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03-13-2024, 08:54 AM
The limiting factor for most of (You) is no friends and no money. This is why 4chan hates women and drug use, but loves solitary activities like animre, vidya, old books, and porn
Guest Wrote:Ya'll are lame, get some bitches
Yamaneko Butai Wrote:Many actual monks, living in actual monasteries, are still well remembered thousands of years after for their death for contributions to literature, writing, history, art, mathematics, etc. Can you say the same, or is your "monastery" just a lolicon gooncave? Will you be able to say you left something of importance behind? If so, I suppose there's nothing wrong with NEET monasticism. But it must at least be something on the order of "The Collected notes of Anon on 17th c. European tea culture" rather than "Anon's trashcan of sticky tissues".
Thomas Manning Wrote:"Dirt, dirt, grease, smoke. Misery, but good mutton."
Perceval Landon Wrote:heaped up . . . to the first floor windows. In the middle of the street runs a stinking channel, which thaws daily. In it, horns and bones and skulls of every beast eaten or not eaten by the Tibetans lie till the dogs and ravens have picked them clean. The stench is fearful. A curdled and foul torrent flows, in the daytime, through the market place. The men and women have never washed themselves . . . and the disgust of all this is heightened by the everlasting snows of Chomolhari – a huge wedge of argent a mile high.
Ernst Schäfer and Bruno Berger (summarized) Wrote:Inside the Jokhang there was a great orange crush of monks. Some were suffocating and had to be passed to safety over the heads of the others. Schäfer claimed that when they were not praying and chanting inside the holy sites, the monks indulged in every excess: drinking, smoking, gambling and arranging orgies with Lhasa’s prostitutes. All over the city fires were lit on street corners to cook tsampa, and thestreets became slippery with excrement.
"After his experience in east Tibet, where gonorrhoea and syphilis were endemic, Schäfer had made sure that Beger carried treatments for venereal disease, and he would discover that even monks would be in need of this particular service."
"Beger realized they were all suffering from untreated gonorrhoea; the symptoms were unmistakable. ‘Even celibate monks’, Beger noted in his diary, ‘could not control their natural desires.’ It was ‘like a plague’, he said. Most of his patients called a venereal infection the ‘Chinese Disease’; monks claimed they acquired it by ‘sitting in long grass’. Traditional medicine had no remedy for venereal infections, although marijuana was sometimes used."
From Shöl, the Germans crossed the Yuto Sampa or ‘Turquoise Bridge’ with its crowds of beggars, and after that a wasteland heaped with piles of refuse. Schäfer saw small pigs rooting in mounds of excrement or gnawing on discarded bones and rotten horses’ heads. Nearby they found the Post and Telegraph Office which had been built inside the ruined Tengye-ling Monastery, destroyed after its abbot had sided with the Chinese in 1912. From there they skirted the only, and unused, public latrine in Lhasa
Schäfer had discovered for himself that it was a scurrilous fairy tale that Tibetans never washed, but although he admitted ‘I myself love the odour of yak dung more than anything’
Heinrich Harrer Wrote:"We had to pay a high price for some rancid butter and maggoty meat."
"They were nice, friendly people, and they invited us to share their fire and drink a cup of rancid butter tea with them."
"butter tea, which is usually made with rancid butter and is generally repugnant to Europeans. It is, however, universally drunk and appreciated by the Tibetans, who often drink as many as sixty cups in a day."
"The thick gray walls of the buildings have an age-old appearance, and the overpowering smell of rancid butter and unwashed monks has sunk deep into the stonework."
“Wherever I live, I shall feel homesick for Tibet. I often think I can still hear the cries of wild geese and cranes and the beating of their wings as they fly over Lhasa in the clear, cold moonlight. My heartfelt wish is that my story may create some understanding for a people whose will to live in peace and freedom has won so little sympathy from an indifferent world.”
"Venereal Disease is very common in Tibet"
ecofren Wrote:Almost everybody I see is a drug-addict. These people seem very happy with how they spend their free time. I was surprised at how thin much of the population is but very few of them look healthy. Touching grass here becomes an exercise in averting your eyes to everything their ideology creates on the way to the neon rain forest themed cafe and some dressed up third worlder street food.
Guest Wrote:Ya'll are lame, get some bitches
(03-11-2024, 07:57 PM)august Wrote: [ -> ]They're telling you to 'go get some fuggin pussy bro' because 'you're a loser incel chud' and the Coolest Nigger Alive would definitely laugh at you.
Guest Wrote:What does this have to do with niggers? Would people not act like this in the absence of blacks? It’s an easy comeback because no one who’s online all the time has any friends. It isn’t fair but it’s accurate.
(03-17-2024, 05:37 AM)a system is failing Wrote: [ -> ]I am constantly being told by your kind that I am LE AUTISTIC and I can't make LE EYE CONTACT and that I have bad manners or people can't stand me and I can't take care of myself but it's literally all just nonsense.
Guest Wrote:I didn’t say any of this, I asked questions and presented arguments, and you responded with soyrage.
Guest Wrote:The meme is just unpleasant shaming of 'effete whites' à la Hyde. It isn't even racist, there's no point to it.Actually I’m pretty sure it was for chapo leftists and not “effete whites.” Also, they wince every time they see ‘nigger’ because it’s a reminder that their ostensible cool affect is so contrary to their moralizing nature.
Lindenbaum Wrote:One of the main purposes of this thread was to try to find out from those of you who regularly "touch grass" (I take touching grass to essentially mean "engaging with the real world") what you actually get out of it and what's so good about it (if anything). My experiences with the outside world haven't been great so far. The best, most moving and emotional moments of my life have all taken place while engaging with anime or video games, and the people I've felt closest to have been characters from these mediums. I started playing Resident Evil 4 (2005) a few days ago, and I really like Leon Kennedy. I find the game to be quite creepy/unnerving at times, especially the music, so his confident attitude and funny, bizarre one-liners give me a lot of relief. In the 10 hours that I've known him so far, I feel closer to Leon than 99% of the real people I've ever known.
I had a disagreement with someone I know last week, he said that video games and anime are just pixels on a screen, and that by wasting my time on them, I'm not really living. But is anyone "really living" these days? I don't think that the dull crap normies get up to is "living", in fact I think that my anime characters are more alive and more real than they are. The stuff he was saying I could be doing with my life was all boring nonsense too, like getting a wife, reproducing, as if there's anything special in reproduction for its own sake. I think I'd rather save the President's daughter from Los Illuminados.
(03-12-2024, 07:06 PM)Guest Wrote: [ -> ]Ya'll are lame, get some bitches