Agnostic or at least atheist traders.

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Serious question, have you ever tried SSRI's? (Zoloft, Paxil,Effexor, Prozac...) Getting on the stuff 5 years ago was one of the best descisions I ever made.

Maybe some good can come from this pointless thread.

Rearden,

Which one do you find the best? My coworker took Paxil, which I believe also helps anxiety. I'm not sure if all SSRI's work for anxiety, but it is definately something I'd try -- and perhaps aderall.
 
Only tried Zoloft. It worked so well, I never tried any of the others. They're all pretty similar anyways. You can buy Z without a prescription or talking to annoying shrinks at www.inhousepharmacy.com . No questions asked.

Basically, all SSRI's block seratonin from escaping your brain, so you always have a higher seratonin level than you normally would. Good shit I tell ya.
 
Quote from rowenwood:

we are like minds? Yes I must've misspelled Christo. You're an artist, philosopher, or? I'm utterly surprised that you're familiar with these names.
Thanks for the recommendation. Aren't you going to criticize my philosophy. Do you find any flaws, other than my use of generalizations, or use of words?

Not an artist or a philosopher, but pay some attention to recent arts.

Can't offer any criticisms , but will wish you the best in your endeavors and current/future odysseys
 
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very original, you must be proud. Do you at all realize the depth of your pathetic existence, of your stupidity, or the pointlessness of you organism? Do you know that if you, and probably everyone you know died, the world would be better off. Because you make no attempt to think an original thought; you are satisfied with repeating the sentences of others'. You're a repeater. I feel suffocated by your type of stupidity.

I wish there was someone as intelligent as me. I wish I had a companion. If only she was a beautiful blonde with similar aesthetic tastes. I'm very lonely under the regulations of the powerful leaders of stupidity. Here in dumb land, there is me, and my amazing ideas, drowning in a orderly line of stupidity. They whimper and scream as they hate me and I eloquently hate them. Anger, bravery, cunning, determination, but they're disgusting me. They wonder why I love myself: because no one is better than, or as good as, me. I kiss my hand touch my cheek and fall asleep until a better day when I'll vanquish everything.

Yeah well you're a poo poo head.
 
No sorry, you're a classic energy monster. Throw out some flamebait and then tell everyone they've been set up. I've been online since the early 90s pal. I've seen thousands of you guys. You aren't original and you aren't smart. Bye.
 
It appears that your life is all about you, your needs, your feelings, your wants.

No wonder there may be feelings in you that something is missing.

I did this, I did that, I am this, I am that, me, me, me, me.......

Do you think Narcissus a happy man?


Quote from rowenwood:

from mocking to. I've lived many lifestyles. I've been the most popular person in high school. I've been in jail. I've done LSD.
I've been a raver, rapper, drug dealer, investor, artist and poet. I've lived on three continents and I know how to creat fire using the bow drill method.

I don't see the world as a voyeur any more than anyone else. To the contrary, I'm more likely to create ideas for people to experience. I've experienced so many aspects of life, especially adventure and partying, that I'm bored with activities that aren't cerebral. Even highs and fine pussy get boring.

The most pleasurable experience I've ever had was crying out of pure joy and sorrow simultaneously. The next best is the feeling I get when I come upon an idea that is innovative.

Whether or not I'm delusional matters little as long as I eventually prove myself to the world. But understand, I've already succeeded in my own mind. I'm the harshest critic of my own art and writing. I've found that being completely honest with one's self and always striving for a higher level of excellence is the way to achieving greatness.

In being semi-reclusive I block out the noise which distracts me from myself. I've faced the utmost pain and torment which comes with isolation, and in doing so I've became more than another person with opinions that are soley shaped by the thoughts of others.

I'm not a19th century naturalist but I do believe poetry is possible. It may not be like the poetry of pre-war earas but.

I have devised a certain strategy for thinking origianl thoughts. You too can become great if you're willing, and brave enough.
 
Listen to me very carefully, okay?

Forget what you know about philosophy, organisms and these narcisistic fantasies that are consuming you. No amount of dense, impenetrable babbling by some dead pontificator is going to pull you back from the staggering depths of insanity into which you have fallen.

However, I might be able to help. Are you open minded? Are you willing to suspend all you know and take a blind leap of faith into the unknown? Are you willing to read what I'm about to say and not play lawyer with it, but just take it at face value and try it for about a week to see how it works for you? If so, there may be hope.
So sit down, take a deep breath and brace yourself for some wisdom - the likes of which no great thinker on your list can rival.



First, I want you to extend your hand. Whichever one you use most often. Extend it in front of you and really look at it. Really study it - let the awe of its mechanism sink so far into your mind that your ability to articulate its nature become futile.
Now, I want you to take that hand and shove it up your ass as far as you can until you feel your head. You may have to really ram it up there because there's a good chance that your head is further up into your own ass than any other man has managed to get his head into his ass.

Once you find your head, take hold of it. Yank it out no matter the cost. Reattach it to your shoulders and welcome yourself back into reality.


-[M]
 
I think I'd rather keep my qualities which you find to be flaws, and leave my ass and head alone and separate. Though thank you so very, very, very-very for the timely kindness that could've saved a poor wretch like me. Don't take it too personally many have tried, all failed.

Sincerely,
Rowen
 
ARogueTrader

Re: I'm glad that your replies have changed
It appears that your life is all about you, your needs, your feelings, your wants.

No wonder there may be feelings in you that something is missing.

I did this, I did that, I am this, I am that, me, me, me, me.......

Do you think Narcissus a happy man?







Yes. Becuase I'm very, very, very-very great.
 
"Yes. Becuase I'm very, very, very-very great."

What you are saying sounds very familiar.

Are you into meat and cheese too?

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ARogueTrader

Re: I'm glad that your replies have changed
It appears that your life is all about you, your needs, your feelings, your wants.

No wonder there may be feelings in you that something is missing.

I did this, I did that, I am this, I am that, me, me, me, me.......

Do you think Narcissus a happy man?







Yes. Becuase I'm very, very, very-very great.
 
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