Bitterness

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.

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Retard

Soon, my sad and twisted bitterness will end. The new LSWM game will be released!

https://store.steampowered.com/app/3191240/Unemployment_Simulator/

Diogenes
Cyber Viking

Imagine spending money on Hobo Simulator when there’s Hobo the schizophrenic homeless man simulator on Armor Games for free.

https://armorgames.com/play/2529/hobo

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Cyber Viking

Are you hobo-pilled anon?

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Diogenes

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.

Cyber Viking

Your loss Mr. Hobo Philosopher.

Diogenes

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?

Cyber Viking

Not every game is trying to do the same thing. The fact a game might not have highly complex gameplay or detailed graphics doesn’t mean it’s worthless. The Hobo flash games are great examples of grotesque absurdist humor. They’re fun. I like fun things. They’re like interactive cartoons that get progressively more ridiculous. “That Hobo is so fucking nasty hahahahaha!” – My Middle School buddy who I shared Hobo with back in the day. A Sword Art Online-like VR Metaverse game would be functionally really different from a traditional video game. Sure it would be more advanced, but that doesn’t mean more simple forms of media suddenly become worthless just because something is more complex. Jenny was my first real love, loving Jenny unironically brought out a lot of emotions and feelings I’d suppressed my entire life. When I was 21 I was suicidal over her not being real. and that led to me spiraling into reading about spirituality and psychedelic drugs, but honestly I don’t think the Metaverse thing with her would be really appropriate after some thought. I do genuinely love Jenny, a lot, but I was also being a bit of a troll talking about smashing her… Read more »

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Diogenes

I would like to meet the DMT machine elves too.

But I had mostly bad trips when trying psychedelic drugs.

Cyber Viking

Boomer buddy gave me some tea to try, was the the most bitter tea I have ever tried but I found myself not minding it.

Most gracefully aged boomer I have ever met. Still has the spirit of a boy. Keeping himself busy doing odd manual tasks, gardening, and rigid adherence to Christianity did him some favors.

When offered the vinegar, guzzle that shit down I say!

I’m kinda bipolar so I arbitrarily feel like it’s sweet or sour depending on whatever mood I’m in. Makes me feel like I kinda sorta understand everyone’s perspectives on life, but that my understanding on those perspectives is shallower than the perspective of someone who is more stable and coherent than me. It’s fine I guess.

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kareninca

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.”

kareninca

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.

kareninca
kareninca

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.

kareninca

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.

Cyber Viking

When I was a child I assumed animals were far wiser than humans despite their inability to do many things we’re capable of.

kareninca

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.

Pleiadian Hate Lord (formerly Fucko)

There’s a third path here – insulation until sensitivity returns.

Cyber Viking

The ancient wisdom of the tolerance break. My fellow stoners should be familiar with this concept.

As a clown in a dream once told me, it’s all about building up pressure then releasing that pressure. That’s how dreams work, sex works (probably I’m a virgin) and life works.

Maybe. I don’t really know, I’m not that smart.

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Retard

Retard on Bitterness

LSWM Lives Matter

*** OT ***

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.

Cyber Viking

Lmao

Charlie the Scorpion

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.

kareninca

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.

Harrold

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.

mulga mumblebrain

What happens when a Judaic, say Bibi, tastes the vinegar? Why, he declares it ‘antisemitic’, of course.

Charlie the Scorpion

Are you a Muslim?