I feel better avoiding people. I reveal as little as possible, and try not to respond to people such as them saying a simple good morning. Not responding to people all the time may backfire sooner or later. At work,(I’m only working for the summer) I stay away from the break room and eat lunch in the car. The formula is working. People only make my depression worse. They’ll be your friends, but later they’ll be all like fuck you, you *****. Better yet, they’ll just talk about you behind your back, saying how stupid I am. If these are the people I attract then I’m better off alone. No one understands me and I belong to no one. I’m happier this way.
So topic, What (or if you do) find beautiful?
When I think of beauty. I think nature such as the plant and animals. I like oceans, rain, and forests as the top favorite things in nature.
I really like art, not just paintings on a canvas, but all, and maybe the bad ones depending on how bad they are. (My God, there is a woman who stuffs yarn in her vagina for certain amount of days, and then knits it. This is disgusting, so it doesn’t count.) I see things such as music, video games, and literature as art. I love it when people create things.
I like art like this:
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Stroll In The Fog by Leonid Afremov by Leonidafremov on DeviantArt
I like videogames like the Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask because of its dark themes of tackling death.
I like literature such as A Handmaid’s Tale by Magenta Atwood. It deals with a world of what happens when political and religious ideals are taken to the extreme, unless the crap such as Twlight or Fifty Shades of Grey, which has bad writing.
When I mention music I don’t mean hip-hop, Katy Perry, or Lady Gaga. There are talented artists out there, you have to look for them. Don’t follow mainstream media.
I mean music like this:
So what is it?
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i find simplistic, authentic things beautiful: morning voices, dark circles, shaky hands. that time just before the sun rises, and the sky is glowing with orange and purple, burning patterns in my brain. loud, heartfelt laughter. under-produced music with raspy voiced singers and self-taught musicians. platonic friendships. rupi kaur’s poetry. playing call of duty on saturday mornings. the smell after it rains. gay love letters between allen ginsberg and peter orlovsky (there’s something so poetic about them… so raw and open). that refreshing feeling when you have no more homework, or chores, or responsibilities for the rest of the day. the way your face feels ten pounds lighter after you scrub it raw with a cleanser. you know, just the simple stuff. 🙂
I was one of the employees that always hid in the car during break as well. Not everyone is horrible, though the amount of betrayal in my life should dictate me say otherwise.
I use to find beauty in a lot of things, but not so much anymore. I think the last thing that made me light up was when I visited an abandoned set of bunkers off the coast. The sound of century old rust ladened hinges bearing the burden of two ton steel doors slowly yawning open is absolutely amazing to me.
I find sex and violence to be beautiful. In particular , amoral sex and organized violence.
I’m trying to enjoy the little things too.
My culture and my language.
Casey Jenkins’ art serves an important purpose. I especially like her because she used all the angry YouTube comments directed at her to create more menstrual art.
I saw a few things in the Louvre that were beautiful, but I completely missed the correct museum for French Impressionists. 🙁 I think naked women and cats are beautiful, especially naked women pretending to be cats. I think statistics is beautiful. I used to think supersymmetry was beautiful but the dark matter/dark energy assholes got ahold of it and ruined everything. 🙁 I think some Terry Pratchett, Hunter S. Thompson, Iain M. Banks, and William S. Burroughs novels are beautiful. I think trees are beautiful. Sunlight. Coffee. LSD. Stillness.
Not trombones.
IDK BlueDiamond, the older I get, the less I find anything beautiful. I used to be so bubbly and energetic, and hateful jealous people will do anything to knock you down and screw you over. Years and years and decades and decades of this will erode beauty- nothing feels beautiful anymore. Except maybe a sweet silent painless death.