No.154820[Reply]
Complete deadbeats aside, I can't wrap my head around the people who take no thorough interest at least in nutrition, health maintenance, self-defense, street smart psychology, gut feel, and tactics. Do they live in la-la land? Do they really need to get severely ill, beaten up, crippled, traumatized so they would notice their own precious limits and mortality? How am I supposed to take specialists and geniuses seriously when they don't take themselves seriously and get run over by cars, get too drunk for their life to handle, die from stress — things that happen because of zero vested interest in awareness and self-preservation? An author of own life writes themself off, and I'm supposed to manufacture empathy for them? Am I supposed to feel jealous they lived and died not as people, but as scarecrow idols of their own interests?
No.154822
>street smart psychology
bullshit
you either was raised with da street smarts in a rough violent neighbourhood that you had to be smart to survive or you no got true street smarts
ya can read da 48 laws of powah or whatevah, that dont make you smart, white boi
No.154824
>>154820People who neurotically obsess over danger and risk and awful things are not well.
Nothing bad will ever happen to you, and if does all of your anxiety-driven role play preparation goes out of the window. It's all worthless.
It's easy to talk when there's no pressure, but under severe stress, the world looks very different.
Taking care of yourself is far more than worrying about how you're gonna be dead one day.