People want to be confident. People want high self-esteem. These things are drugs. Why are they drugs? Because they are emotional states. You go to sleep a confident man and wake up drowning in melatonin that clouds your senses.
I plead for self-compassion, but even self-compassion is an emotion.
There is something that transcends emotions. Something that transcends feelings of inferiority and grandiosity, anger and sadness. Values and self-respect. With self-respect, you will win shit tests even if you lose the girl. That sounds abstract and weird, doesn’t it.
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The following is a list of rules I devised for myself in 2012, after visiting my father. Back then, I must have had an inkling that I would be in need of these positive and necessary rules for living a good life later, when I would forget. For rules of others have never convinced me, I needed a set of rules that were absolutely life-affirming, logical and growth-oriented. A set of rules that would not allow a man not to be positive.
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Words hurt me because school taught me that those words hurt others. If people say something is dangerous and very damaging, you tend to believe. Especially when they are so fucking grown up and should know, right.
Grown ups. Hey, you fucking grown ups. I am big now and I’m no better. Will you not tell me how to grow up, finally. But you don’t know it yourselves, do you. No one told you how to be grown up, but somebody gave you the right to educate me.
Now I am to be self-responsible for a life full of your mistakes.
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Sometimes I think, there’s gotta be something out there. Yeah, me too. Really? Let’s kiss.
Sometimes I think, there’s gotta be something out there. I don’t understand. Oh, you will, some day.
But maybe it’s not even something to be found out there. Maybe you have to go deep inside yourself to find it.
Or you are just bat-shit crazy.
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I walk past the newspaper stand. Big letters say “He”. Wait, where did I hear that? Oh right, I myself called him the he. The devil. Seems stupid, I only see the picture of a guy at the beach. I laugh out loud. Yeah, he. Uh-huh.
The devil is scary, sure. But there’s some excitement involved in fighting him, undeniably. He is the absolute evil. He is exempt from morals. Or is he?
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Or: Is dystopia real?
Manipulism and the Weapon of Guilt: Collectivism Exposed is a book written by Mikkel Clair Nissen, a man I have known through Facebook for two years and whom I value as an honest person and discussion partner. I wish I could say friend, but I have not met him yet. There will be a time for that.
Mikkel’s book touches upon a topic that has had great impact on my life: narcissism and the politics that a narcissist desires, namely a welfare state.
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Ched Evans was convicted and sentenced for rape. I am not going to discuss whether that was appropriate; I think it was not, but that is not the point of my article. Ched Evans wants to play football again. Cool for him; who cares but his friends and fans, right. A big debate arises. A petition is started by Jean Hatchet, some self-proclaimed radical feminist enduring the sufferings of Poe’s law, not to allow him to play football again. It already has some 20.000 signers. Why does she even care? Does she know him? Does she want justice? What is justice?
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