At what point does self-destructive behaviour render one's life no longer liveable?

[Kanemahu]

I think he means that the repetitive quoting of the same posts in the thread makes it difficult for people to read. Wave addresses that by allowing the text to be presented one time but people can tag their comments onto the same text instead of quoting it repetitively.

Let's pretend we're playing charades. Right now I'm tapping my nose and jumping up and down excitedly.

http://wave.google.com/help/wave/about.html

Introduction video is really long, but oh so fascinating.

 

[fetaby]

Alright then. Fair enough.

I'll see what I can do. Although I believe color coding is an easy way for others to follow, I've got dibs on blue. It allows a visual distinction that is easily recognizable. This could work as long as replies are limited to the user's last post, and colors, once chosen, remain constant. Blah.

 

[Kanemahu]

Alright then. Fair enough.

I'll see what I can do. Although I believe color coding is an easy way for others to follow, I've got dibs on blue. It allows a visual distinction that is easily recognizable. This could work as long as replies are limited to the user's last post, and colors, once chosen, remain constant. Blah.

I love reading your quotes in the structure you use, it makes it super easy to see where you're making a point and to what you are referring. It just gets a little hard to follow what amounts to a quote-of-a-quote-of-a-quote-of-a-quote-of-a-quote... I'm sure you see where I'm going.

As much as I enjoyed reading this thread from the beginning, it just got a little hard to keep track of all the counterpoints made in relation to the original point and I thought immediately of google wave.

This has been a service announcement from your new Google Overlords, and the number 3.14. (3.14 is always better because the cake is a lie.)

/de-rail off

 

[BrainDamage]

I think it was the need for an answer. I may have mentioned it earlier.

. I would very much consider it a personal favor if you reflected on why you felt the pressure of "a need for an answer" I do not need you to stroke my ego, please remeber. Stay objective.

Life doesn't make sense without an answer. I get the feeling that this is going to be an infinite regression.

I "think" I'll stick with my original answer. If I wanted, my strengths could be anything. Since I don't feel the need to want, my strengths are nothing.

If that is the case, why do you feel the need to say as much. You seem to try so desparately to deny anything that could possibly be viewed as positive. So now you tell me? At what point does self destructive behaviour render one's life unlivable? Has it happened yet. Do you want it to happen? If I am to post anymore in this thread, I will need to have as honest an answer to these questions as possible. Thank you. And one more thing, the fact that you feel you have no need to want is often called contentment. It is often paired with the emotions of fullness and happiness. Do you feel this is the case?

I think it has happened. The only problem is, this state doesn't cause me the unbearable emotional pain required to drive me to commit suicide. Emotions were victims of the self-destructive process. And I can't remember what that pain felt like in order to recreate it.

Confession time.... Believe it or not bd. You are one of the main reasons I have decided to continue my stay at jub. There is a lot of crazy in the air around the other forums. I've had to think about why I come here. And what I hope to gain from my time spent here.

This running dialogue with you. It has a place of importance in my life. It is entertaining to me. That is not a bad thing. I likes to laugh. It feels good.

I would very much like to know more about you. But I do grow weary of the back and forth sometimes. My time is becoming precious as the different events in my life unfolds. I lose more of it everyday. I would not like to waste any of it. That is my ultimate motivation. That is my bid to "live" and experience as much as possible before stepping into that void.

I thank you bd, for getting me back into the headspace that drove me to drugs in the first place. The search for answers, to some of humanities trickiest questions.

I may be proven wrong when all is said and done. But it is my subjective reality that I must live with, and with my ultimate motivation in mind. I have to start making decisions to manuever myself towards meeting my goals.

It is very real, that I owe you the biggest of thanks for opening my eyes to the veils once again. And regardless of the circumstances that cloud your eyes to the fact that you can not recognize friendship, I do wish you will believe, to your core, that I consider myself your friend. It is now up to you. Make a decision. I will respect the choice you make.

If you like this thread, and feel it is worthy of spending you time. You know what to do .

Either way, enjoy your days.

I'm going to bed soon. I look forward to your reply.

Are you dying?

 

[KaraBulut]

Are you dying?

I believe that he's taken a holiday to get caught up on real life issues.

 

[fetaby]

Life doesn't make sense without an answer. I get the feeling that this is going to be an infinite regression. And just who in the hell told you it had to make sense? Ugh, and you say I live under the veil...

I think it has happened. The only problem is, this state doesn't cause me the unbearable emotional pain required to drive me to commit suicide. Emotions were victims of the self-destructive process. And I can't remember what that pain felt like in order to recreate it. Funny, every time I thought about suicide it came from a place I would in no way consider unbearable... My suicidal motivations stem from a delusion that my presence doesn't carry weight. That my reality doesn't amount to anything. That I don't exist in the first place so what is the point in carrying on with this shell of biological functions. But to speak on what you said. You say you can't remember what the pain felt like? Is it possible that what you considered pain was just a small lil hiccup down the road of life know as loss of innocence? I lost mine in stages over the years.. The first piece left me crying face down at the kitchen table while my family watched sitcoms in the living room. I can't remember if I've recounted that bit about my past or not and I'm too lazy to go check.

Are you dying?

Why yes I am, nice of you to notice.. I thought that since it was happening anyway I might as well go make the interim a bit more pleasurable. I took a hiatus from all this wonderful late night bull shitting to create wearable art and hock it to various people in the surrounding area. It was nice. So how are you?