The man behind the Phred

Gratitude is important, isn’t it, and no matter what anyone says, every little bit helps along the way.
You may at times feel more enriched than people who have everything and don’t appreciate it.

Wouldn’t you say that it is ~~ even based on the fact that we may not realize unconsciously ALL of the reasons we’ve made that choice.
YOU yourself make that choice “to be” everyday in which you wake up and decide to continue on though some would never make your choice “to be” - you’re still living and it may not be as bad as some think, considering how miserable some think of their life which is far removed from your own ~ yet you continue on.

If you’re speaking of suicide here, who can say for sure? I remember a time when, though I can’t ever see myself killing myself, there were a few moments (figuratively speaking) when I came to understand or close to understanding how some might want to take their own life.
Is it a choice? They say that freedom is when we have nothing left to lose. Perhaps this is when we make our choice.

So I suppose that I would say that we do have a choice but when we’ve come too close to that black hole, perhaps there can be no going back.

I think that we also make the choice “to not be” in particular moments ~ not suicide wise but when we refuse to continue on with courage…when we only see gloom and the doom, which is natural. After all, we are not gods but human flesh and blood. Sometimes it does take a great deal of courage and stick-to-it-iveness to continue on - along with a grudging OK to life.

How can you choose not to be when you’re already here? Not in terms of suicide, but the ever-governing question to exist or not to exist and to realize that you had no choice isn’t a fair realization, but neither is it fair for people to be able to run from the truth of it and do so much damage while trying not to be and trying to resist the fact that they exist and interact and cause things to happen all the same.

You know, it took me years of working on my patience to finally realize that I was just distracting myself with other things to pass the time. I was like, ‘technically, that’s not being patient at all.’

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Outside of the realm of suicide, choosing NOT TO BE for me (what I was referring to) is about simply existing like a rock or a vegetable, just being in a way where life is lived without being fully conscious or self aware, like a leaf blowing in the wind; where life holds very little meaning or purpose, and where it is basically just a drudge and something to be experienced at its lowest level of consciousness or almost at that level.

Granted, as humans, there ARE times when things occur when we may be tempted to let go and fall into this trap or actually do come to fall into this trap ~ we all have our tipping point ~ but the human spirit is capable of being transcendent if we can just realize this.

I’m not sure what you’re saying here. Are you saying that you disagree with the assumption that “having no choice” is valid - that it is an unfair and dishonest perception? at least at a particular time…

I agree with you. Unfortunately, we all have different levels of consciousness. Are we all capable of having the same level of it? If I say that I just didn’t realize that this would happen, what is it that determines my level of responsibility toward something which happened? Can it be the same for everyone insofar as realizing the consequences which a particular behavior might have?

But you misunderstand a vegetable at that point if you think they just do nothing while existing. It’s an impossibility to be alive, awake and aware and do absolutely nothing. Fucking impossible. Even without being awake or aware, that vegetable changed the world for being in it.

You call it the human spirit and it being the only one able to transcend and I tell you some vegetables have already transcended beyond you. Cut ego and pride out of the way.

I’m saying that you exist anyway. Your choice in the matter becomes an inconsequential thing except in terms of the damage you do before realizing just what it means to exist. You have no choice, as in, you existed before ever realizing that it could be a choice or that you could make a choice either way. You will still exist even if you choose not to.

We are all of us reading from the same book, different chapters, different pages; different perceptions and perspectives; but all the same book. Just got to defrag the mind like a computer and put in cliff notes and connecting ties between relevant material and take into account all the children that want to play and want attention, us included. Roll with the punches, surf the storms of life; etc., etc. The sad part is that these things mean absolutely nothing until they click with relevant material in your own life experiences.

Some Guy in History

Point taken. I agree with you on all three levels in a manner of speaking but I was speaking about sentience/consciousness though.

So tell me. What vegetables have already transcended beyond me?
Why would I be indulging in ego and pride to think of myself as more than a cucumber or a head of cabbage?

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The other side of that coin is in terms of what good we humans also do.

But that’s obvious. It goes without saying. But we do have the choice in deciding whether or not we wished it happened at all…not that that could change anything…except for the decision to end it all.

I’m not so sure that that is true but I suppose that you’re speaking about The Book of life?
Does that make a difference though? You probably like certain books that I do not like and visa versa.
But I do see your point. There is also that perspective.

The brain may be similar to the computer but it isn’t that easy going about trying to defrag the mind.
What steps do you use to do that?

Why is that so sad? You did say the below:

We’re all at different stages of the journey and we get there following different paths along the way.
Would you take a shortcut to get somewhere? Would you take a shortcut by advancing from path A to G or would you take every step and alphabetical path along the way to get to where you will eventually get?

So was I.

You vegetable racist, putting them all on the same level as their group names. It’s like, which black man is more smarter than me? That’s what you just fucking asked. Let me rub your nose in the shit you just took on the carpet.

Humans do good? Could have fooled me.

That’s the problem, it’s gone without being said for too long.

Humans do some good, I must at least admit this. They give me food stamps, so I can eat all the amount of non-sentient vegetables I can desire.

I figured it out; the why behind ‘why I don’t give a fuck’. It hit me all of a sudden. Life was fucking me so hard I decided to fuck back and life is like a super whore, so now I’m all out of fucks to give towards so many things. Now, life is the only thing that can satisfy me fully. And death? Icing on the cake. We’re in fuck-off land today with some fresh ‘fuck you’ breezes floating through and many millions of tiny to large fuckers that just need to get fucked more so that they, too, can run out of fucks to give. We are a species badly in need of a good fucking. Luckily, we’re masters at fucking ourselves and have already taken matters into our own hands. We’re the crazy kids whupping their own asses and claiming not to give a fuck cause fuck the world and fuck life that has shat on them and it’s like, you’re kicking your own ass, lol. Silly fuckers, trying not to give a fuck. Life will drag your fucks out of you kicking and screaming, from struggle-snuggle to rape. It knows what you got and wants it.

Not really. It wanted variety and you’re all the same, it’s why it’s bored of you all now and that’s the worst part of it. You all aren’t getting fucked because life dont give a fuck about you all that are all the same. Insecurity! Yay! :smiley: :smiley: :smiley:

I gave a fuck three times yesterday to spirits that don’t have flesh. I just don’t give a fuck about you fleshy fuckers. None of you are up on my dick. Luckily, I still has crazy enough to care somewhat and give some of a fuck, otherwise I wouldn’t bother posting such brilliant fucktardery as this. This takes talent! and skill! And none of you deserve it.

Mine. My crazies. You can’t has.

Boobies.

A mother was working in the kitchen and listening to her son playing with his new electric train in the living room.

She heard the train stop and her son say, “All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now 'cause this is the last stop. And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on get your asses in the train 'cause we’re leaving.”

The mother went into the living room and told her son, “We don’t use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room for two hours. When you come out you may play with your train. But I want you to use nice language.”

Two hours later the son comes out of the bedroom and resumes playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and mother heard her son say,“All passengers who are disembarking the train please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for riding with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon.”

“For those of you just boarding we ask you to store all your luggage under your seat. Remember there is no smoking except in the club car. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us.”

“And for those of you who are pissed off about the two hour delay please see the bitch in the kitchen.”