Here I Just Argue Against Sex, But More Especially Love

From what I’ve gathered, generally women are attracted to men who find pleasure in confrontation, not just for assholes who do. Your Salvia trip can be explained that way, see that tipping point as a vital part of your personality. I think everyone feels like a puppet when he is first provoked into a fight. Paying people to hit you isn’t the same as hitting them.

My friend used to use trees, axes and suicide to attract naked chicks, but it only worked for one summer.
Your laments make me wonder - what state is it exactly you live in?
Why don’t you move to California?

Yeah, I live in mass. Have considered cal, but because of warm weather and homeless acceptance.

I think you’re right about the tipping point, and when I sum it up, objective points of view help more.

I guess you could say I’m not one to fuck with, however, I act if its okay for you to do so. I guess thats the suprise of me. I dont want to act, so please dont force me to act. Its never a threat with me, it only becomes so, after the fact.

LOVE IS EXISTENCE ITSLEF- YOU YOURSELF ARE NOTHING MORE THAN LOVE- YOU CAN DO NOTHING OTHER THAN LOVE- NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO FROM EATING A BOWL OF CEREAL TO CALLING SOMEONE A BAD NAME- YOU ARE DOING IT BECAUSE OF LOVE- JUST AS LONG AS YOU EXIST YOU AND EVERYTHING IN YOUR LIFE IS MADE UP OF LOVE- YOUR PROBLEM IS NOT WITH LOVE, BUT WITH LACK OF LOVE

Your all as mad as a box of frog’s, and should definitely seek refuge in some type of warden controlled institution were you can get some rest (and possibly some medication), as for the question of love, this is a thing that grows between two people over time. There is no love at first sight, only lust and intrigue. Love starts to develop when people come to trust and rely on one another. Before trust there is only obsession, born out of a need for companionship. All that stuff about loving object’s is pure shit, only possible if you take too many drugs and go wonky in the head.

=D>

Should, yeah. Maybe will. I live in NYC.

Okay okay. I tend to agree with you, and I appreciate your perspective, but you’ve run into a problem here with your definition that is seen similarly when trying to define ‘god’.

When you conclude that something is everything, that the universe is incapable of engendering something that is not a part of this thing you are defining, then of what use is your conclusion? What is the practical application of a definition which includes the whole of all being? You want us all to ‘feel the love’, I get it, but do you really think such broad assertions will get the point across?

Also, you say that everything is love, but then go on to say his problem is ‘lack of love’. Which is it?

All I can say is that I disagree, and that if you took all those drugs you would maybe have a shot at understanding that. I feel the love. I am sorry that you do not. It must be painful in your world.

It’s not about the object itself. It’s about loving reality, existence, and experience. Loving objects is pure shit, I agree. It’s materialist and superficial. I love objects as they are part of my reality, my existence, but I don’t love specific objects. There’s a fine line.

what problem? -god is undefineable- the use of my conclusion (same as practical application) is to preach love- yes i think they will- and to clarify they are not that broad at all. if everything is love then there must be differences in amount if there are differences in everything. if not you would be the same as a rock and therefore could only show as much love as a rock- but im sure you can show more love than a rock right? there is a difference right? i should hope so :smiley:

Now how is this not mundane babble? Really?

Don’t read the game. It’s played out. You can’t pick up chicks with it. You know how to pick up girls?

  1. Be interesting.
  2. find a girl you think is interesting.
  3. Go ask her questions.
  4. Listen to her answers. Agree when you can. Disagree when you can
  5. Repeat until she wants to hump your face.

OR learn to tend bar. all chicks dig bartenders. You could also learn to play guitar. Chicks dig whiny guys with no self confidence, IF they play guitar. Or you could just drug them, but that’s illegal.

But in the end, it’s probably easier to just go gay. I mean you could chase after girl tail all night, when your bi-curious friend Tyler would be more than willing to give it up if you just nudged him and smiled. try it.
Say:
“Tyler, I’ve had a notion we might could hump. In fact, I’ve been wanting to ask you for months, but it’s only tonight after half a bottle of Beam and a couple of Stella’s that I feel confident that my man love has found its reflection.”
He’ll stumble a little. That’s ok, that’s just fear. USe that fear to establish yourself as the alpha. Just whip it out and let the fun commence.

When in doubt, just go gay. It worked for Karl Rove, it’ll work for you…

Where is the argument against sex? That sounded interesting. :slight_smile:

mr shambles wrote:

I find it a bit strange that you say you feel the love, but don’t mention all the hate that exists with it. In my world it can be pretty painful sometimes, but thats life in the real world, I’m sure you must have to come down to it sometimes surely. Anyway, my only real point was that love is not something that can flow from the universe into you, it’s not present in that way. Love is a thing that needs to be nurtured and feed. When two people have spent enough time respecting, considering ,protecting and caring for each other, there feelings for each other is love. you cant click your fingers and start loving things just because they share your space, this is a form of intrigue not love.

From what I’ve seen, the extent of love is giving someone a nickname, as if you now possess them.

From what I’ve seen, most marriages are a financial partnership.

From what I’ve seen, seduction and the dating process is deception, or at least, a hide and seek game of human flaws.

Someone above mentioned females interested in males who enjoy confrontation. I think both sexes who engage in conflict play acting are stupid. Sure those males will tell me they get laid, and I dont, but fuck them. How about that for confrontation?
Fuck them. I hope they get someone they dont love pregnant and feel locked in for life. Do you feel the disgust I have, because that is what conflict is made of: separation. There is no, “our bodies are one” That companionship is wrong from the start, in that it is dishonest. Even if you later become honest with each other, you must ignore the fact that the foundation for your relationship cannot be rectified.

All those men who read dating tip books on how to successfully trick the female everytime, do it successfully, but they dont know love, and by practicing such deception, I think they know love even less.

My main point is this: I find myself very lovable, and yet I have not loved or been loved. When I look at the reasons why, I can see how it is justified. However, those same reasons cheapen my ideals, and negate this universal emotion that people pledge their forever to.

You can love yourself. You can pleasure yourself. That’s goes against the pursuit of sex. You dont need anyone. Sure, its fun to think we need them, until we realize people will eventually reject you or die.

We are social creatures, but not in a “need to uphold it, value” sort of way. Not at all. Everything I have expressed here was not face to face. And seeing my thoughts expressed is enough, even if nobody replies directly to it.

“A beautiful girl will turn your world into dust.”

nano-bug wrote:

You seriously need to find a bird nano-bug, unless your a lot younger than you sound. In which case you need to chill out a lot, by the time you do find someone you’ll already hate her to much to connect. Let me just say that in all seriousness, there is love, but first you need to spend a bit of time with some girls and find one that either likes you or is desperate, once you’ve been out a few times you’ll like each other more, and eventually you might have a little baby and when you do, after a while you’ll know what love is.

No offence to the romantics in the crowd, but it is.