So much for me to process here, but I’ll give it a try. First let me say I respect and acknowledge you as a human being FIRST. I don’t know which gender you were born into and to which you do desperately want to transition. What I’m confused by is why does it matter? Better said: why does something you know to be the truth (your gender) become real only if those around you acknowledge it?
Maybe im missing something. I’m female and the last thing on my mind at any given second of the day is obsessing whether those around me find me “female“ enough. I’ve had suicidal thoughts but it’s never involved anything having to do with how others perceived me.
Again, trying to understand here and trying not to preach. If you do have a maker, He loves the being you are. The beautiful being He made. You have to be more - much more - than your genitalia or physical appearance. Your comment was highly intelligent and caught my attention. You are someone I’d love to have a conversation with at a party.
So why so much emphasis on how people perceive you if you know, to your core, the truth? Why bring up Trump at all when he’s a tiny, close-minded moron? You have to think you’re something more than a physical body on a rock barreling through black space. I don’t even know you and I’m convinced you are.
Your physical body doesn’t need to be “corrected”. What would it fix? Seriously, you are an intelligent soul in a temporary meat uniform and are probably gorgeous the way you are.
I’m baffled as to why nihilism is equated with hopelessness or “asshole-ism” when I speak to others about it. I (almost jokingly) call myself a nihilist because I truly believe my life has no meaning. I am but one organism in a giant soup of beautiful organisms. If I have “meaning” - in my humble opinion - it means the maggots in my compost bin have equal meaning. I consider us, them, whatever...all a curious, albeit awesome, accident of nature.
While I think my life has no point (in the “being an accident” sense) I am exhilarated to be alive. How cool it is to experience wind, sun, procreation, driving, art, love, and on and on!
I truly believe nihilism and “hope” are not mutually exclusive. I still get up every day and do cool shit cause it’s fascinating to be alive. I can affect things, make things, and help other “accidents” with their problems.
Nihilism to me is humility. It’s a big universe and we mean f-all in the grand scheme. Enjoy the ride and make of it what you will.
I’m baffled as to why nihilism is equated with hopelessness or “asshole-ism” when I speak to others about it. I (almost jokingly) call myself a nihilist because I truly believe my life has no meaning. I am but one organism in a giant soup of beautiful organisms.
You're baffled because you're a happy nihilist, as opposed to a bitter, resentful one.
Thank you. I was waiting for someone to bring this up.
Native Floridian, born and raised. My whole life I’ve lovingly referred to our mad little peninsula as “The Freakshow State” (from personal observation growing up in Miami-Dade). This area most certainly deserves the title, but there’s a whole lotta state left. Boring orange groves, swamp, and simple folk. If you stay away from a few metropolitan areas you’ll be good.
Some areas are indeed crazy, but the public transparency laws paint the whole state as a festering cesspool.
Heck,yeah! They’ll have to pry my RSS feed out of my cold, dead hands.
Getting my “content” via RSS is like reading in a cozy, quiet library, whereas with social it’s like trying to read between a busy construction site and a highway on-ramp, complete with obnoxious honking and plastered with billboards.
How would you describe your "own thing"? What does a day look like when you're living off the 80k interest? Be as specific as possible.
I have a lot of experience in this area. (Obsessed about retirement from about age 22, and set a goal for 30. Did it.) This is a very important question to ponder at the beginning. :)
I should probably add why I'm asking this question. I thought all those years I was working my ass off, missing out on so many things in life, and destroying my marriage over this goal that I needed to have the money first THEN realize my dreams. If your dreams are "freedom" and "doing my own thing" you probably don't need $2.2 million to do them today. But I don't know what they are, so that's why I asked. Sure, if your dream is to buy Ferraris and pop expensive champagne every night, you really do need that money.
Mine or more simple: traveling practically full time, getting a farm and building crazy inventions on it, etc. I really didn't need a lot of money to do either of these things. For example there are sites like workaway.info where you can go live and work on a farm, or on a beautiful vineyard in France, or in a cool hotel in the tropics, etc. TODAY.
There are similar resources for travelers.
For anything I could imagine wanting back then, I could've easily achieved by being a little resourceful, creative, and reaching out to those who could help me in exchange for my skills/talents.
Bottom line is, you would be amazed at the life you can live outside the mainstream economy. I think it's one of the best kept secrets in the world.
I don't regret how I did things entirely, but thinking about this very carefully in the beginning would've saved me a whole lot of heartache and distress.
What Mizza said: "Realize that you are an artist." What perfect, elegant statement. And so very true!
I'm a professional artist and have been earning 50-100% of my living through my art for about 20 years. I sold a publishing company I co-founded about 5 years ago and was so burned out, bitter, and over the art world that I went through a devastating creative slump that took 3.5 years to dig my way out of.
It was the first time in my life I didn't create art in some form daily. I was convinced my creative talents were either atrophied or dead when business idea after business idea either failed or were abandoned.
I was fortunate, however, to have the ability to take several years off and just tinker. Once the burden/responsibility of creating solely for monetary gain was lifted, everything changed.
I would say, "Let me build this idiotic thing I'm thinking about today!" The sillier the idea, the more I welcomed it because, after all, I'm not an artist anymore and my career is over.
Just the process of saying "f-it" and trying damn near anything has turbo-charged my creativity. So much so, that I feel the way I did when I was a child.
When you completely relax, get your mind out of your own rear end, and just try neat - albeit meaningless - crap, amazing things can happen.
The point is not the failed side project! The point is all the beneficial things you learned/solved for/figured out to make something cool. They stay with you and will benefit you in ways you can never, ever expect.
Recently, I decided I wanted a vertical clothesline. Stupid, right? Something nobody would ever buy. (Oh well.) I have a very shady back yard and wanted the ability to move my clothes to whichever point in my yard had the most sunlight given the time of day. Just the process of figuring out how to get an entire load of laundry quickly onto this contraption and then have it fold down into nothing when not in use was an intense creative exercise...especially because I have no engineering background.
I could go on and on about how side projects with no hope of monetary gain saved my grits.
(Love this community...finally something on which I can offer "expert" advice. ;) )
So I see you've learned everything you know about the South from TV/movies.
When you get a chance, visit (in person) Jacksonville, Savannah, Asheville, Charleston, Austin, Birmingham, Atlanta...and on and on. It's amazing how they're just like the other non-hateful cities from time to time.
Dude, I'd actually pay a toll to have safe, isolated bike lanes wherever I wanted to go. If there's not enough demand/money for bike lanes I'm sure others would pony up too. The lack of human-navigable roads in my neck of the woods (Florida) is astounding.
Maybe im missing something. I’m female and the last thing on my mind at any given second of the day is obsessing whether those around me find me “female“ enough. I’ve had suicidal thoughts but it’s never involved anything having to do with how others perceived me.
Again, trying to understand here and trying not to preach. If you do have a maker, He loves the being you are. The beautiful being He made. You have to be more - much more - than your genitalia or physical appearance. Your comment was highly intelligent and caught my attention. You are someone I’d love to have a conversation with at a party.
So why so much emphasis on how people perceive you if you know, to your core, the truth? Why bring up Trump at all when he’s a tiny, close-minded moron? You have to think you’re something more than a physical body on a rock barreling through black space. I don’t even know you and I’m convinced you are.
Your physical body doesn’t need to be “corrected”. What would it fix? Seriously, you are an intelligent soul in a temporary meat uniform and are probably gorgeous the way you are.