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Without question, the first thing I do in the morning is light up the vapouriser. It’s like making a cup of tea.

It doesn’t interfere with me. It definitely alters my mental state, but it doesn’t affect what I do. I think the report is bullshit. At the end of the day, you have a work ethic inside you and you are either a lazy bastard or not.

On the whole I don’t think it affects my motivation at all. It’s actually, in some ways, quite a good way of making you focus in on something.

I think it’s definitely true to say that kids in certain situations are smoking too young and they are already surrounded by bad influences, but I think that’s a lack of education.

It definitely alters my mental state, but it doesn’t affect what I do.

Oh my gosh. I’ve been trying to explain that to red-striped-alibis for the longest time. There it is, in simple English.

(Source: Vice Magazine)

Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible. As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know.
Carl Gustav Jung (via c1ementinez)

Ever since watching Wolf of Wall St, I’ve been haunted by the idea of excessive vice.

I don’t even know what that means, “vice.” We all have our vices. And so many of us cannot relate to that level of excess, whether it’s sexual or drugs or whatever.

I think the movie triggered my teenage fears of all things uncomfortable. Hopefully I’ll get over it soon and get back to thinking about boobs all the time.

Tired of my gender being blamed for every social problem in existence. It’s no different than blaming someone for the indiscretions of their great-grandparents.

The men who destroyed our culture did not do so in order for me to have power over the world. They did it so they could have power over the world. I suffer for their prejudice just as others do.

Just so you know, saying “all men are pigs” is a sexist statement, and makes you no better than anyone else who blames minorities or women for the dregs of our society. And saying that to a man and expecting him to take a reasonable look at your point of view is absurd. Tell me, would you listen to a man who ranted about female inferiority? Don’t insult us both and say you would.

Survey says: It’s probably both.

I’ve met countless adults in this world that are more woefully ignorant than children, who actually have an excuse. Unfortunately, the children they’re raising aren’t much better off.

I managed to feel superior to everyone, just then. I’m proud, in a way.

When you call yourself a “sex-positive feminist,” and then proceed to deem sex acts you do not approve of as “demeaning and gross,” you are not a sex-positive anything.

The label of feminism is increasingly disappointing, and seems to harbor more pseudoscientific, hypocritical woo than anything else these days. The more egalitarian I become, the less I’m interested in defining what makes us the unique animals we are with labels that only seem to serve the purpose of further alienating us from one another.

We identify and quantify our existences with various definitions that describe our physical attributes, then we go even further and build our lives around ideas and cultural norms we’re either born into, or choose for ourselves. It seems, at least to me, that the first part of that equation is the problem. I would much rather attack your ideas than your womanhood or skin color or anything else one might use to define their physical being.

I don’t typically think of myself in terms of my whiteness or that I’m a man or that I even wear glasses or have hands. I am my body, but my body does not define me as a person. I think it’s absurd to behave in such a way that makes a wall against others out of your physical being.

Men’s rights, feminism, black history month only serve to point out our glaring differences, not to unite us under a single banner of Human Earthlings. I look at the world and I see human-constructed borders that people will hopelessly fatten and protect even though those borders only serve to harm us.

What defines a man? Testosterone. For women, it’s estrogen. Beyond these chemical reactions, were still just apes with keys and a need to define culture in a way that it suits our needs. This often leads to shoving that culture into an easily-labeled box in which it could never hope to fit comfortably.

Maybe I’m simply feeling yet again disappointed and frustrated with human behavior, expecting things to be different, when it’s always the same. Maybe I’m the same, and it’s my problem. Maybe they’re all right after all, and these cruelly simplistic definitions of humanity are all we have to go by. Maybe I’m just a hopeful cynic who’s losing his ability to give fucks.

Either way, we all lose.

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