Jeff Rosenstock beat you to itAnnnnnd you just discovered the hypocrisy of punk. At some point or another you are going to sell out or you already have and just don't want to admit it.
I'm proud of you.
Jeff Rosenstock beat you to it
Also that's dumb and kiiiind of completely missing the point. Punk is a community of generally disenfranchised outsiders who the system isn't working for, or who understand that the system isn't working for millions of people. "Selling out" (which is a bad phrase) isn't "you must do everything yourself and not associate with capitalism at all" or whatever, it's "don't scrap your principles and bail from the community just for a big paycheque". Like the first one is ridiculous, just because you don't like the current system doesn't mean you have to entirely reject it and go off and start everything over from scratch.
Oh and no need for the condescending tone thankssssssss
Fap moreI only fapped once today. What is wrong with me?
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I've not fapped in a week, am I going to die?I only fapped once today. What is wrong with me?
I'm so much happier now that I'm dead. Technically missing. Soon to be presumed dead. Gone. And my lazy lying shitting oblivious husband will go to prison for my murder. Nick Dunne took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That's murder. Let the punishment fit the crime.
To fake a convincing murder you have to have discipline. You befriend a local idiot. Harvest the details of her humdrum life and cram her with stories about your husband's violent temper. Secretly create some money troubles: credit cards, perhaps online gambling. With the help of the unwitting, bump up your life insurance. Purchase getaway car. Craigslist. Generic. Cheap. Pay cash. You need to package yourself so that people will truly mourn your loss. And America loves pregnant women. As if it's so hard to spread your legs. You know what's hard? Faking a pregnancy. First, drain your toilet. Invite pregnant idiot into your home and ply her with lemonade. Steal pregnant idiot's urine. Voilà! A pregnancy is now part of your legal medical record.
Happy Anniversary. Wait for your clueless husband to start his day. Off he goes... and the clock is ticking. Meticulously stage your crime scene with just enough mistakes to raise the specter of doubt. You need to bleed. A lot. A lot, a lot. The head wound kind of bleed. A crime scene kind of bleed. You need to clean; poorly, like he would. Clean and bleed, bleed and clean. And leave a little something behind: a fire in July? And because you're you, you don't stop there.
You need a diary. Minimum three hundred entries on the Nick and Amy story. Start with the fairy-tale early days: those are true, and they're crucial. You want Nick and Amy to be likable. After that, you invent. The spending, the abuse, the fear, the threat of violence. And Nick thought he was the writer... burn it, just the right amount. Make sure the cops will find it. Finally, honor tradition with a very special treasure hunt. And if I get everything right, the world will hate Nick for killing his beautiful, pregnant wife. And after all the outrage, when I'm ready, I'll go out on the water with a handful of pills and a pocket full of stones. And when they find my body, they'll know: Nick Dunne dumped his beloved like garbage, and she floated past all the other abused, unwanted, inconvenient women. Then Nick will die too. Nick and Amy will be gone, but then we never really existed.
Nick loved a girl I was pretending to be. "Cool girl". Men always use that, don't they? As their defining compliment: "She's a cool girl". Cool girl is hot. Cool girl is game. Cool girl is fun. Cool girl never gets angry at her man. She only smiles in a chagrined, loving manner. And then presents her mouth for fucking. She likes what he likes, so evidently he's a vinyl hipster who loves fetish Manga. If he likes girls gone wild, she's a mall babe who talks for football and endures buffalo wings at Hooters. When I met Nick Dunne I knew he wanted "Cool girl". And for him, I'll admit: I was willing to try. I wax-stripped my pussy raw. I drank canned beer watching Adam Sandler movies. I ate cold pizza and remained a size two. I blew him, semi-regularly. I lived in the moment. I was fucking game. I can't say I didn't enjoy some of it. Nick teased out in me things I didn't know existed. A lightness, a humor, an ease. But I made him smarter. Sharper. I inspired him to rise to my level. I forged the man of my dreams. We were happy pretending to be other people. We were the happiest couple we knew. And what's the point of being together if you're not the happiest? But Nick got lazy. He became someone I did not agree to marry. He actually expected me to love him unconditionally. Then he dragged me, penniless, to the navel of this great country and found himself a newer, younger, bouncier cool girl. You think I'd let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn't get to win. My cute, charming, salt-of-the-earth Missouri guy. He needed to learn. Grown-ups work for things. Grown-ups pay. Grown-ups suffer consequences.
Zero²;214053540 said:I've not fapped in a week, am I going to die?
Let me proceed to show everyone.
I haven't shaved in almost two weeks. It looks gross.
Let me proceed to show everyone.
Love you Em.
I haven't shaved in almost two weeks. It looks gross.
Let me proceed to show everyone.
Em's frustration makes me lol, because the AF is notorious for treating its people the best and having far and away the highest QoL.
I love it!Love you Em.
I haven't shaved in almost two weeks. It looks gross.
Let me proceed to show everyone.
Aircraft maintenance is a totally different ballgame.
god damn ball bearings and lubes and tubes
I deal with too much lube
Me too lol. But for different reasonsI deal with too much lube
Lol. Ok. Cool. You really nailed what I was saying there, really got to the heart of it oh no wait, no you fucking didn't. Living outside of capitalism is a literal impossibility if you want to stay living in America or the UK or any other similar Western countries. Recognising that isn't fucking selling out. Doing a Ben Weasel and actively embracing it? That's selling out.Tell that to the gutter punks from the 80s and you most likely will get your ass kicked.
You are basically saying "stick to your principles but don't let it make you the slightest bit uncomfortable"
Punk as I know it and kind of experienced it in the late 90s was a bunch of poor loser kids who intentionally bought second hand clothes from thrift shops and did everything they possibly could to live in defiance of capitalism and all that it stood for.
What we mostly have today in punk is some fashion for kids that don't want to look like everyone else. It's a fucking industry and I can't take it seriously.
Not that I would want to because I've sold out just like the majority of the other punks. Because you realize how futile it is to defy a system that is never ever going to go away.
So you vote and you buy local and you do your best to live a moral life but the impossibility of living outside of capitalism is always at the forefront and the socialist utopian dream is dead. So you buy a house and cars and you just accept that you are a cog in the machine.
But please continue thinking that punk is just something you think about and was never actually a lifestyle for people for decades.
Lol. Ok. Cool. You really nailed what I was saying there, really got to the heart of it oh no wait, no you fucking didn't. Living outside of capitalism is a literal impossibility if you want to stay living in America or the UK or any other similar Western countries. Recognising that isn't fucking selling out. Doing a Ben Weasel and actively embracing it? That's selling out.
Oh and thanks for insulting me and a load of my friends (including trab lol). I'm sure they'll love to hear that they just don't want to look like everyone else and that they don't really care. They'll probably be happy to know that they can drop the veganism and going to protests, maybe they'll stop being poor and start buying places to rent out and stuff. Start making gigs more expensive so they actually make a profit.
The windows from the bridge/CIC are ridiculously thin. You'd think those would be super insulated and probably bullet/shrapnel proof, but budget.
I'm 34 in 20 minutes.
Weeeeee.
Happy birthday to me.
god i'm depressed
i'm doing something tomorrow
prolly going into the city