Old coffee

I am nearly 40 years old. It’s taken nearly all of that time for me to finally finally get used to black coffee. When I started drinking coffee (around the age of two *cough*bad parents*cough*) I never imaged that I would come to this. But here we are.

Okay, actually only took about two weeks to get used to it. I actually enjoy it now. My younger self would never have believed it. But as it turns out, there’s a trick to it. Are you ready? Here it is:

Get really old, and let your taste buds die.

This works for a lot of things actually. I like meatloaf now, too.

Old coffee

The will ‘o the wisp

I feel like I might as well address the premise of the article I linked to in that previous post about Millennials, i.e., that eschewing sex means never experiencing intimacy.

So what? Intimacy, as described by popular culture, is a myth. While it is presented as something worth having, it is in fact akin to handing someone a knife, and then giving them a clear, unobstructed view of your back. Most people are selfish narcissists. Most people are only interested in others if those others have something that they want. Most people, then, will immediately discard anyone in their lives that no longer provide them with some sort of benefit. Which I suppose is fine, if you can provide something to someone forever, but don’t expect to be asked to stick around if you end up being bled completely dry

Any advice columnist will tell you, the key to happiness is learning to be alone with yourself. After all, whatever twists and turns and detours you take through intimacy and relationships, you’ll just end up alone anyway — so why waste your time? In your heart, you know that most relationships only lead to heartbreak anyway.

What’s so wrong about never being loved? Love is just a lot of specific chemicals in a person’s brain that will eventually fizzle out like an Alka-Seltzer. Not having the ability to temporarily alter someone else’s brain chemistry is treated like a massive failure, for some reason, and I can’t figure out why. Their are certain criticisms I am will to accept about myself (I long ago learned to accept that I am slightly less than human), but c’mon — there are lots of perfectly healthy, normal, good people who will never be intimate with anyone, and it seems really unfair to tar them all with the same brush.

Funnily enough, a lot of the criticisms aimed at those who eschew sex and intimacy have the same kind of tone you’d expect an accusation of malingering to have. No sex and no deep relationships? Get to work, you lazy-ass goldbrick. There’s probably a significant point to be made about that, but I’m tired of thinking about this shit for now.

 

The will ‘o the wisp

Why does anyone care about this? Mind your own business

“The proffered reasons for millennial abstinence? A culture of overwork and an obsession with career status, a fear of becoming emotionally involved and losing control, an online-dating milieu that privileges physical appearance above all, anxieties surrounding consent, and an uptick in the use of libido-busting antidepressants.” From: Millennials are having less sex than any generation in 60 years. Here’s why it matters. – LA Times

Or, maybe because sex is dumb? Why does no one ever point that out.

Look at the world we live in, and consider how many of its issues we can lay at the feet of frustrated horniness. More simply put: A lot of bad shit happens because certain people can’t get laid. But! A generation choosing to opt out of horniness? That is hope for the future, my friend! Some day we, as a species, will conquer desire and make the world a paradise. Well yes, it’ll only last a single generation of course, but what a happy generation that will be!

Why does anyone care about this? Mind your own business

Um…

“Soper’s hypothesis – which I’ve been interested in since he first wrote about it in 2014 – is that many mental illnesses (such as depression and anxiety) are evolved defenses against the special risk that human cognition presents: the ability to conceptualize ending all of one’s problems by ending one’s brain.” From: Patch 7.822: An Experimental Design Puzzle | The View from Hell (Via The Morning News)

So, um, I may have been kind of hinting at this for a while now. I’m not a psychologist or anything (I never did get that degree at least), but I’ve had an inkling this was the case. I might go one step further, by suggesting that what society deems mentally healthy is, in fact, a delusional state in and of itself. But… if I do, then it basically looks like I’m claiming that the only rational response to an unfiltered view of actual reality is suicide. Which may or may not be the case, but the last thing I want is to be the one who prods someone already on the edge to make a fatal decision.

Um…

Best of the worst

Boing Boing: Who has better orgasms – men or women?

First thing: it’s a video, animated, but probably not safe for work. Second, it’s really more of a “here’s some facts, make up your own mind” sort of thing.

In my case, it really only reinforced my belief that sex is simply more trouble than it’s worth. Okay, so you manage the difficult task of getting to have sex, and your big grand prize is… an orgasm. Maybe. If you happen to be a guy. Pfft, big whoop.

 

Best of the worst