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You just had sex, you fulfilled your male biological imperative for the Nth time. Immediately, you cannot stop thinking how inconsequential your life is. Your girl wants to cuddle but you your mind is occupied with inane thoughts. In the moment of clarity, you accept you’re nothing but a primitive pattern-matching bio-machine who exists without any reason or rhyme. Your girl looks at you and asks what’s wrong. You reply “nothing”. A moment of silence ensues in the room. The she hits you with “have i gained weight”. You snap out of your little post nut existential crisis. The question however keeps lingering in the back of your head and comes back in full force again at bedtime. Luckily, you fall asleep after some mental gymnastics. You wake up next morning and you’re back to square one: a horny primitive pattern-matching bio-machine on a fucking rock.
 
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One of the reasons why I think we find nihilism uber cringe is because we were wired for strict hedonism and reproduction

No matter how conscious we get ( illusion given by language btw ), we still are slaves to above 2 statements. The reward system and the reproductive efforts.
 
One of the reasons why I think we find nihilism uber cringe is because we were wired for strict hedonism and reproduction

No matter how conscious we get ( illusion given by language btw ), we still are slaves to above 2 statements. The reward system and the reproductive efforts.
how does language create an illusion for consciousness? (legitimate question)
 
how does language create an illusion for consciousness? (legitimate question)
Only with the use of language can we project very articulate meaning onto things, come up with advanced context and record such made up trains of thought efficiently

I see it in this way

If I want to convey a message to someone using only visual cues, I'd 100 percent rather convey the message in words than items/natural units.

That's because language allows us to be hyperspecific as well as look PAST natural units that we would either be constricted to

if not involved in consciousness itself, I'd argue that it has a very important role in extremely conscious state of mind that you and I have.

Bonus : look at the way different cultures may behave differently due to difference in languages

 
how does language create an illusion for consciousness? (legitimate question)
Inner monologue and introspection probably wouldn’t exist without language.
 
You just had sex, you fulfilled your male biological imperative for the Nth time. Immediately, you cannot stop thinking how inconsequential your life is. Your girl wants to cuddle but you your mind is occupied with inane thoughts. In the moment of clarity, you accept you’re nothing but a primitive pattern-matching bio-machine who exists without any reason or rhyme. Your girl looks at you and asks what’s wrong. You reply “nothing”. A moment of silence ensues in the room. The she hits you with “have i gained weight”. You snap out of your little post nut existential crisis. The question however keeps lingering in the back of your head and comes back in full force again at bedtime. Luckily, you fall asleep after some mental gymnastics. You wake up next morning and you’re back to square one: a horny primitive pattern-matching bio-machine on a fucking rock.
idk but personally post nut clarity like this only happens with girls i dont rly like
 
You just had sex, you fulfilled your male biological imperative for the Nth time. Immediately, you cannot stop thinking how inconsequential your life is. Your girl wants to cuddle but you your mind is occupied with inane thoughts. In the moment of clarity, you accept you’re nothing but a primitive pattern-matching bio-machine who exists without any reason or rhyme. Your girl looks at you and asks what’s wrong. You reply “nothing”. A moment of silence ensues in the room. The she hits you with “have i gained weight”. You snap out of your little post nut existential crisis. The question however keeps lingering in the back of your head and comes back in full force again at bedtime. Luckily, you fall asleep after some mental gymnastics. You wake up next morning and you’re back to square one: a horny primitive pattern-matching bio-machine on a fucking rock.
Literally me every fucking time

You’re visual learner, so I’ll show u in pms queen (joke)
Not surprised

I’m a girl and have sex with a girl this dosen’t imply to me
Answer if you want but you didn't have a "post-nut-clarity" after an orgasm ? Because sometimes my gf scary me she looks like she's gonna pass out
 
idk but personally post nut clarity like this only happens with girls i dont rly like
Thats not post nut clarity, thats diff. I call it post nut depression and it lasts a couple days
 
Thats not post nut clarity, thats diff. I call it post nut depression and it lasts a couple days
holy shit u made me realize i think i went through this exact thing this summer and i was texting my friend about how down i was i totally forgot u made me remmember
 
You just had sex, you fulfilled your male biological imperative for the Nth time. Immediately, you cannot stop thinking how inconsequential your life is. Your girl wants to cuddle but you your mind is occupied with inane thoughts. In the moment of clarity, you accept you’re nothing but a primitive pattern-matching bio-machine who exists without any reason or rhyme. Your girl looks at you and asks what’s wrong. You reply “nothing”. A moment of silence ensues in the room. The she hits you with “have i gained weight”. You snap out of your little post nut existential crisis. The question however keeps lingering in the back of your head and comes back in full force again at bedtime. Luckily, you fall asleep after some mental gymnastics. You wake up next morning and you’re back to square one: a horny primitive pattern-matching bio-machine on a fucking rock.
As a mid twenties virgin, I can't relate.

Although I do have existential dread given I have no valuable skills or interests, and everything that I tolerated or somewhat enjoyed I quit, so I have no expertise in anything that gives me fulfillment.
 

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