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op here

tak naprawde wszystko co napisałem to nieprawda, jestem żywym goownem bez przyjaciół a mój cały majątek to dwie dziurawe bluzy z kapturem z czasów gimbazy

mam 31 lat i nigdy nie ruchałem ani sie nawet nie całowałem

nie wiem co mną kierowało żeby założyć taki temat;_;

może chęć znalezienia się choćby przez kilka minut w centrum uwagi kogokolwiek

ehh anoni… niech ktoś mnie pocieszy;_;

>może chęć znalezienia się choćby przez kilka minut w centrum uwagi kogokolwiek

>szukanie uwagi na vi

ech

>everyday's a new life to a wise man

nie wiem na co liczysz anon xD staraj się w życiu robić to co lubisz. rzeczy których nie lubisz unikać albo je polubić. w internetach pisało wiele osób po 30-40 lat którzy mają własne biznesy, są przystojni, a dalej są prawakami. zdarza się. nie tak trudno to zmienić, ale musi ci się chcieć to zrobić. ps sranie jest przereklamowane.

>LORI AND REBA SCHAPPEL may be twins, but they are very different people. Reba is a somewhat shy teetotaler who has recorded an award-winning album of country music. Lori, who is outgoing, wisecracking, and rather fond of strawberry daiquiris, works in a hospital and wants someday to marry and have children. They occasionally argue, as sisters do, but most of the time they get on well, complimenting each other, teasing each other, and finishing each other’s sentences. In fact, there are just two unusual things about Lori and Reba. The first is that they share a blood supply, part of a skull, and some brain tissue, having been joined at the forehead since birth. One side of Lori’s forehead is attached to one side of Reba’s, and they have spent every moment of their lives locked together, face-to-face. The second unusual thing about Lori and Reba is that they are happy—not merely resigned or contented, but joyful, playful, and optimistic.1 Their unusual life presents many challenges, of course, but as they often note, whose doesn’t? When asked about the possibility of undergoing surgical separation, Reba speaks for both of them: “Our point of view is no, straight out no. Why would you want to do that? For all the money in China, why? You’d be ruining two lives in the process.”2

>So here’s the question: If this were your life rather than theirs, how would you feel? If you said, “Joyful, playful, and optimistic,” then you are not playing the game and I am going to give you another chance. Try to be honest instead of correct. The honest answer is “Despondent, desperate, and depressed.” Indeed, it seems clear that no right-minded person could really be happy under such circumstances, which is why the conventional medical wisdom has it that conjoined twins should be separated at birth, even at the risk of killing one or both. As a prominent medical historian wrote: “Many singletons, especially surgeons, find it inconceivable that life is worth living as a conjoined twin, inconceivable that one would not be willing to risk all—mobility, reproductive ability, the life of one or both twins—to try for separation.”3 In other words, not only does everyone know that conjoined twins will be dramatically less happy than normal people, but everyone also knows that conjoined lives are so utterly worthless that dangerous separation surgeries are an ethical imperative. And yet, standing against the backdrop of our certainty about these matters are the twins themselves. When we ask Lori and Reba how they feel about their situation, they tell us that they wouldn’t have it any other way. In an exhaustive search of the medical literature, the same medical historian found the “desire to remain together to be so widespread among communicating conjoined twins as to be practically universal.”4 Something is terribly wrong here. But what?

>The nice things about this language-squishing hypothesis are (a) it suggests that everyone everywhere has the same subjective experience when they receive a birthday cake even if they describe that experience differently, which makes the world a rather simple place to live and bake; and (b) it allows us to go on believing that despite what they say about themselves, Lori and Reba aren’t really happy after all, and thus we are perfectly justified in preferring our lives to theirs. The less nice things about this hypothesis are numerous, and if we worry that Lori and Reba use the eight-word language differently than we do because they have never enjoyed the thrill of a cartwheel, then we had better worry about a few other matters too. For instance, we had better worry that we have never felt the overwhelming sense of peace and security that comes from knowing that a beloved sibling is always by our side, that we will never lose her friendship no matter what kind of crummy stuff we may say or do on a bad day, that there will always be someone who knows us as well as we know ourselves, shares our hopes, worries our worries, and so on. If they haven’t had our experiences, then we haven’t had theirs either, and it is entirely possible that we are the ones with the squished language—that when we say we feel overjoyed, we have no idea what we are talking about because we have never experienced the companionate love, the blissful union, the unadulterated agape that Lori and Reba have. And all of us—you, me, Lori, Reba—had better worry that there are experiences far better than those we have had so far—the experience of flying without a plane, of seeing our children win Academy Awards and Pulitzer Prizes, of meeting God and learning the secret handshake—and that everyone’s use of the eight-word language is defective and that no one knows what happiness really is.

>>5811

>ech

jesteś pedalem? ile miałeś lat kiedy ojciec zaczął wchodizc ci do wanny?

>>5811

>everyday's a new life to a wise man

>mie wiem na co liczysz anon xD staraj się w życiu robić to co lubisz. rzeczy których nie lubisz unikać albo je polubić. w internetach pisało wiele osób po 30-40 lat którzy mają własne biznesy, są przystojni, a dalej są prawakami. zdarza się. nie tak trudno to zmienić, ale musi ci się chcieć to zrobić. ps sranie jest przereklamowane

ja pierdole a ten nadal pierdoli to samo o robieniu rzeczy w życiu, weź kurwa skoncz już ulomku zajebany

t. frustrat

>>5849

tyle co ty jak ci zaczął wchodzić do dupy

>>5850

no lepiej niech siedzą na pizdach cały dzień. pzdr frustrat

>>5863

>no lepiej niech siedzą na pizdach cały dzień. pzdr frustrat

ty kurwa mówisz jakbys zmieniał czyjeś zycie, a piszesz sam do siebie ciągle to samo idioto