bels wrote:It's to my permanent chagrin that most of the books I've read are the same books that all the other irritating young men have read.
dakaf_fal wrote:I'm just starting to read Naked Lunch by William Burroughs. I've read Queer and seen the film version of Naked Lunch, so I'm not totally in the dark about what to expect.
bels wrote:Do the tenants protect the high rise from outside interference (Police, building inspectors) for a reason outside of narrative coherence?
Iliam wrote:Oh sorry yes ratchet koala's book first. When are we meant to have read it by?
JewTurk wrote:I started reading Diaz' /This is how you lose her/ and I'm enjoying it so far. But so far this year my favorite book has been Calvinos /If on a winter's night a traveler.../ without a doubt.
Id be happy to read whatever y'all read next.
Everyone kind of leans their expectations of who you are on you and it makes you petrified of who you really might be.
There is no pressure to become who "you" are at a specific point in your life, you are who "you" are, you do not become "you" one day in the future, you are always you, with everything you do.
Don't buy into irony or cynicism as a lifestyle. It's not a lifestyle, it's shit pretending to be a lifestyle - how can you be happy if you spend all your time dismissing things?
Be like a dog. I've read that somewhere before. Dogs are almost always happy and when they're sad, it's usually because their owner has gone away or they think someone is taking a walk without them but then when they see you again, they're happy. And they forget they were ever sad because they're permanently in the now.
The more you look in a mirror, the unhappier you'll be.
to be human is to try to be happy.
Sometimes I have a weird dream that we're all relatively brief sparks of consciousness that live on a rock circling a ball of fire.
And in the dream people get bored of this.
Also, frustrated with petty, insignificant things.
I've promised people I'll do things but I'm also still in bed and it's this tension that will eventually destroy all of us.
So much is done out of fear.
"Here is a picture of my car because I'm afraid what you think of my lifestyle."
"Here is a comment about my relationship because what if you think I am not loved."
"Here is a comment about my holiday because I worry that you think I don't travel."
Don't seek out things that you hate and adopt them like children, devoting your life to hating something.
Unless it's cancer or racism or sexism or rape or North Korea's complete and utter brutalisation of its own people. It's okay to hate those things. In fact, you should hate those things.
Don't beat yourself up for the way you feel, there's nothing worse than feeling bad for feeling bad, like you have no right to feel bad.
There's nothing to do and it drives you inside, into the dark with the curtains drawn on bright days, into secret alliances and friendships. It breeds a kind of creativity born of desperation. So you learn how computers work or you blow things up or you take drugs but you find something to obsess over because you need something to do.
So often the thing that hurts you is the thing that makes you human.
When you're sad, you only remember sad things and when you're happy, you only remember happy things.
Do really difficult things in the morning.
If you do really difficult things in the morning then when they're done you can feel really good about yourself, because they're done, and the rest of the day doesn't seem so bad.
Risk doing the things that make you happy.
It's always a risk worth taking and if you don't and someone asks you one day why you didn't, then you'll just burst into tears and keep saying, "I don't know, I don't know."
I stargaze because it makes me, and my problems, feel so insignificant and small. I am a speck in a beam of light. Nothing matters.
All I have is a feeling that the me tomorrow brings will be better than the me I'm stuck with today.
And you taught me to try and laugh at everything
No matter what it was
Because that way it didn't hurt so much.
When everyone gets together
To solve the country's problems
From the comfort of our MacBooks
Let's bomb the fucking desert into glass and make a mirror so big you could hold it up to God's face and scream,
Look at what you've done.
Look at what you've done.
The world is beautiful but the people who live in it will lie to you.
Live with truth and meaning and don't be distracted by anything else.
Try and capture your own unique voice and take on things
And if one day, there's nothing left to write about, then that's the exciting part.
Because the need to write, will remain, and that's when you'll finally write
Who you are is a coin hidden underneath a sheet of paper. You have to take life like a pencil and rub it against the paper to see who you are, to find the bumps and lines.
The more hard, difficult things you go through, the more you know who you are and the clearer the picture of you becomes.
I know who I am, and on a good day, how to be me.
I don't know how to be happy even if sometimes, as if by accident, I am.
Maybe knowing who you are, can be enough.
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