Not that I’ve talked to millions of people or read about as many, but you are the first to recall what not being was like…..no one has ever had an account of that. Obviously we can imagine it, but actually remembering it is remarkable.
Your only chance is to have a business or intellectual property-related patent.
If i went around calling myself “blizzard” or “ubisoft,” i’m pretty sure i could get either sued, or at least have my account modified by an admin, to remove my access to that pseudonym, so that no large and important company with money and lawyers could feel like that particular website was allowing someone to fraudulently misrepresent said company.
But yeah, if you’re just a regular person with a neat screen name, your only chance is to get there first, and not let anyone get your credentials.
There’s a full length mirror opposite the entrance to my bathroom. If I sit on the toilet and leave the door open I can watch myself poop.
I just took a selfie a few minutes ago whilst seated on the throne. Snapped a pic while deep in thought, busting out a “thinker” pose.
I’m enjoying my day. The only question now is: Who should I send the picture too?
Thirteen billion years? I’ll stick to my fifteen years of stasis imposed by some suit wearing, dimension travelling maniac over that. You’re quite the individual.
Tell you what; I’ll go out and enjoy life, down a couple shots in the your name.
To Razwell: for being not-being but being a human being!
I don’t mean to seem bitter or condemning. And I can understand to a certain level how “not being” but being aware of your “state” for such a long time and then being born or brought to life can make you very aware of how short life really is and with that would come a desire to make the most of it. This is also common among people that have had near-death experiences (not of their own desire or planning) pf those that have been given a “second chance” as a survivor of a normally terminal illness.
That being said, I can’t force myself to drool gratitude all over the place or find even the most miniscule morsel of enjoyment waking every day after hours of excruciating physical pain or the insomnia it produces; the overwhelming panic I feel when facing going to work when every step, every movement causes untenable pain along with the confirmation of utter failure my circumstances shove in my face. I won’t go into any more detail than that but suffice it to say and ice cream cone doesn’t stand a chance being thrown into a raging furnace.
I’m happy for you and your ability to seize the moment and squeeze all things good from it. But some of us may never know what that means or what it feels like.
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Not that I’ve talked to millions of people or read about as many, but you are the first to recall what not being was like…..no one has ever had an account of that. Obviously we can imagine it, but actually remembering it is remarkable.
My imagination points towards favoring not being.
Your only chance is to have a business or intellectual property-related patent.
If i went around calling myself “blizzard” or “ubisoft,” i’m pretty sure i could get either sued, or at least have my account modified by an admin, to remove my access to that pseudonym, so that no large and important company with money and lawyers could feel like that particular website was allowing someone to fraudulently misrepresent said company.
But yeah, if you’re just a regular person with a neat screen name, your only chance is to get there first, and not let anyone get your credentials.
There’s a full length mirror opposite the entrance to my bathroom. If I sit on the toilet and leave the door open I can watch myself poop.
I just took a selfie a few minutes ago whilst seated on the throne. Snapped a pic while deep in thought, busting out a “thinker” pose.
I’m enjoying my day. The only question now is: Who should I send the picture too?
Thirteen billion years? I’ll stick to my fifteen years of stasis imposed by some suit wearing, dimension travelling maniac over that. You’re quite the individual.
Tell you what; I’ll go out and enjoy life, down a couple shots in the your name.
To Razwell: for being not-being but being a human being!
Everybody should eat more frozen yogurt. It will assist you in enjoying your day, guaranteed.
If not… Hey. Don’t look at me. I’m a simple person, I have no idea what it’s like to not be cheered up by the slightest thing. (It must be rough.)
I’m intrigued how nearly each response to this post is all about separate topics…..no one is on the same page here. Chaos!
I’m amazed no one spoke up to see the poop picture of Casual Observer. I’ll pass on that one.
I don’t mean to seem bitter or condemning. And I can understand to a certain level how “not being” but being aware of your “state” for such a long time and then being born or brought to life can make you very aware of how short life really is and with that would come a desire to make the most of it. This is also common among people that have had near-death experiences (not of their own desire or planning) pf those that have been given a “second chance” as a survivor of a normally terminal illness.
That being said, I can’t force myself to drool gratitude all over the place or find even the most miniscule morsel of enjoyment waking every day after hours of excruciating physical pain or the insomnia it produces; the overwhelming panic I feel when facing going to work when every step, every movement causes untenable pain along with the confirmation of utter failure my circumstances shove in my face. I won’t go into any more detail than that but suffice it to say and ice cream cone doesn’t stand a chance being thrown into a raging furnace.
I’m happy for you and your ability to seize the moment and squeeze all things good from it. But some of us may never know what that means or what it feels like.