no one cares dude

[Drownedwithluv]

no on fuccken cares dude

discuss

 

[sub5c3l]

I'm a stone cold incel

 

[BodieDysmorphia]

no on fuccken cares dude

discuss

Mancore

 

[Drownedwithluv]

I'm a stone cold incel

Try a boosie fade with some jordans

 

[sub5c3l]

Try a boosie fade with some jordans

Dunno what that js

 

[Deleted member 49549]

 

[TonyDr]

no on fuccken cares dude

discuss

Absolutely no one

 

[Drownedwithluv]

 

[TonyDr]

I wish i look like him tbh. We just match the hazardous hairline

 

[PimpMyLoox]

I care bro

 

[ratedLTN2]

I'm stealing this discuss format jk I won't

 

[Drownedwithluv]

I'm stealing this discuss format jk I won't

All of my threads get stolen eventually

I take it as a compliment, so feel free to

 

[g4rl1c]

My mom does but other than that yeah tbh

 

[Drownedwithluv]

My mom does but other than that yeah tbh

Cool my mom wishes I wouldd just die

 

[The cat from The Matrix]

I do

 

[BodieDysmorphia]

Cool my mom wishes I wouldd just die

same

 

[g4rl1c]

Cool my mom wishes I wouldd just die

Thats rough as hell. Everyone should have at least one mentor/ parental figure.

 

[Deleted Member 30141]

No one fucken cares discussion
[Unrelated to previous posts ITT]

poorly written

The dichotomy of human behavior in terms of daily triviality

People often complain about minor inconveniences, "Coffee's too cold, bus was late, ugghhhhh the line at the grocery store was so fucking long OMG!" I wonder if it some form of small talk, to fill the time, while trying to get others to acknowledge their misery. Petty grievances masquerading as suffering. There isn't some force that is persecuting them, stop fixating on these things. How often do they think about what they do have? The freedom to complain in the first place, but noooooo my shoelace is brokennnnnnn. A constant low grade hum of discontentment, allowing for tiny thieves to steal joy.
I don't often hear people talk about the minor good things, like the stranger who helped them, small acts of kindness, relaxation. Sometimes people do, but it can often feel shallow, like a constant need to broadcast every little positive interaction, it can be performative. There's nothing wrong with genuine joy, growth, gratitude, but this over the top enthusiasm for something mundane, like congrats, you found a nice parking spot. Some desperate attempt to prove their lives are a constant stream of sunshine, prove themselves that the bare minimum nice things are what happiness is. Resilience doesn't lie in the absence of hardship, but in the ability to navigate ups and downs with acceptance. Seeking truth and finding honesty in yourself, instead of trying to prove your life is devoid of struggle in a form of desperation.
Both are trying to feel some empty hole (a void of meaning, a lack of connection, fear of insignificance?), try to impress others and convince themselves their lives are somehow interesting and fulfilling, or lack thereof. Some form of a defense mechanism for avoiding the uncomfortable truths of oneself.

And the dreams, what about those? The dreams, they slip away. The 'what ifs' haunt them in the quiet hours, the 'should haves' gnawing at their souls. Eventually it gets painful to dwell on the things people failed to do in the bigger picture, so they focus on these little things.
These forgotten hopes replaced by mundaneness, lingering regrets. Will your dreams collect dust, while you won't even bat an eye? Focus on seeing, don't be blinded, heading in a completely different direction while playing up the tiny steps. Are you on the right track? What do you want?

To hear someone's struggles, and how they overcame that, talked about the good and the bad and what they received from these moments. Challenges, growth. Chaos and introspection. Or maybe just a funny and heart-warming story. Authenticity, and thought provoking discussions about reality?
The power of presence, savoring and/or accepting certain moments without broadcasting them is a trait of the essence.