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Some people are loud enough that they deserve to get slapped with maximum force on both ears simultaneously.
There you go, that's how it feels for the rest of us. Develop some self-awareness you fucking nuisance.
Irony of ironies, I'm at the karaoke, and as I was writing this, some bloke got up and started singing 'Is She Really Going Out with Him?' by Joe Jackson.
You may also be turned down by a woman who eventually settles for a bloke who looks like Lil' Chris off Rock School, who can't grow a beard, and who you could bench for three sets of ten, because he exudes reassuring doormat energy just like her father, and you didn't.
The Haka is a big cope for being shit scared.
The spectacle turns on its head pretty quickly when you all get shot by the enemy midway through your mincing about.
If I were a schizo, I reckon I'd be telling people that this stuff that gets massive out of nowhere like salted caramel, sriracha, 'nduja etc. have over the past decade, is some sort of sinister op by MI5/the nudge unit.
State of this fucking fat spiritual homo from America on GB News grovelling to his parade float of a wife.
There was stuff going around on X last week where women in their 20s were saying how annoyed they get when men they thought just saw them as friends tell them that they're actually romantically attracted to them.
That and saying how much it hurts to "lose a friendship" over it when, having took his shot and been turned down, in order to not torture himself and to hopefully regain some of his sanity so he can pick up the pieces of his life, the man in question stops having anything to do with them.
Speaking from the recollection of having been on the wrong end of that once for nearly 11 months, it was the most agonising thing I've ever gone through in my life.
Granted, I've never lost an immediate family member or been seriously ill, but that experience was still enough to make me unable to eat and to need to sleep for 12-13 hours at a time at the worst points, and I was full of anxiety, frustration, and agony for most of the time. I had a separate WhatsApp notification tone for the woman in question while it was going on, so that I'd know when a message was from her. It was only when I went back and listened to that notification tone shortly after it all came to a head and we stopped talking that I realised how much of a physical reaction of nervousness and dread I felt whenever I heard it, basically in case whatever I heard back was something negative - not wanting to make plans when I'd suggested it, cancelling existing plans, or even just a short or seemingly uninterested reply. It almost made me feel sick.
The word solipsism has started to be used in relation to women a lot in recent months in what you see on X and so on, so I'm wary of jumping on the bandwagon and lazily adopting group think. But Jesus Christ, it was massively overdue.
The idea that you came out of that kind of situation really badly because you lost one of your dozens of friendships, while some bloke suffered in silence for months, maybe years, and ultimately got absolutely crushed by your indifference, is so obnoxious, and so callously self-absorbed that it can hardly be put into words. Not a single thought for the suffering of the man, who had infinitely stronger feelings and infinitely more at stake. His suffering genuinely does not occur to them.
It's the equivalent of feeling like a victim when you got a bruised knee in a car accident in which someone else lost both of their legs and was paralysed.
Really want Nick Lowles address so I can get a pointlessly small order of poorly matched items from a takeaway with poor ratings delivered there every now and again. That seemed to really disturb him in that documentary.
Been listening to The Bends by Radiohead a bit.
Had no idea about 'Bulletproof ... I Wish I Was' and 'Black Star'.
Absolutely brilliant songs. Joint favourites on the album with 'The Bends'. Loads of other great songs on it, obviously.
Repost from Nativist Concern
I almost blacked out twice in the gym just now.
Once completing my 15th squat at max depth.
The second time by spending an extra 8 minutes in the sauna red pilling a Based Balkanite on the American Empire, the EU, the Jews and capitalism.
Convert your gym to nationalism.
Tommy Robinson may have been sent to prison, but the legacy of his work titling the pages on the Clean Air Zone payment website will remain alive while he's in custody (note the highlighted text).
