This. BPD "people" are just untrustworthy drug addicts and whores who want a doctor to give a medical seal of approval for their piece of shit behavior. Just admit you're a worthless homosexual so you can take the next necessary steps forward. No more excuses. "waah I have abandonment issues I don't trust people I need to cheat and do drugs waaaah my mental health waaah" bitch stfu.
This. BPD "people" are just untrustworthy drug addicts and whores who want a doctor to give a medical seal of approval for their piece of shit behavior. Just admit you're a worthless homosexual so you can take the next necessary steps forward. No more excuses. "waah I have abandonment issues I don't trust people I need to cheat and do drugs waaaah my mental health waaah" bitch stfu.
The aesthetic experience *occurs* when the emotions expressed in a work of art resonates with our lived experience. Beauty isn't something floating outside human history.
Temporal things are manifold (becoming is a result of multiplicity) and contain an atemporal aspect through participation in higher entities. In matter, this is the form of the thing. Hence matter is not evil in itself and can contain beauty. Platonism is not Gnosticism.
To me, Beauty pertains to the senses, not emotions.
The aesthetic experience is when the senses are overloaded and you are overcome by Beauty (or it’s opposite)
Is appreciation of music then appreciation of a sequence of sounds? Seems clear to me that the emotions these sounds evoke or express* are integral to our appreciation of music, and indeed of all arts.
*which brings up the question of how can a sound "express" human feelings or what can be meant by such phrases; Herbert Spencer has some interesting things to say on this.
Art is just representation of ideas through imagery. Whether it does or doesn't evoke emotion has no bearing on it being art. It might be a qualification of "good" art, but that's another matter.
I try to remind myself that we’re all trapped in a decomposing cage of flesh and bone, with a million desires whirling around us at all times like sirens attempting to draw us from our vessel. That these desires are nothing but the conjured demons of economics, society, and evolution and while they promise fulfillment they will only use you to their own ends, increasing their strength over you, leaving you a slave and a broken human. The world of phenomena is a test, projected by the noumena, and to conquer it you must conquer yourself.
Although I might try to convince myself that life has some external value, after a night drinking with “friends” or a sexual encounter with woman, it quickly becomes apparent that most friends are not worth having, and that woman’s sexual desires are so perverse and banal that their even having desired you bears the weight of a bad conscience. What man does not discrace himself by submitting to a woman’s desires? He becomes a fool, a brute, a scoundrel, a cuckhold, all at once— and looses himself in the process. What man benefits from society? He devoured his life’s work to the machinations of warfare and industry, he trampled the earth, he becomes bound up in stories told to gullible children, he is sold slavery and like an idiot wears his chains with pride. Service originates in the Latin word”Servi”, meaning slave. That’s what society, friends, woman ask from you, your slavery.There are two things in life worth their weight in gold: freedom and silence. How many men exchange these treasures for paper? Or for a soft touch of flesh? Or for some false sense of phenomenal meaning to disguise their nouminal emptiness?
In English, the familiar for of “you”, “thou”, has long since died from the language. For those lonely men in Anglo countries seeking company, this should be (with honest reflection) enough proof that you will never find it. We live in a civilizational world-spirit which lacks even the words to express friendship, closeness.In books, there is the peace of forming a genuine connection with another person. If you cannot read, write. If you cannot write, read. If you are still lonely, hire a whore; it is less demeaning and less expensive than going to clubs. Logos is the breaking free of the soul from the flesh, embrace this and turn your eyes from the treachery of desire.
My parents are cunts who disowned me years ago, I suffer chronic insomnia, live in one of the largest cities in the world, and haven't had the money to eat anything but plain rice for weeks.
It’s a figurative observation. Joe was fated for bigger things, which wouldnt have happened to him if he was stuck with his shitty parents. Their leaving him made him free to be who he was meant to be.
when I take a huge shit I feel an overwhelming emotion of relief every time, and this OP makes sense because I have always considered each and every dump a masterpiece. Thanks for that insight anon.
Art isn't defined by what it "does" or even the intent or aim of the person who created it. Art is human creation.
aesthetics and sentimentality for their own sake lead to moral and spiritual corruption. art that isn't morally instructive or spiritually edifying is evil
God seeing beautiful young women makes me so sad about getting old. Once I worked by a hotel pool and we were looking at a group of pretty HS age girls and one coworker says “man, theyre too young” and another says “No, they’re just right, only we’re too old.”
He was exactly right. When I was 15 I was with a 15 year old girl and God I wish I could go back. I’m 29 and married now it’s fucking over
I whip out my cock and piss in their face. If they have an emotion it’s art. If they don’t they’re fine with it I guess. Apply this to all relativists, as it’s Your Truth pissing in their face is a gesture of openness and welcome.
>how do you respond to this?
without sounding mad: >Baby, you're evoking some artistic emotions in me right now.
without sounding horny: >Naturally, the aesthetic impulse cannot be overstated in emotional fulfillment.
without sounding like a douche: >Whatever. I know what I like. Fuck here often?
without shame: >You're a guy, aren't you? Okay, how much?
>Muh emotions
>Muh art
This is a neurodivergent board, OP. These words mean nothing to us.
BPD is also neurodivergent. How do you cope with this?
With open arms
Borderline Personality Disorder isn't real.
https://www.madinamerica.com/2023/06/borderline-personality-disorder-no-longer-has-a-place-in-clinical-practice/
thanks for sharing it
This. BPD "people" are just untrustworthy drug addicts and whores who want a doctor to give a medical seal of approval for their piece of shit behavior. Just admit you're a worthless homosexual so you can take the next necessary steps forward. No more excuses. "waah I have abandonment issues I don't trust people I need to cheat and do drugs waaaah my mental health waaah" bitch stfu.
I don't do drugs or cheat people or yell. But I have severe doubt of people. What mean?
>What mean?
why do you talk like this
That's a LULZ meme, grug. He has a small brain of a cave so talks like this:
>grug buy rocks
>rocks go to moon
>grug get money
I was beginning to worry that you were a BAPfag as well, grugposting however is based
He is a homosexual who has used LULZ memes to bait election redditors and normalfags.
Agreed. He's also israeli and tried to hide it until he couldn't
bpdsisters... our response?
whip out my dick in front of her, that's sure to evoke an emotion or two. just showing you some artwork.
A lot of things do but they aren't art.
For instance stubbing your toe.
She'll whip out her dick too.
Yeah, ok
Valid but art which also invokes enjoyment and contemplation with emotions I much more superior than just emotions.
It's crazy thwt despite being a Schopenhauerian women hater I'm starting to agree with them more and more, at least in the matters of emotions.
Holy correct, Batman
She looks just like my crush, fuck
Raping her evokes emotions in both of us therefore it is art therefore I agree
get naked
Woah stop being a dick dude. That's not funny
Art has nothing to do with muh feelings. Art is that which requires skill.
Art comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable.
emotions create art retard
Emotion is secondary to the aesthetic experience.
Beauty trumps emotion.
The aesthetic experience *occurs* when the emotions expressed in a work of art resonates with our lived experience. Beauty isn't something floating outside human history.
I am a Platonist
How can temporal things be beautiful if beauty is timeless? A consistent Platonism would reserve beauty for timeless entities.
Temporal things are manifold (becoming is a result of multiplicity) and contain an atemporal aspect through participation in higher entities. In matter, this is the form of the thing. Hence matter is not evil in itself and can contain beauty. Platonism is not Gnosticism.
To me, Beauty pertains to the senses, not emotions.
The aesthetic experience is when the senses are overloaded and you are overcome by Beauty (or it’s opposite)
Is appreciation of music then appreciation of a sequence of sounds? Seems clear to me that the emotions these sounds evoke or express* are integral to our appreciation of music, and indeed of all arts.
*which brings up the question of how can a sound "express" human feelings or what can be meant by such phrases; Herbert Spencer has some interesting things to say on this.
>sage god failed to sage
What did he mean by this?
>Two years later and he's still at it.
>art
Wow that's my brother's cum
Art is just representation of ideas through imagery. Whether it does or doesn't evoke emotion has no bearing on it being art. It might be a qualification of "good" art, but that's another matter.
I try to remind myself that we’re all trapped in a decomposing cage of flesh and bone, with a million desires whirling around us at all times like sirens attempting to draw us from our vessel. That these desires are nothing but the conjured demons of economics, society, and evolution and while they promise fulfillment they will only use you to their own ends, increasing their strength over you, leaving you a slave and a broken human. The world of phenomena is a test, projected by the noumena, and to conquer it you must conquer yourself.
Although I might try to convince myself that life has some external value, after a night drinking with “friends” or a sexual encounter with woman, it quickly becomes apparent that most friends are not worth having, and that woman’s sexual desires are so perverse and banal that their even having desired you bears the weight of a bad conscience. What man does not discrace himself by submitting to a woman’s desires? He becomes a fool, a brute, a scoundrel, a cuckhold, all at once— and looses himself in the process. What man benefits from society? He devoured his life’s work to the machinations of warfare and industry, he trampled the earth, he becomes bound up in stories told to gullible children, he is sold slavery and like an idiot wears his chains with pride. Service originates in the Latin word”Servi”, meaning slave. That’s what society, friends, woman ask from you, your slavery.There are two things in life worth their weight in gold: freedom and silence. How many men exchange these treasures for paper? Or for a soft touch of flesh? Or for some false sense of phenomenal meaning to disguise their nouminal emptiness?
In English, the familiar for of “you”, “thou”, has long since died from the language. For those lonely men in Anglo countries seeking company, this should be (with honest reflection) enough proof that you will never find it. We live in a civilizational world-spirit which lacks even the words to express friendship, closeness.In books, there is the peace of forming a genuine connection with another person. If you cannot read, write. If you cannot write, read. If you are still lonely, hire a whore; it is less demeaning and less expensive than going to clubs. Logos is the breaking free of the soul from the flesh, embrace this and turn your eyes from the treachery of desire.
eat an orange and light a candle and lay in the grass. call your mom and go to sleep.
My parents are cunts who disowned me years ago, I suffer chronic insomnia, live in one of the largest cities in the world, and haven't had the money to eat anything but plain rice for weeks.
oh
well hate the world then
but i hope things improve for you friend
Watch Joe Dirt. Your parents didn’t leave you, anon. You left them. And until you realize that you’re going to be developmentally arrested.
Joe's parents literally didn't care enough about him to check if he was in the car when they left the grand canyon, they left him.
It’s a figurative observation. Joe was fated for bigger things, which wouldnt have happened to him if he was stuck with his shitty parents. Their leaving him made him free to be who he was meant to be.
when I take a huge shit I feel an overwhelming emotion of relief every time, and this OP makes sense because I have always considered each and every dump a masterpiece. Thanks for that insight anon.
Art isn't defined by what it "does" or even the intent or aim of the person who created it. Art is human creation.
are you the Harvard gf /adv/ anon? the course list is available so obviously checked
I think it would be really artistic if you took off your shirt right now haha
aesthetics and sentimentality for their own sake lead to moral and spiritual corruption. art that isn't morally instructive or spiritually edifying is evil
Art is whatever the israelites permit us to see and make.
God seeing beautiful young women makes me so sad about getting old. Once I worked by a hotel pool and we were looking at a group of pretty HS age girls and one coworker says “man, theyre too young” and another says “No, they’re just right, only we’re too old.”
He was exactly right. When I was 15 I was with a 15 year old girl and God I wish I could go back. I’m 29 and married now it’s fucking over
There is yet to be a piece of art that evokes emotion from me.
I whip out my cock and piss in their face. If they have an emotion it’s art. If they don’t they’re fine with it I guess. Apply this to all relativists, as it’s Your Truth pissing in their face is a gesture of openness and welcome.
art is hedonistic cravings turned into delusion of grandeur
Say nagger really loud. See what emotion it invokes. Im an artist btw.
>how do you respond to this?
without sounding mad:
>Baby, you're evoking some artistic emotions in me right now.
without sounding horny:
>Naturally, the aesthetic impulse cannot be overstated in emotional fulfillment.
without sounding like a douche:
>Whatever. I know what I like. Fuck here often?
without shame:
>You're a guy, aren't you? Okay, how much?
No it's not you stupid bitch.
Ravish neck.