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30 btw

Ah, I know what you’re getting at. Honestly, it sounds incredibly plausible. 4chan’s porn has always been…off.

Ok, I’ll bite.

Why?

You got a mouth, don’t you?

Sounds like you’re painting the world with broad strokes based on narrow circumstances. Not everyone is the 40yo you want to kick out, even if their situation seems similar. The OP is more than likely nowhere near 40 and obviously looking for ways to change their state in life. No reason to beat a stranger up because they resemble someone you know.

Edit: I just read more of the thread…the OP actually kinda sucks.

This is what I would do. My charisma stat is way higher than it was as a kid, so I might be able to make my school years less hell.

I used to despise memes, back in the glory days of Y U NO and rage comics. Those are dead and gone now, so I’m much less of a grumpy old man now.

I always loved seeing Dr. Thunder on store shelves

I fundamentally disagree with the idea that suicide of consciousness is the correct answer to resolving the problem of suffering. Suffering is but one element of our collective existence, and while I agree that it’s unpleasant (duh), extermination is far too extreme an answer to consider it just. The scope is simply too narrow and pessimistic, and if one were to act on this philosophy, I would consider them evil. Don’t kill your mates for being depressed or for hurting. Help them, however you can.

Our brains are incredibly complex organic matter. The only reason we know they think is because we experience the thinking. But we’re still just mechanically complex clumps of nonthinking objects that create a thinking one.

I like to think all advents in science are simulation modifications. We managed to make rocks think and talk to us. That sounds like magic in a vacuum.

Go a little further, and you run into ego death. You feel like your sense of self is no longer consistent with your experience and start from scratch for a little while.

This is the idea I run with. As a people, we have a natural attraction to simulated worlds. Stories, books, shows, movies, games, dreams, imagination. That’s our shit right there, and it makes sense that we’d hold onto that passion were we to go up a level.

Hallucinogenics are wild, man. It feels like peaking behind the veil, and it can make you lose your grip on what you understand reality to be. I had a bad trip where I found myself face-to-face with what I’ve nicknamed as “the spectator”. Dunno if it was supposed to be my higher self, God, or some other entity. But it made me well aware it was always there, always watching, and existed outside of our perceived reality. I told my mates that, at the time, it felt like I found something real, and that our reality was the fabrication. I still don’t know what to make of it now.

Perfection is stagnation. It’s the entropic nature of reality that provides the vehicle for change and will to manifest, allowing subjective experiences to exist. If anything, I’d see this as evidence of a simulated reality, as it’s suspiciously convenient that this is all here for us to experience the way we do. You wanting it all to end sounds like more of an internal battle than external to me, and yours is a scary worldview.

You’ve given me unwanted flashbacks to my previous relationship. I felt so stupid around her for this reason.

Tuesday is canonically the worst day of the week. People who like Tuesdays are walking red flags.

My 2 cents, you never actually specified what makes sex work any different from a “normal job”. All you offered was your opinion on the work itself, and a false equivalence about the health of the worker correlating to the work they do. Your ego is blinding you to the fact that your thesis has not been justified, and it’s also telling you you’re inherently correct due to your own preconceived ideas behind the work.

The only real difference I can think of between sex work or contract work or office work or manual work…is that the sex one has the word “sex” in it. That word is very loaded though, and we all have very different emotional reactions to it, especially with how it relates to making an income in a broken society. That difference doesn’t make sex work unique though. It does make it a prime target for folks like yourself to treat it like it’s different and worse. You really have to zoom out of yourself to put us all in the same bucket, and that’s not an easy thing to do, to be fair, so it’s not hard to imagine why you might have an opinion like yours.

I worked 5 years at a job that sucked the soul out of me as I devoted all available energy towards making sure I never got laid off, developing an entirely seperate personality that was better geared towards sales and customer satisfaction at the cost of my self-respect and personal relationships, dreading every day as though it would be the one to finally push me over the edge and convince me to end it all.

Work isn’t meant to make you healthy. The two often have a negative relationship with each other, in fact. Work is work. Let’s not pretend we’re above sex workers just because we’re not on camera while we get fucked.

That sounds badass!