who wants to answer a 370-question psyche test?

MMPI-2, find out your major malfunction.

http://pastebin.com/raw/ZRgYKHuA

Just paste the text in wordpad or notepad and “save as” with a ‘.html’ file extension, open the page, take the test, and post your results below. Here are mine (and no I have no idea what any of this means): Continue reading “who wants to answer a 370-question psyche test?”

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dialing back the ‘cringe-purge’ just a little

I TRIED to mostly get away from cringy weeb stuff, but some music is just too good to get away from.

guess I can keep a few albums around so long as the singer sounds like a woman and not a little girl (eg Aoi EirAya Uchida) or at least has a few songs good enough to overlook a youthful voice (eg Yui Makino), AND the album doesn’t have a cartoon cover or is too cutesy/poppy so nobody needs to know that a particular singer is also an anime voice actress and/or has done a few anime theme/credit song and/or character songs. =) Continue reading “dialing back the ‘cringe-purge’ just a little”

clarifying the whole violence and passion in music thing

Pt 2.

Thought I should clarify the whole musical themes/lyrics/etc about violence and lust a bit more as I was jotting down the above in a hurry so I could get to bed. That and it’s so much fun to not have a giant pile of chores to divvy up across the next week and just chillax in front of my computer for a good two to four hours image-viewing and navel-gazing like the good ol’ days. =)

I’m not judging anyone elses’ tastes when I say the likes of “anime is cringe”, only how I personally feel about such things. Like when that housekeeper came over last week, I felt the need to take down and hide those posters of Rin and Alicia and to hide my Umi figma, etc. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back: even if it’s silly of me, if I’m that embarrassed of something, I need to get rid of it. Best for Right/Perfect Speech, too. Continue reading “clarifying the whole violence and passion in music thing”

buddhism as psychotherapy

Though I may never reach “enlightenment/awakening” in this life, if instead of crossing the river I end up making this a houseboat, at least I can try training my brain to result in becoming less of a neurotic, self-conscious, sorry sadsack most the time so living sucks a little less, then maybe I can get back to bodybuilding, learning Japanese, and so on with less triggering of my chronic depression & anxiety…

riding ever onward

Dropped trike off; chain stretched (I JUST GOT THAT FIXED A MONTH AGO FOR $40) and something to do with the pedals; this could cost me anywhere between $25 to $150 and I’ll be walking to and from work who knows how many days; who can say if walking or cycling is worse for my back. Speaking of my back, it’s gotten, like, real bad in the past few days; trying not to freak out, trying not to let The Bad Thoughts grip me too hard. Ranting on the Internet while my heart palpitates from too much caffeine makes me feel a bit better, same with stuffing myself silly. Sucks that one of the few things that brings me joy in life makes me fat, forever swinging between “YAY FOOD FOOD!” and “NO NO NO EATING SUPER BAD WRONG!” But oh well, if I’m to keep looking okay in loose clothes (the best I can accomplish; no Looking Good Naked(tm) for me) I’ve no choice but to exercise constant vigilance against my own monstrous gluttony so that I do not return to looking like a monster — and sucking dry most of my emotional / willpower reserves in the process so I don’t have enough left for learning a new language or going to college or talking to girls or whatever. Oh well, nuttin’ a’tall to do but shrug and stop fighting fate and accept my ruined life, just lose myself in trivialities like anime and blogging muh feewings away until I die, the tagline on my tombstone “a giant waste of what could have been like 99.999% of all humans ever, but hey at least he didn’t die obese!”. Continue reading “riding ever onward”

anti-depressants = no

I don’t trust ’em:

• They’re pushed too hard for comfort, like flu vaccinations and anti-psychotics/Ritalin/etc for little boys in the 90’s; this makes me very suspicious: “salesman behavior” raises red flags.
• I’ve seen/read/heard of too many horror stories.
• I’d have to spend months and months “pill-shopping” for one that “works”, spending hundreds of dollars and dozens of hours performing the hated Doctor-Shuffle — and who knows what side-effects and toxins I’ll be saddled with in the meanwhile.
• I at least know what bad things alcohol will do to me. (The devil you know is better than the devil you don’t.)
• Is “depression” even a thing? I’m not wholly convinced this isn’t just some made-up BS* to sell drugs so nobody has to actually, y’know, treat the problem rather than bandage the symptoms. If someone has a broken foot, would you hand them more comfortable shoes and tell them to piss off?
• I’ve personally-witnessed their total ineffectiveness — everyone I’m close to are on them and they’re each still miserable.

I’d rather feel bad than become an ADHD zombie with erectile dysfunction. That, and it would be the Ultimate Surrender: just about my entire Health & Fitness Lifestyle has been at root about not being on anti-depressants. My struggles, my pride, my one and only thing I’ve ever pursued to any measure of success, will all be taken away from me the moment I pop my first anti-depressant. No, that’s not rational — so what? Being unreasonable and loony just makes me like everyone else; and considering the stark raving hostility I’ve noted over and over against individualism, elitism, the “South Park goth” stereotype, and so forth (how else do you explain “desire to be different” used as an insult? I’ve even seen uttered “borderline critique of authority” and no, I have yet to find a more sickening phrase); isn’t that a win?

There. I’ve spelled it out in plain, pure English. You can SHUT UP about it now. Thank you. Continue reading “anti-depressants = no”