Self Deprecation

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One of the ways to tell what kind of inner constitution someone has is by the amount of self-deprecation they exhibit in the presence of others.

Someone who can pummel themselves in front of other people with cheerful lightheartedness is someone who is strong enough to be one’s own critic in the company of others.

I don’t mean the Woody Allen brand, the existential angst kind of deprecation. That’s just miserable nonsense. I mean the kind where a person can join others in making a mockery of themselves and laugh with them. Anybody who hasn’t yet learned to do this finds the image they wish to present, as the strong serious type, as something they need in order to be recognized and respected by others.

Of course there is nothing wrong with this way, per se, but it is woefully incomplete and demonstrates a narrow-mindedness in understanding oneself. This person believes they will be denied by the others if for even a moment they appear not to take themselves seriously. Do you all know the kind I am talking about?

I have known a few people on the boards for a while now, and I have never once seen them self-deprecate. Not once. Not even the slightest joke or mockery or admittance of folly. Do they have no sense of humor? That’s not it, they do have a sense of humor, but they are not able to turn that toward themselves for fear of undermining the image they believe others have of them.

These poor souls don’t yet feel strong or confident enough to be able to do this because they care too much about being taken seriously.

It is not always the case that cracking a joke about yourself will remove all the preconceptions and impressions your company has of you. In fact, doing this can actually augment the respect they have of you, because you are showing them that it is okay to turn that cynicism toward yourself. But some are just sad, ultra-serious souls and cannot do this. Their lightheartedness is always feigned, something they are trying to have… not something that comes naturally and easily out of them from an abundance of strength. They ‘stammer about their virtues’, as Fritz put it.

Who can be a buffoon from on high yet still be taken seriously? The one who is truly comfortable with himself. The one who really doesn’t care what you think, the one who will eventually win you by the modesty of his own shining, self-deprecation, whether he wants to or not.

Damn you poor, stiff, sour souls who are not rich enough in spirit to stand ‘beside oneself’ in the company of others and do a little poking around. I can’t trust you.

And me? I can and will poke around, because I am overflowing.

In this thread you can do two things: discuss the nature of this topic philosophically, or self-deprecate.

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I’ll go first. I must be a crude, ignoble spirit because I cannot understand or find interesting the two kinds of music Saully just posted in the gay french thread. I could only tolerate such music if it was a soundtrack to a movie. I would never listen to it otherwise, lest I fall asleep. I am insensitive to it, don’t hear anything in it that moves me, and while I do appreciate it’s musical organization and composition, it seems to me to be over-deep, an expression of yearning that I don’t share. Something that belongs to a time that is gone, a people that are impossible, today. The tempo is too sad, too slow. I feel malaise. Boredom. For this reason I must be extraordinarily shallow. I wouldn’t buy this stuff if I found it at a yard sale for fifty cents.

This is why Saully is more profound than me. I am incapable of comprehending in it what Saully so easily can.

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Zoot,

I think that self realisation is more required than deprecation.
Nobody is perfect and all know that too. But, realising that is enough. I do not think that displaying that will serve any purpose either, especially on philosophy boards.

I do not mind little bit of humor but it should not use to insult anybody.

Secondly, more often than not, using very twisted language in any way cheats the very purpose of philosophy, which is to convey the subtle and complex notions to the others. Thus, its language should be such clear and simple that the discussion would restrict to the notions only, and not come down to the language, otherwise all goes in vain.

Take Nietzsche. The discussion happens more on what exactly he meant by his language, instead of his philosophy. Nobody precisely about his real intentions and ideas. And, all that happens because of his so called poeitic prose style of narration. That may be an asset in literature but useless in philosophy.

As far about shortcomings are concerned, I am slightly lazy or bit slow in almost all things. Slowness is in my nature, unless I am pushed otherwise, which I almost hate.

With love,
Sanjay

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I’m just happy Sauwelios is trying to think, even though its still stuck on Nietzsche and philosophy had long since pushed off from his musical position 50 some years ago. So its hardly cutting edge, but its new to him.

As to self-depricating… it can be taken too far. Alot of people said I look a lot like Robin Williams over the years, doesn’t help given I was born just outside the bay area. I really don’t buy into the biological possibility, but I do look at him as a representative of the hormonal mix. He ended it ad hoc, didn’t plan it out, just fucking determined to get it done. There is a ugly hollow spot under all that, eating away. A onion of social awareness, of loving and ambiguity, of hating and dying, regret and longing, accomplishments and surreal, manifest failures… all caried in stock reactions guaranteed to tickle and awaken others a few layers deep, but never as deep as yourself. Knowing everyone is just as deep in effects, but not in awareness at any given time… a few are, but the stories and fibs we tell one another to save face, to save one another the inconvienance of honesty, or the pain telling the truth would open up.

So everyone goes their separate ways, and life festers like a painful open wound, and you ultimately find yourself alienated and alone, because no one exists capable of reaching you, of touching you down deep into the deepest aspects of your soul. You’ve been putting an act on for so long… in doing so helping others, but you yourself, bled dry of life and reason… just the raw, exposed nerves of a horrible life. To act for the sake of others, and in these acts, you die a little each day alone, so alone… till it really fucking ends.

m.youtube.com/watch?v=w56RaJtzyM8

The Actor does not feel pain.

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Why should someone self deprecate if it ruins the message they’re trying to send? Some things in this life are serious and I notice that you trx to turn them into jokes just so you dont have to face that. Self deprecation is a lack of respect. Ill be the first to tear myself up and call my self worse things than anyone else could or would. Also if I find myself acting the fool, Ill often be the first to call my self on it. I dont see the point of doing so when we’re actually discussing important shit. You remind me of something Seth McFarlane said in a movie- Im not the hero, Im the guy in the crowd making fun of the hero. Why? Why put more stupid shit on people who have already taken too much of it? Because you cant find your own backbone to take yourself seriously when you need to? For my part, I wonder why people dont allow me to show my lighter side- my work is never finished and you would argue for the right to interject your deprecation of others into their threads of wisdom and look like an ass.

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You call it being too weak, but you dont see. When was the last time you stood up for something that actually meant something- when have you ever taken the heat for taking a stand? You havent. All that you want is to criticize something for nothing. All that I want is to give this one more try to be the best in the world. All that we want is some type of comfort and I fight so that such is not lost for good. Thats me. I cant speak for the other tight sphincters on these boards.

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I am a horrible person at times. I can rip people to shreds with my words and my pain and suffering and anger and hate would full-on take advantage of that curse and so I try to aim it to serve a loftier purpose. I push people beyond their limits some times but mostly because they help take it there. I believe in peoples potential and some times I am harsh or blunt with them. Id rather not be, but tell me you dont see the world around us. I have trouble self deprecating because there is not much left to be deprecative of.

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self depreciation is a kind of overcoming, overcoming of the perception , or giving the impression of self aggrandizement.

Depth has something to do with it, as well as shallowness. Realizng this, both angles are played, and for a good reason:

The existential dread of not coming to terms with the ontological reduction, thereby bracketing it, within sort of, existential limits, limits accessible, and somewhat unerstood;or hyper realize / deontoligize
into a minima or maxima of appreciation. The minima will be an eternal return, which is an irony posed by Nietzche, to again, give impressions, rather then expect the herd to understand Liebnitz’s vision.
Kant strted this, and hoped his dilution will satisfy this socially implied process, but his filure became evident even on this level.

The ontological magnification, per identifiction, became a primary mode of appreciating any of Kant,
therefoee the ontic differentiation, was a coup de grace for those, minimally invested in him. (Kant).

The ontic presentation, thereafter, gave rise to the reduction of phenomenology, toward acceptable levels, thereby, ‘bracketing it’, but, it too did not work on a socially presumed fabric.

What follows is the Sessuarean signing of the demoted comprehension, to underplay the exaggerted nuances of posturing, and supported by a neo Christian modality, of which N disapproved, yet, he did not anticipate the failure of newly emerging social contracts.

Therefore, hyper reality conflicts with morality per se,
and morality beomes the bases of any desired return to a status quo, as the battle between the ideal representations of earliest identity formation dissolves the primary moe of differentiating the elements of that identity.

The end result is religious fervor of moral understanding, a return to the existential prioritizing of the reduced phenomena to logistics. Differentiating on this level fails, because it subsumes the same dynamic, therefore causing the opposite, of integrating these contradictory processes, thereby causing another inflation.

Another turn of the screw, and the deflationary processes are set into motion, using any available
philosophical basis, primarily returning to the morality basis of ideal processes. Here, again the self is depreciated, as a defense mechanism, using elementary logics of reversal, (unwittingly-giving that impression, or wittngly in case of manipulation)

These processes are complex nuanced anomalies between purposeful and unrealized actions, giving heed to very finely tuned variations of the anima.

If this process could have been successfully bracketed, it would have not risen to worrisome level, but, given the obvious distortion caused by the dis association between tech-psych, and aesthete-psych, the worry is great and manifold. This distortion is no longer a simple magnified delusion, nor an equally easy reduction, but is a view through a lens of great darkness.

Here, those who proclaim the Epicurian simplicity, are well wishers, singularly to be commended, but with an effect of frankly, a simulated fabrication.

If this seems too dark, it is with the hope of a very slight but extremely powerful light at the end of the tunnel. Only another ‘everyman’ can process it and bring itm to fruition. No less then a miracle is called for to bring back the moment of aspiration.

As far as joking or buffonary is concerned, these are symbols of long past, and they have become symbols of resignation, not of hope. It is no joke, conveyed succesfully, it is a joke upon the self, it is the laughing stock of a pretense.

It simply can not work, and for philosophical reason. Tried not to bring it to this level, but someone mentioned ‘depth’, and the self has lost it, and is constantly and increasingly loosing it, calling for a reclamation. Such can no longer be one of a re-invention of shallow cosmetics, no one buys that any more.

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I don’t know what the word Sessuarean means. I thought maybe Strauss, but then saw no T, then Sartre, but again no Ts, and came to realize no… he us quoting a whole other Frenchman I never have read, and it just made me feel… indifferent to the French. I literally don’t know what I’m missing, and my ignorance of contemporary continental philosophy makes me feel so… ALIVE!

Am I the only one who has the sexual fantasy of being dragged out in a Maoist Struggle Session in front of everyone, degraded using cliches derived from revolutionary rhetoric out of context, being told I’m a toady for the oppressors because I use ball point pens, and a capitalist roader… and then everyone looks at my shoes, and asks me seriously, what’s up with that? And the shit going on with my hair, and the session becomes a critique of my fashion choices and my large, slightly crooked nose… and I ejaculate, in front of everyone, without touching myself, from the awkward criticism lodged against my personhood alone?

The worst form of megalomania arises in absolute humility and sincerity. I’m am a fractured man, of depth, and ultimately what you take from the experience. What I project, others object. What they take away, I begin to fade away. I begin in my end, hence why I sprout so much shit. All the spite, I feel alive.

I’m completely made up, so fucked up… And I’m getting off on it too. I just orgasmed at the thought of my exposure, seeing my fakeness and my seeing your dissaproval. There is nothing real to me. Everyone is real, I am fake. I am ashamed, and impoverished to the point I have nothing to be ashamed of. The waves of estacy, discombobulation in the commotion, deriving riotious joys from the locamotion, the wonderful, passing, sneering faces. Make me pretty, to make me me, if you can hate me, you make me sweet.

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I think self realisation requires self deprecation, one form being confession of one’s perceived weaknesses to others.

There’s a problem with the concept of laziness. You are sitting on the sofa and the timer on the oven goes off. Pizza’s done. You’re hungry and wanted to eat right away but you don’t want to get off the couch. You think ‘I’m getting lazy’. But are you? You have decided you don’t want to get up and committed to staying on the couch instead. In this sense to call you lazy would be a misnomer because you are motivated to stay seated on the couch.

But I thank you for sharing this with me. That’s what you gotta do man. You gotta give it away, Sanjay.

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Who am I kidding. I’m not going to do a damn thing but settle down with a steady job and rent a room in a house somewhere and do the same routine everyday. The uneventful routine of living normally. All this crap about revenge is a bunch of bologna. I need to stop trying to play the tough guy at philosophy forums. If I were smart I would’ve tried to take legal action or recorded these incidents in greater detail so that I could do something with it to ‘better’ the situation for others.

I am an underachieving douchbag who will never be more than a skydiving sex offending genius musician carpenter philosopher felon nomadic wandering swashbuckler with a serious complex of some sort who knows what the fuck it is, and a wonderful sense of humor. I will be nothing more than that. I will work between 30 and 40 hours a week doing my trade and go to the same place every evening and sit on a piece of furniture in front of a TV and play station. I will eat microwave dinners. I will pay bills. I will be on and off these forums until I fucking die. In here at eighty years old still arguing the same nonsense. But my posts will be smaller and littered with typos.

Realistically there is a possibility that could get me out of the country if I do it right, or if it happens a certain way. My mother has a small pension and is on social security. She has exactly 40,000 dollars in the bank. She owns a three bedroom house. She estimates that if she lives more than 15 years she will run out of money. I doubt it. She has a CD or two I think.

Now don’t for a second think I would want her to die as soon as possible. Why? Because even if she runs out of money, selling her house would get me a small profit after the banks reverse mortgage loan was paid off.

And there is thousand of dollars of furniture in that house.

So wouldn’t it be reasonable to believe that I could move to a country somewhere in central america or southeast asia? Consider the currency exchange.

Fast forward. What am I going to do in my seventies? What kind of social security am I going to get if I’ve worked half my life under the table?

Will I go to some kind of socialistic, government financed senior citizen center where I’ll have a little room?

Really, what are my options? Should I steal a car when I’m 75 so I can die in peace and comfort in a prison somewhere with all my basic needs taken care of. That’s not a bad idea. I’m not kidding when I say that. What kind of difference is there between a state prison and a retirement home, excepting the criminal people?

Now if this post isn’t self deprecation you people got a problem. I just pwned this shit.

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It’s because I just smoked some chronic that I got psychotronic. Ya’ll jam.

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I was supposed to be a ground breaking microbiologist and know every time more about every time less until I became the phd number one expert about a certain proteine on top of a certain fimbria of a certain bacteria on the inside of a bum’s asshole. But I quit. I’m a quitter. I get enough at the point where I can see every engine turning inside of my head, amf then I leave them unfinished. Finidhed things are just vanity anyway. What is the point, once you know what it is, or what it was meant to be, to go and follow it through? Compl3timg things is so that others can see it and marvel at what you’ve done. Well, fuck others, and fuck everything.
Just going to make 5 min doodles out of life.
Someone gimme an idea for a 5 min doodle.

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I see the sparkle in your eyes behind your post and I can even begin to see when and for what they lose that sparkle. I doubt that thats all you will be in your life. As far as labels go, you might be right, but youre not fully satisfied with that. What youre saying is that you will never learn and grow, that your genius will only go so far when its already gone beyond. Its a false limitation. Dont get hung up on the bad you did, but what good you can do. Who you were as a stepping stone helping others deal with stupid impulses. Everyone needs a hobby after all.

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Ive had those thoughts and they dont satisfy me. I see the dismal reality all around on all sides. Fuck it. Its why I pave my own and why I do what I do how I do. Be your own man and someone you can respect and just fuck it if the system shunts you out. At least youd be willing to face it and have a plan.

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Rest assured, no retirement home will take a ex-felon, especially with six counts of sexual misconduct, you creepy sex offender.

You have two choices, that don’t involve violent suicide. 1) You can buy a used Yatch in Oahu, and sail it out to the Big Island, and catch Tuna and eat lots and lots of fruit, and race me in my boat, or 2) you can start practicing your mental disease now, and admit yourself into a really posh insane asylum, and every once in a while stand on top of a shelf in the dayroom screaming at a giant sharkapuss that only you can see, who is out to steal your socks.

I myself, I’m gonna boat. I’ve lived in Hawaii, Ive seen guys reaching retirement loose their house in divorce and the better chunk of their money due to the wife, or work dumped them. They have enough for a plane ticket and a $5,000 yatch, and waste it on rent and paying gas for their car. Just fuck it… when your a old guy, shit isn’t gonna get better unless your kids pity you.


Old Age/ Dradus Contact, get ready to jump.

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That’s no way to treat the mentally ill Ferg. What is important is that I never do it again. And I will not.

An asylum isn’t necessary. I’m not a danger to society nor will I ever become one.

Very well played though. One of the best I’ve seen in over eight years… and I’ve seen quite a few.

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That is how they will see you, not how I see you (well, somewhat.) I used to work in a hospital (quit that), remember old guys needing medical care after release from the hospital being denied access to any group homes cause they had a felony when younger. They would sit around in the lounge out front the first night scared. Guess they craw off into the woods to die after that. Homeless with a permanent catheter in them… cane. One guy had 42 homes called for him across Ohio, Pennsylvania, and West Virginia.

Literally no one will take you. Im not being funny, just the truth. Its painful and horrifying.

Hence, I recommend pretending to being insane than getting arrested… they treat you better in a asylum, you get to watch TV, play puzzles, have nice windows, interesting roommates, and outside time, and better food. Way better than holding up a liqour store and getting thrown into a slammer all cause your Brookes from Shawshank Redemption.

Way better than either of those options, sailing the pacific, from the Big Island to Midway, listening to “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay”.

m.youtube.com/watch?v=rTVjnBo96Ug

When I’m old, I’m gonna get me a old toothless hag from Molokai to provide me with gummed up BJs as I pilot the boat too and fore. I heard at that age, they either give up completely on sex, or loose their inhibitions and do just about anything. I want the latter, and such women can prepare fish and fruit dinners from a boat, being Polynesian and all.

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Never happen. I’ll be getting some minimum amount of social security from the taxes I have and am paying right now. Maybe a few hundred a month? Maybe four… I don’t know what social security will be like when I’m 67. Add this little bit to what I’ll get from selling the house and assets, move to central america, southeast asia, or somewhere in india. In india americans don’t need a visa or passport and can stay as long as ten years at a time with no problems. In any of these cases you can end up investing and/or working in these countries. I’ll be off the sex offender registry in fourteen years as well.

When and if I become broke I’ll be brought back to the states somehow, I imagine. From there, old and broke, I find a homeless shelter. They are everywhere and by the time I’m seventy two they’ll all be like first rate hotels if the liberals stay in power.

But who really cares at seventy-five years old. By that age it dudin’t matter if your wealthy. What are you gonna do with it? Buy a more comfortable chair?

Life in the years man. Not years in the life. Do a jump with a 45 second free fall at a buck twenty and you’ll understand. A static line jump just won’t do it for you.

I like that boat idea. I wonder if I could buy a boat and stay anchored off the coast of some third would country where I can live comfortably off of sixty cents a day. You gotta boat do you? Do any water skiing? When I was thirteen I could almost land a wake flip on a hydro slide, and if you can learn to stand up on the board you can surf behind the boat. Had that board until I was twenty one. I remember when it was stolen in Wilmington. My girl and I had to sleep in the back of the jeep because we couldn’t get a hotel. But there was no room for the board. I put it under the jeep like an idiot and sure enough somebody got it over night while we were sleeping.

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And one more thing. Your team owes me a days wages for skipping work today so I could come on here and explain all this shit to you.