it pays and the kinds of people who get to do this spend their entire lives being gassed up and told that their place is one of merit and auspice so they act the part even when they're a braindead moron drooling t hemselves out on the floor while enabling horrific things domestically and abroad, they absolutely see themselves the enlightened protagonist and it's fucking infuriating.
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you know how nursing homes smell? exactly like that.
it depends on when in time you'd have asked me. When I first started having issues that demanded something like breathing exercises to manage - going from erratic breathing from overstimulation or panic attacks or anxiety attacks or whathave felt awful. My chest would feel wrong, my racing heart would be like HEY I WANNA SET THE TONE HERE and so there would be a physically uncomfortable clash
But i meditate and follow my breathing for mindfulness now, and i can say I have gotten used to how it feels to take control here. The discomfort will fade with use and practice, fyi - to me it ended up being like any other workout - initial discomfort followed by greater ease of action with repreated use.
if the act itself helps i have to recommend learning how to get used to it, and because of how brains work that's mostly repetition.
a mafia style open world game setting up protection rackets, extorting the wealthy, robbing banks, etc. for the cause.
When I was in highschool i got really obsessed with the concept of conditioning as taught by my psych class - operant conditioning and stuff being described in the simplest terms possible - and that led to weird places later in life. You can read between the lines if you want, but that's not why I'm here. I only wish to convey the start of a lifelong journey of deliberate self conditioning, taking the reigns of how I think and do in a way a lot of people surrender to their environment, chance, and genetic factors, i chose to control as much as one can.
This is hard work, it comes easier to some than others, but it gives me an understanding of how our inputs inform our outputs.
The major behavioral changes I really invested myself in were shedding 'male' coded thought pattern and behavior in favor of the feminine, but from the moment I undertook that work, I found that my inputs, largely dictated by circumstance and male socialization in the past, were informing my own plasticity - the flexibility of who i could be, because in some level the inputs - the media, the conversations i had - the people i surrounded myself with - all contributed to a reinforcement of what was already there, and continued development along axes i no longer found personally fulfilling.
so... i cut myself off from a lot of media. I was busy already, the free time I had no longer made sense as something i would waste on passive entertainment and matters that didn't improve myself somehow - video games became very unimportant to me, between hormonal changes and a dissatisfaction with my own mental treadmill - and especially violent games, violent media, pornography, etc.
My behavior changed. Say nothing of the hormones - the constant exposure of these elements normalized and reinforced toxic tendencies, and de-sensitized me to real human suffering that, within some months of re-ordering the inputs in my life, began to fade away and give way to a much more genuine expression of self.
I believe violent video games worsen us as humans. I believe the media we consume is largely tailored to reinforce worldviews that, even if only grudgingly, accept casual cruelty and violence at every level of society, and especially convey a sense that this is how it needs to be - and this is how American capital has largely captured the hearts and minds of its citizenry - even those of us unwilling to actually cooperate find ourselves pulled and forcibly immersed in this context that's reinforced by this kind of media.
So to me, no - the communist utopia of the unwritten future has none of this fucking shit in it - because this shit makes us worse people.
That's hard to square. I know. This garbage is the easiest dopamine pump we have, and at this point your treats are load bearing things - you would actually wanna do something stupid to remediate your material conditions if you didn't have them - and that's the point - this is the shit that makes you sleep. This is the shit Nada comprehends in black and white plain text when he puts his glasses on. You have to step away and refuse it to break out and perceive the tomorrow you yearn for with the religiosity of a devout Catholic seeking divine union.
is it normal to thirst after podcasters
i dont know or care what normal is really im just wondering
lecture random people they should be grateful for the soviet union's occupation
i feel like a lot of the "detective" shows that appear in columbo's wake, including some that columbo's own stable of early writers/directors worked on, were extremely regressive revisions of what columbo was.
it didn't even take until the show was cancelled for its legacy to be a bunch of reactionary dreck
well i was! I would at least raise my eyebrows and watch an episode if it was a thing. I think columbo without an extant peter falk to play him is a dead end road, but there are guys and gals out there that probably have what it takes to step into the role, and i'd watch it at least once
Another great character thing is that he loves his wife. Like, this shouldn't be a huge thing, but look at every. single. cop. show. it's wife hate and marital strife. Look at basically every comedic thing a boomer or gen xer ever touched, it's a load bearing amount of "hate my wife" jokes.
Columbo out here just, clearly adoring his spouse and it's just... i dunno i love it.
He's completely wholesome, but a chameleon gremlin with the prescience of like, Paul Atreides and a disposition to ruining the untouchable class.
in between the release of Red Alert 1 and Tiberian Sun, frank klepacki took video games music to its height and it has been downhill since.
Hellmarch and Pharaotek are basically the high water mark, and they are turning 30 soon. Sad.