Bitterness is the most repulsive trait. Anything that is bitter is forced not to rely on attraction, but to impose itself upon the world. The problem is life has a habit of making people bitter. Sometimes it happens early in life. People themselves can make you bitter and as a result they’ll make you unlovable.

I’m reminded of the three vinegar tasters, Buddha, Laozi and Confucius. Confucius tastes the vinegar and says it is sour. Laozi tastes it and says it is sweet. The Buddha tastes it and says it is bitter. I like this myth because it takes three philosophies and clarifies how they’re ultimately just perspectives, rather than absolute truths.
You can spend your whole life absorbed in Buddhism or Catholicism or any other idea for that matter and come to see it as an absolute truth. But then zoom out a little and you can reframe a philosophy. Buddha says life is Dukkha, unsatisfactory. But is that so? Is this an absolute truth or just another flavor?
For vast numbers of people this is not really possible, to look at their worldview from a detached perspective. When I see recordings of Buddhist monks, they often seem entirely convinced that life is bitter, they can’t detach themselves from this conviction. The sourness and sweetness are still there, they just can’t taste it any longer.
But I look at bitterness as a kind of end state. Out of all the religions and philosophies that have sprung forth in India, only Buddhism truly seems to stand the test of time. Spengler looked at Buddhism as Indic civilization entering senescence. It’s the only philosophy left for a body approaching its end. In secularized form it is becoming a kind of cosmopolitan world religion.
There’s a problem doctors have with old people. They tend to love to eat grapefruit, but the fruit contains an enzyme that interferes in the metabolization of many medicines. And yet the elderly will continue eating the bitter citrus fruit, for the same reason old people grow addicted to coffee. Once you near the end, your taste receptors fade away all you can still taste is bitterness. You find yourself forced to learn to enjoy the bitter flavors the world has to offer.
There is another option however. You can force yourself to forget what you learned. Electroconvulsive therapy is used for this purpose, I doubt it would be as effective if it did not cause retrograde amnesia. They test it on rats and find the animals are eager to drink sweet water again, they forgot whatever negative association they had with it. It is in essence as if they died a little.
It seems these are the three options you’re left with once you learn to recognize that foul bitterness the vinegar has to offer. You can choose to embrace the bitterness, you can try to forget what you learned or you can refrain from taking more.
Soon, my sad and twisted bitterness will end. The new LSWM game will be released!
https://store.steampowered.com/app/3191240/Unemployment_Simulator/
Try this too:
https://store.steampowered.com/app/632300/Hobo_Tough_Life/
Are you hobo-pilled anon?
Sorry, I usually don’t play lame-ass 2D sidescroller games (the only exception in the last 20 years was “Mr. Prepper”). And I don’t pay for games because my “Fitgirl” gives me all games for free.
Wait. What? Haven’t you said you want to live with Jenny in the Metaverse?
And now you are happy with a side scroller?
What’s wrong with your quality requirements?
I would like to meet the DMT machine elves too.
But I had mostly bad trips when trying psychedelic drugs.
Yes, that Stephen Crane. So yes, the Joyce Carol Oates book took its title from his poem.
In the DesertBY Stephen Crane
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.”
More Stephen Crane.
God lay dead in heaven;
Angels sang the hymn of the end;
Purple winds went moaning,
Their wings drip-dripping
With blood
That fell upon the earth.
It, groaning thing,
Turned black and sank.
Then from the far caverns
Of dead sins
Came monsters, livid with desire.
They fought,
Wrangled over the world,
A morsel.
But of all sadness this was sad —
A woman’s arms tried to shield
The head of a sleeping man
From the jaws of the final beast.
and more: https://mypoeticside.com/poets/stephen-crane-poems
Stephen Crane
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
And eventually he achieved it —
It was clay.
Now this is the strange part:
When the man went to the earth
And looked again,
Lo, there was the ball of gold.
Now this is the strange part:
It was a ball of gold.
Aye, by the heavens, it was a ball of gold.
Stephen Crane
A man toiled on a burning road,
Never resting.
Once he saw a fat, stupid ass
Grinning at him from a green place.
The man cried out in rage,
“Ah! Do not deride me, fool!
I know you —
All day stuffing your belly,
Burying your heart
In grass and tender sprouts:
It will not suffice you.”
But the ass only grinned at him from the green place.
Stephen Crane
God fashioned the ship of the world carefully.
With the infinite skill of an All-Master
Made He the hull and the sails,
Held He the rudder
Ready for adjustment.
Erect stood He, scanning His work proudly.
Then — at fateful time — a wrong called,
And God turned, heeding.
Lo, the ship, at this opportunity, slipped slyly,
Making cunning noiseless travel down the ways.
So that, forever rudderless, it went upon the seas
Going ridiculous voyages,
Making quaint progress,
Turning as with serious purpose
Before stupid winds.
And there were many in the sky
Who laughed at this thing.
My grandmother was given electroconvulsive therapy. The poor dear had a very difficult time in her later years.
I thought it had been made illegal since then like lobotomies, but no.
I have a very close relative who came within inches of being treated with ECT about fifteen years ago. It is most certainly still in use.
Cycling back to this.
I had an Uncle who had electroshock therapy.
He was a gifted man – I can still picture his drawings.
He got depressed. They gave him shock therapy.
The treatment completely destroyed him.
Permanently institutionalised.
His drawings remained on the wall of my Great Grandmothers house. His room remained locked up for all time.
Probably becuase older people have ruined their taste buds from a lifetime ot eating hot peppers. This generation of young people are well on their way to hearing loss. Everywhere I go (college town) I see them wearing earphones blasting music you can hear across the street.
There’s a third path here – insulation until sensitivity returns.
Retard on Bitterness
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I’m in that “weird” part of YouTube, again:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=__T3i9IONWw?&t=29
Not my proudest fap, I’ll admit.
What happens when a Judaic, say Bibi, tastes the vinegar? Why, he declares it ‘antisemitic’, of course.
Are you a Muslim?