if the superstructure depends on the base. asymmetric dialectical relationships like this are what drive dialectical motion, the way that the matter/antimatter imbalance early in the universe (in matter’s favor) determined our current unstable/changing matter-dominated world, rather than creating a perfectly stable unchanging empty eternity where matter and antimatter annihilated each other completely.




  • pathetic sadness don't click CW: SA self harm etc.

    dead-dove-3 it feels like some people are incapable of being loved and i’m one of them. its not like its never happened to me but thats not much comfort a year or more afterwards. i can notice the material conditions, the economic and social forces, the personal traumas shaping my habits and psychology, neurodivergent symptoms alienating me from swathes of the people around me, that lead to this constant loneliness but there’s nothing apparent that i can personally, realistically, do about them. you can’t even mention the fact that you have unmet sexual needs as a cis-passing AMAB without people understandably seeing it as an implied threat because of how fucked up our patriarchical society is. how can i hold a normal conversation with anyone let alone a date let alone literally any woman or vulnerable gender minority when my internal monologue is constantly telling me to kill myself and that no one will ever love me. every time i have a sexual urge, every time i think about sex, i want to kill myself. not that i will ever actually do it but its a constant intrusive thought and feeling i have. i’m the only driver where i live so i have to drive roommates on dates and stuff and it can be excruciating bottling up these kind of toxic thoughts and feelings i have, but i do it anyway - i save this pathetic whining for here, and its not like its their fault that i’m a pathetic unloveable loser. i want them to be happy, just because i can’t be like them doesn’t mean they should be as miserable as me. not that it is literally any consolation when dealing with this kind of impossible loneliness, but at least you have a job, no one will hire someone with the work history gap i have at my age. i have my own ultimately unsatisfying privileges though, i have like another 5 years of living rent free with my parents but no idea what i will do after that. i was too autistic (or something idfk i have a bs PTSD diagnosis for a weed medical card but i was legitimately sexually abused by other kids in grade school because they all knew what sex was before me so its probably ultimately legit) to make friends or relationships in school or college or to get jobs afterwards so now i’m just a pathetic 30 year old incel with receding hair (i look like several different wojaks at different times) and no future i guess, in addition to the fact that no one in my generation/economic class will ever own a house, lifelong untreated mental health issues and personal traumas combines with a complete lack of healthcare or mental health resources have made relationships impossible for me dead-dove-3





  • more liberals in my life insisting that ‘russia won’t stop at ukraine’; while my first reaction to was ‘based lmao’ i also don’t think its true, Amerikkka had to try pretty hard to get russia to invade with Euromaidan and those visits to Zelensky (who ran on a campaign of reconciliation) by US ghouls every time they were about to negotiate and the neo-nazi militias who kept breaking the ceasefires. If russia was trying to ‘take finland next’ as these libs insist then why is it Ukraine and NATO that always have always had to be the ones provoking them? they used Crimea and Georgia as examples of their ‘imperialist aims’ and i’m pretty sure both of those places had significant ethnic russian populations that support unification with russia, just like the ukraine does.

    also they insist that Trump is ‘pro-russia’, which i think is wishful thinking tbh. the snippets i heard of the fanta fascist talking about it he was like ‘i will finish this war on america’s terms’ etc., like the implication was that he would fight russia ‘better’ than biden/kamala. If Trump averts nuclear war then he will really have been the ‘lesser evil’ candidate, but is there any evidence that he would prosecute the war much differently?