SELF-ACTUALISATION BEGINS NOW
Oh yes it fucking does...
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And now we are dead, and the Fulphouse intact, and the tank destroyed... Tom must be overjoyed.
Tom is beating a tom in celebration. Now he can continue his dastardly scheme of inventing random days, like Clock Day, Pico Day and Madness Day.
You want to overthrow the Fulp powers inside this fiction!?
I don't know what to think of this, but i get to ride a tank, so as thanks to be frank i will help with this plan.
Oh the irony, raided with their own logo, while Steve and the captain screamed YOLO, they were awful guards...
You Only Live Once. And if that once involves smashing into the side of a giant Dollhouse while sat inside a tank, that eventually bursts into flames, setting us on fire, and causing us to scream out loudly until we suffer irreversible third-degree burns to 90% of our bodies, then...
Count me in!
Oh no, not even like that, i refrain from searching that.
At this point Ruth will take any kind of fame, it doesn't matter if is infamy or famine, or family, or famsa, as long as it is not unfamiliar.
She is desperate, that's why she wants us to rob that bank.
Ruth will take anything that includes the combination of the letters 'fam.' It's a strange co-incidence, but that's just how things work out. She wanted a job at Oxfam. Hmm, can't think why though.
We can't rob the bank. Not without a tank. After the bank, we will bulldoze the FulpHouse, it is time for this tyrant to fall, like one of Saddam Hussein's statues.
Only in this case, it wont be the Tom Fulp statue, it will be the Tom Fulp sCulpture.
*Pimps laps Nietzlawe*
Wake up you! is too early for you to sleep while driving! we haven't found that bank we want to crash in yet! what would Ruth say if she find out we crashed before arriving?
Is a good thing i don't know Kevin Bacon, and i will not search about him, just to keep my mind clean...
Who is Ruth? Which is kind of a Ruth Rendell mystery in itself.
Maybe Ruth was renditioned, or had a premonition that she would be renditioned, or maybe she was forced to audition for the X Factor or some other reality show where dignity is sold at the drop of a hat for a meagre chance at fame.
Kevin Bacon's mouth apparel should be censored from the image search. So if you search 'Kevin Bacon tongue' it will just come back with non-offensive tongue memes.
A bacon so flexible he mistakes it for his tounge and dies chocking on it? wow quite the cruel and lame end haha.
*A line forms behind the first guy, they all want to have a go at the IBA's face*
Indeed, the worst thing is that they justify themselves telling you that "that is just how the system works" and that "they are just living, doing their job" they lack responsibility, i wonder if they ever experience guilt? probably not, because they convince themselves that they are doing no harm.
Damn so now you are heartbroken too? first it was NeverHundred, and now you?
Makes me feel somehow lucky for being single haha.
Oh i guess that you 2 are also single now, im so sorry.
Bacon tongue, I never thought of that. The only worse way I can think of dying, is to choke on Kevin Bacon's tongue. His tongue attacking victims like a Tremor worm. Ugh. That is almost as disturbing as a 7-foot tranny in a boob tube. The 7-foot tranny in a boob tube seems quite normal compared to Kevin Bacon's deadly tongue.
Have to get these images out of my mind. lalalalalalalalala. *Fingers in ears*
I never had a wife called Ruth, so even in that sense I am effectively, Ruthless. Never will I suffer heartbreak. I'd rather be a Loner with a Boner and zone out while listening to music in a Skoda car while it all fills up with menoxide.
... Ah..... sooo... sleeppy.
Corny indeed, but i guess somethings are just like that.
Haha funny you said that, because manipulating people is exactly the kind of requirement that going into marketing asks for, and everyone who bugs me about my career decision seem to be fine with it, except me of course, i'm not really studying this to help in the exploitation of others.
Yeah meaning is quite a life long quest, that i really started asking myself about 5 years ago and suspended while i was first studying Civil engineering, then it hit me again, the questions.
"The story of the IBA will never end" there goes that grandiose finale i was thinking of making... haha.
Talking about never ending stories, tales without end, i'm not really a fan of those, and the irony strikes because it seem i just helped in the creation of one, indeed i only want my personal story to never end, immortality!
The IBA and Co have survived all these horrible ordeals, yet I reckon at the very end of the story, it will be something simple that kills him, like he swallowed his own tongue or something or choked on a bit of bacon.
"We're here today to remember the life of the IBA who died eating his breakfast. He was a kind man, a giving man... What am I saying? He was an evil fucker, but today we are all here to let bygones be bygones and..."
*Fist punches out through the top of the coffin*
It's hard to manipulate others like chess pieces, and I think if I took a job where I had to cheat or exploit by using evil sales or marketing tactics it would change me as a person. I would suddenly become more Ruthless, I would no longer have Ruth in my life...
Now I know why she left me... Wahhhhhh!!!!!!
"I feel as experienced and confident as I've ever been. My mid-life crisis came at about 25 years old. Never again will I ever feel as low as that time period, that's why I'm not afraid of dying."
I have to admit that i am genuinely jealous of that statement (and by anything by enlightened people for that matter), i am only fine with death, while i am in certain counted-by-the-fingers-of-a-hand moments of my life, but clearly the fear of dying is still there chasing me.
You know to see you so collected and sure, is quite uplifting. Just reading your rambles and anecdotes is quite the pleasant read in and of itself, so now a whole book, i guess this is what is known as hype! haha.
Indeed, the good deal of psychology is that i can make a self study of myself in the meantime as i go, as a matter of fact that is one of the options in the survey of "why did you choose this career".
Oh no those guys are too powerful, i would need a better drug!
A Flash scrip? sounds good, but we need to finish the story of The IBA first.
The fear of dying is overrated. Honestly, when the time is right, it will happen and we will deal with it. The best thing is just to approach life with full steam and vigour, be brave and have the courage to endure low points and turn them into your strengths, they could very well be the making of you. The harder the struggle, the more you should be defiant, stubborn and determinated to succeed against all odds.
I know it sounds quite corny, but it is true.
Psychology and sociology are both very interesting subjects, as they deal with the human mind and behaviour. Just having an understanding of either subject can equip you with a wide knowledge that can shape how you are treated. Knowing the underlying functionality of human programming can be used to your advantage and help you deal with situations. I'm not saying manipulate people because of their hard-wired human programming, I'm just saying, use the strengths and weaknesses of others in order to give you better understanding of the world as a whole i.e. meaning.
The story of the IBA will never end, simply because anything can happen, characters can come back from the dead, change allegances, laugh for an infinite amount of time, rip people's skin off using gum, women capable of seducing anybody. The only way that the story can end is if the Earth is hit by 1,000 asteroids at the same time. But even then, the IBA and Co would probably survive by hiding inside some kind of underground nuclear bunker eating a large stockpile of rations. What I don't understand is why all these hideous superbeings would suddenly become friends in the case of an apocalyptic disaster. Maybe they all felt that they had to pull together in a crisis. Yet when the crisis was finished, they would all go back to hating each other again and re-igniting their wars.
Ahh, can't argue with much of that. I guess I was trying to say everyone has their niche, their own unique skillset, which can be used as their means to "work". of course, there's balance to be made between following a creative pursuit and the drudgery of a 9-5 job? i'd say the people that get caught in the human profit generating cycle of a desk job, likewise need to exercise their imaginations and follow their creative pursuits too...but there is a profound truth behind what you say; savants who are extremely talented at one thing, who get to their level of mastery from having the ultimate focus. that's how the Albert Einsteins and Frank Zappas of the world come about- perhaps collectively these type of people and the 9-5ers constitute a greater balance that makes the world run...
So, seeing as your 30, when is it that you came to that moment of revelation and had a clear idea of what you wanted to do? just a week ago when you wrote this? I'm 25, and there's nothing I need more now than having that feeling. I feel like the older I get, the more lost I am. I dread being in my 30s and still not having found myself.
Its true, the world is kind of balanced, there are those that were made to grind and graft, then there is another half who are there to create marvellous advancements in science or others who entertain. Those who entertain usually entertain the people who grind and graft, probably to alleviate stress. It would be a cold empty world with entertainers, film-makers, musicians, writers etc. But it would also be an unworkable world without cleaners, doctors and scientists.
Hitting 30 felt surprisingly good. I feel as experienced and confident as I've ever been. My mid-life crisis came at about 25 years old. Never again will I ever feel as low as that time period, that's why I'm not afraid of dying. As you get older, you should feel your thoughts becoming clearer, you get a feel for how you want to define your life.
It depends on how you physically feel and what truly makes you happy and content in life. As soon as you find your individual path of contentment, you will feel stronger and happier, you need to utilise an outlet that makes you feel empowered, or a purpose in the world that gives your life meaning.
Ha! talk about yourself mine is quite the lobster!
So you are a writer, is the book a new thing or have you advanced some of it already? is this one too in TBA?
You know i had once a story i wanted to write, it was about a drug that allowed for the swap of your subconscious with your conscious self, but only for some time, and depending of the situation your subconscious would be acting (living) for you, or you would be living in a dream while your body is idle in place, your subconscious would have accesses to all of your memories and knowledge, and it would always choose the best options for you, but it wouldn't share any new info gathered, it will remain for itself. On the other hand, if you fall into slumber and live inside a dream, you will remember them and interact just like if you were awake, these will use all your knowledge and imagination to generate the most awesome experiences, like a machine of experiences also known as matrix, but in the form a drug.
Sadly with the incredible advancements of neuroscience this drug is now obsolete, as direct brain manipulation could bring for greater results with less limitations, constant usage, and even awareness of but conscious and subconscious states at the same time, so is one of those cases in which our reality seems to go further than fiction, so i decided to abandon the story, maybe i will upload it here to the dumping grounds, the premise goes for quite an interesting setting, and even tat which makes my story obsolete can lead to some nice Sci-Fi story.
So i decided to go for an academic life, if i graduate, my goal is to join a psychology lab, and i know as an undergraduate, i will be working mostly as an assistant, or in some hospital in a lower tier position, to get a job doesn't sounds all that appealing or promising, and i am really not cut for being a therapist, even if everyone thinks that every psychologist is one, hell i have even think about working in marketing, but that is a mentality set on failure, it disgust me, but it keeps people away from asking, it satisfies them if i tell them that, the bastards, they say they want the best for me, so that is the path, others say that i should go back to civil engineering, if so, i say that i may as well work in a grocery store... and just survive, whats the point?
Haha, fishy genitals. Smeg-related issues... Smeg inside the issues. Now where the heck are the tissues? Damn I shouldn't have misused that magazine by coating it with jizz juice.
Yes, I am a self-proclaimed writer. Right, er, next question please. Yes, you there in the third row. Joking apart, I've been writing and analysing words since around 4 years old. every single day I just add to the ball of yarn, notes, short stories, scribbles, scrawls with crayon on fabric made from rayon.. see, even that was a play on, words.
I have too many notes to count, but there is one idea for a book that is absolutely a concrete idea inside my mind from beginning to end. Right now, I know the very last image of the book in my mind, it's truly a shocking and unforgettable ending, particularly as you follow the story and what happens to create the final crescendo of madness.
There is no finish date on anything just yet, but I'm fairly certain that this period now will be literally an ultimatum between chasing my dream, or being a nine-to-fiver. For me, you only get one life, the nine-to-five is not an option for me. It's time to chase my dream and relish whatever struggle it takes to get there. Sacrifice is necessary, but I'm a survivor, I can do this.
Going through everyday life with subconscious thoughts would be beneficial for maximising creative capacity. But subconscious truths can scare others. We do live in a veiled world with everything hidden behind political correctness, and when in conscious mode, we act and adapt based on the situation we are in, rather than act freely from the subconscious.
All that Illuminati stuff about splitting the mind makes for interesting reading. Not sure how much of it is true, but mind control is a fascinating subject. Human behaviour is a strange thing too, it's very much shaped and programmed over time.
Just choose the career that is best for yourself, what you feel deep down in your soul is the thing in life that would bring you the ultimate happiness. You like art, and creativity / imagination, the passion for writing. Maybe we should write a Flash script or some kind of story in the near future, just for ours and others enjoyment. There is no limit to our imagination, anything is possible.
Oh, there is just one more thing...
If you do join a psychology lab, just don't set off an accident which mutates you into having superhuman powers. Otherwise you may find yourself doing battle with the IBA, TROT, Karl, Bald-man, Laugh-man and the rest of these hideous psychopaths.
On the plus side, you might have a superpower, which could ironically be a drug that allowed for the swap of your subconscious with your conscious self, but only for some time, and depending of the situation your subconscious would be acting (living) for you, or you would be living in a dream while your body is idle in place, your subconscious would have accesses to all of your memories and knowledge, and it would always choose the best options for you, but it wouldn't share any new info gathered, it will remain for itself. On the other hand, if you fall into slumber and live inside a dream, you will remember them and interact just like if you were awake, these will use all your knowledge and imagination to generate the most awesome experiences, like a machine of experiences also known as matrix, but in the form a drug.
Huh, I have a few of those sickle scythe things (your seasonal level icon), even had to use it once, a few weeks after the mower took a shit :| Figure I was 7 or 8, not long after we moved up to the farmhouse...
If I had to make a supposition, I'd say your personality would thrive in a complex support setting (job-wise). Your intellect can associate and prioritize things so well, I'd think...a floor manager of some type, maybe one just for staff. Take a management course, bullshit your way in somewhere... Perception of many things in one brain, can do much for the whole.
Level 60 here I come!!!
.. In three years time.
Fuck! I could be dead before then. I'll have to hire somebody to do my fives everyday!
But how can you hire them if you're dead Nietz? Dur!
There is no chance I will get that management job now. ARGHHH!!!!!!
But there might be a position on the Anger Management course. Of course there is, there is always room to be coarse on an Hang-myself Management Course. In order to deal with all that negative energy, you have to release it.. into the wild.. Just set it free.
Set your anger free, but get your physical self jailed for 30 years in the process.
We're all prawns on God's chessboard, to be rolled, consumed and admired on that stage....
We're all pawns with prawny genitals taking part in God's great big porn movie.
We all find ways to be useful somewhere, somehow... there are roles to play.
Life is a game, and people are the chess pieces.
I just don't want to be a pawn.
That's Buckyball Fuller... (the above) was part of an interview he had for Discover (or Omni) magazine. Always wondered if carbon fiber would ever take off... now it's the 'in' thing, even mixing it with other metals.
So... Gene Roddenberry's Star Trek kinda revolves around a world without money, where humans can just 'better themselves' and find something to do if they want to...
Humans bettering themselves is not for every single individual. I think it's something that you have to feel in your blood and guts, usually it's a feeling at the back of your mind that never seems to leave and constantly eats away at you to the point of obsession. I think when you feel like that, it's time to quit your day job and get the hell down to ripping those creative thoughts out of your system and figure out why your mind and body keep telling you to do something fucking useful with the gift.
It's a nice ideological statement, one that isn't entirely in harmony of what's actually practical. I think everybody (excluding those that are truly disabled) needs to "work" in order to earn a place of society, and to have a right to "nice" things. I'll agree though, people need to go to school and continue thinking about what they were thinking about, until they found that particular purpose...problem is I forgot what it was exactly that I was thinking about before I became disillusioned.
So what is it that you plan to do (or are currently doing) that fulfills your purpose, in particular? I'm strongly considering quitting my drudgery of a job that I've held for the past 6.5 years, although I'm worried about by finding another line of work that will have the same pay (which isn't much at all to begin with) and opportunity for me to move up. In order to find that purpose, one still needs to make ends meet...this especially rings true if you plan on raising a family (which I have zero intention of)
I wouldn't say that everybody needs to work, just a certain amount of people. Some of us just don't feel like we fit in a situation when it comes to the drudgery of menial work, and I think there is a reason for that, it's not always laziness, many of us feel within ourselves that we were alive for other reasons, I wont say 'better' reasons, just different reasons, i.e. a different career choice. More than likely a creative pursuit.
The longer a person spends at school, the more likely that conditioning works in a subliminal manner, which causes a person to concentrate on trivial things such as grades, finding a job, marriage, etc. The truth is many of us spend years chasing something that we think we want to do as a career, but age does eventually reveal to you what you really want from life and that is because you seek things out, mature, absorb knowledge and start to evaluate your own life more and more.
My plan is to shut myself away for a prolonged period of time, bang my head against a wall, toil, live on cans of red bull and monster, and not leave the room until I've written a novel.. and another one... and another one and just repeat that cycle forever and ever and ever until death.
There is nothing else left for me on Earth to do apart from fulfil that purpose. Nothing else matters, I don't care about struggling, having no money, lack of food. I'll just keep working and working until I achieve my goal. And I have been doing in small doses, but want to now do it more intently without distraction, insecurity or worry.
Some people are freaks because they have nothing else going on in their lives apart from the one thing they are good at. It would be nice to become one of those people.
Man, this is so incredible different from my recent post on Mr Vicarious page, i was feeling like a 70 year old in forced retirement, and now that i am reading you i am kinda invigorated.
To remember and do what you like regardless of what others try to impose you, is a battle, a hard one, but is worth fighting it, i guess i got immersed too much in the perspective of a retired old man, to remember that there is a world beyond working. Writing is some serious shit.
It's like you were in a bed paralysed from the neck down to the feet, but you woke up one morning and realised that you could wriggle your toes, then your knees started to jerk and your fingers began to twitch. All of a sudden, your retirement was postponed and you stood up on your feet in that hospital room after yanking out all the drips and pulling off all the velcro pads. You couldn't remember anything until you opened a drawer and noticed a slip of paper. And on the front of this slip of paper in big black letters, was a message, a message that reminded you that retirement is no longer on the agenda. The invigorating feeling of empowerment and determination began to spread around your body like a happy virus. Bringing back your vitality and motivation, reminding you that your purpose in life was unfinished, so you picked up the pen again and you wrote...
Lets hope that statement doesn't get you in trouble with he powers that be.
But damn right i agree.
The powers that pee. Showers that seep and create a golden river so deep that they need to stand on tiptoe just to keep their noses able to breathe.
The powers that be, never cared about me or you, they'd sooner see us dying in the street, rather than enjoy us finding our feet.
I come to the conclusion that you are never freer as a soul than when you're soaring
You just let the weight of the world pass you by no matter what mud life slings your way
The objective is to use other people's criticism as a motivation mechanism
To truly feel at one inside your blood and guts and know that everything will be okay
To not fear danger or be Intimidated by those that seek to keep you down
You will rise with such motivation and vigour that ensures no hurdle remains too high
Survival will take care of itself. The human condition is indefeasible
You will satiate that thirst
The Second Chapter is only just beginning...
Supported long enough, now it's time to give back
You feel ready to start
To bury yourself under an avalanche of thoughts
And not surface until your work is wodr perfetc
Your Cortex is a Vortex of Complex views which leave other people so perplexed
Perfect musings oozing from your screw loose mood swings
What makes you do things so instantaneous?
Insane mania intense speed thinking brain cum Tasmanian train-like cranium
Devilish strain explained in ways that suggest you revel in pain
Dishevelled and strange, deranged, but you wouldn't exchange it
For the world.
Yeah pretty much stop earning a living and go live.
So is this a clue about your newest crazy good track?
If you do something you truly enjoy, it's no longer earning a living, it's more like finding your true purpose in life.
Now I feel ready to create. For every remaining waking hour that I breathe. I will no longer allow worry, doubt and security to compromise my creative freedom.
Health, safety, love, employment, death, fuck it all to hell.
I'm always working on music, even though I'm not the greatest musician in the world, I feel that with continual undistracted persistence and practice, it will come together.
I vow that Nothing will supercede the importance of creative freedom here on in.
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