Pocketful of Cunt
With all of my travels, I have learned so much. One can survive with very little, as long as one has love. You can go without the material things, that do not make the man. But, if your soul is empty, you will starve.
I read that earlier today. The statement bothered me.
Not in and of-itself. It’s written quite vaguely and ineffectually - doesn’t really mean anything. But it’s just this sort of wooly meme that replicates itself until everybody gets the wrong idea.
The End.
See, if all you people weren’t so spectacularly stupid, I could’ve ended my post like that and gone and got drunk for the night. But, unfortunately, you are stupid. Yes, even you. Especially you, in fact. So I’m going to have to add the explanation. We’ll start with some simple stuff.
Nobody would dispute that love is more important than material stuff. Even the so-called Lords of Men, sitting atop their intangible hoards in the penthouse offices of London and New York Sodding City, know that true love cannot equal every single shiny penny they own. They know that. Of course they do. It’s human nature to want romantic love above anything else, and anybody that puts a love of money above that is lying and a cockhead or psychotic and a cockhead.
Where the supposed, shameful materialism comes about is when we try and assign probabilities to the outcomes, and then rationalize.
What? Well, one might think that finding love is of such low probability that one might as well exert themselves towards more definite goals. Material possession, intellectual ambition, or even other types of love in the form of physical health and already-existing family or friends. One might find themselves putting a romantic love on hold in order to switch jobs, study art, keep family or friends happy. Because those things are more definite. Friends can last a lifetime whilst love cannot. Yadda yadda.
People only attack the material ambition side of this case. Why? Because it’s more easy to separate matters of finance from matters of the heart. Oh sure, it’s fine to move a thousand miles away from the one you love because you want to go to The Royal School of Pretentiousness to study 1st Century Pangaean Art – but it’s not okay to do the same simply to earn more money in a higher position. Fact is, they’re the same thing – sacrificing love for something more definite and less risky.
Anyway, the public’s distinction between materialism and other forms of selfishness is something I’ll get vexed about another day. Today, it will suffice to say that they are all things we sacrifice love for.
Nothing wrong with that. Within certain limits…
Love is a risk. You’re not going to win anything unless you’re willing to put a bullet in at least one chamber and spin the wheel.
So we take risks on love. Obviously, these paths could be folly, and we all know and agree about that. Of course we do – love is a fucking risk. But we take these risks, to some level, because falling in love is important and it’s what we’re here for. So we give a little – shy away a little from ourselves, compromise, and fall in love. This is romantic, if done within certain limits. Don’t go crazy, kids.
But you know? Some people take it a little further than that. Some people take it so far, in fact, that they see it from the other angle – that if you’re in love, then what else matters but that? Not so much “let’s take a risk on love” but “we’re in love, so we’re not at risk from anything”.
It’s there, that we fall over the edge.
Fuck money – we’re in love and that’s what counts. People can live for years on that sort of sentiment. You can substitute ‘money’ for ‘friends’, ‘family’, or whatever else you like. People do that shit. Because they’re so slap-happy in love that they think that certain things can fall by the wayside; think they can look at those certain things falling by the wayside with the utmost complacency. These are the beginnings of poverty, broken families, adopted children, shattered dreams and utter loneliness. A loneliness more sharp and real than any you could feel sitting in a mansion in Hampstead Heath with nothing but money. A loneliness brought about by the isolation of yourself from all means of self-sustanence, personal achievement and extra-romantic bonds, because you didn’t really see them fade away because you were in love. Because you were in love, and what else matters apart from that?
And then, when you lose that love, and look around – that’s when it hits you. It’s all gone terribly wrong.
And that’s why I don’t like reading stuff like the above. I'm not attacking the post, but rather, the idiocy that it will spread. It’s way too easy to think that nothing else matters in this world except love. Way too easy. And people will latch onto what seems an easy, common, trendy thought.
But nobody’s going anywhere without a lot more things in their pocket than love, no matter how strong that love is, and however much it feeds your soul. This is the real world.
You can’t feed your kids fucking emotion.
I read that earlier today. The statement bothered me.
Not in and of-itself. It’s written quite vaguely and ineffectually - doesn’t really mean anything. But it’s just this sort of wooly meme that replicates itself until everybody gets the wrong idea.
The End.
See, if all you people weren’t so spectacularly stupid, I could’ve ended my post like that and gone and got drunk for the night. But, unfortunately, you are stupid. Yes, even you. Especially you, in fact. So I’m going to have to add the explanation. We’ll start with some simple stuff.
Nobody would dispute that love is more important than material stuff. Even the so-called Lords of Men, sitting atop their intangible hoards in the penthouse offices of London and New York Sodding City, know that true love cannot equal every single shiny penny they own. They know that. Of course they do. It’s human nature to want romantic love above anything else, and anybody that puts a love of money above that is lying and a cockhead or psychotic and a cockhead.
Where the supposed, shameful materialism comes about is when we try and assign probabilities to the outcomes, and then rationalize.
What? Well, one might think that finding love is of such low probability that one might as well exert themselves towards more definite goals. Material possession, intellectual ambition, or even other types of love in the form of physical health and already-existing family or friends. One might find themselves putting a romantic love on hold in order to switch jobs, study art, keep family or friends happy. Because those things are more definite. Friends can last a lifetime whilst love cannot. Yadda yadda.
People only attack the material ambition side of this case. Why? Because it’s more easy to separate matters of finance from matters of the heart. Oh sure, it’s fine to move a thousand miles away from the one you love because you want to go to The Royal School of Pretentiousness to study 1st Century Pangaean Art – but it’s not okay to do the same simply to earn more money in a higher position. Fact is, they’re the same thing – sacrificing love for something more definite and less risky.
Anyway, the public’s distinction between materialism and other forms of selfishness is something I’ll get vexed about another day. Today, it will suffice to say that they are all things we sacrifice love for.
Nothing wrong with that. Within certain limits…
Love is a risk. You’re not going to win anything unless you’re willing to put a bullet in at least one chamber and spin the wheel.
So we take risks on love. Obviously, these paths could be folly, and we all know and agree about that. Of course we do – love is a fucking risk. But we take these risks, to some level, because falling in love is important and it’s what we’re here for. So we give a little – shy away a little from ourselves, compromise, and fall in love. This is romantic, if done within certain limits. Don’t go crazy, kids.
But you know? Some people take it a little further than that. Some people take it so far, in fact, that they see it from the other angle – that if you’re in love, then what else matters but that? Not so much “let’s take a risk on love” but “we’re in love, so we’re not at risk from anything”.
It’s there, that we fall over the edge.
Fuck money – we’re in love and that’s what counts. People can live for years on that sort of sentiment. You can substitute ‘money’ for ‘friends’, ‘family’, or whatever else you like. People do that shit. Because they’re so slap-happy in love that they think that certain things can fall by the wayside; think they can look at those certain things falling by the wayside with the utmost complacency. These are the beginnings of poverty, broken families, adopted children, shattered dreams and utter loneliness. A loneliness more sharp and real than any you could feel sitting in a mansion in Hampstead Heath with nothing but money. A loneliness brought about by the isolation of yourself from all means of self-sustanence, personal achievement and extra-romantic bonds, because you didn’t really see them fade away because you were in love. Because you were in love, and what else matters apart from that?
And then, when you lose that love, and look around – that’s when it hits you. It’s all gone terribly wrong.
And that’s why I don’t like reading stuff like the above. I'm not attacking the post, but rather, the idiocy that it will spread. It’s way too easy to think that nothing else matters in this world except love. Way too easy. And people will latch onto what seems an easy, common, trendy thought.
But nobody’s going anywhere without a lot more things in their pocket than love, no matter how strong that love is, and however much it feeds your soul. This is the real world.
You can’t feed your kids fucking emotion.
posted by Juliet is Bleeding... | 11:21 pm
ah, i see the idiocy has spread with you. lol! you moron. you only start the fire by talking about it. it was fine in it's simplicity. i'm sure it was not a wisdom that would have spread too far, as it's nothing new. way to go.
Not too sure what you meant there. The replicating idea that I posted was roundly trounced in the very same post - I'd hope that people noticed that.
And "it was fine in it's simplicity", quite apart from your glaringly erroneous use of an apostrophe, is exactly what I'm saying is so dangerous about the internet. People can write simple shit, that any normal person should understand the undertones of, but to an audience of hundreds of thousands of dolts, pricks and fuckwits. And it’s these retards that extract some quick pop-culture from it and go away even less well-equipped to face life than when they started, which wasn't very.
Taking your crap use of an apostrophe, for example... QED.
haha. you're right about that apostrophe. i plead lack of sleep. you know i only read till "The End." didn't go any further. though i see you were speaking specifically to me in the next paragraph. lol! it's just that i couldn't be bothered. you know i can't read.
i think what is being said, does not say that one can live without things like money and the basic necessities and survive on love alone, but one can survive without those items that are superfluous.
quite honestly, i think it means:
this is what i have learned in my life: i need my family and not the dream of things, because without my family, i am nothing.
That's absolutely nothing like what I said/suggested.