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Wait, are you saying the weens are like the contaminated shit water from Woodstock '99?

 

I can't use Reddit anymore because I got harassed by a bunch of New Atheist shitheads (I made the mistake of saying positive things about a religion I don't even believe, and it turned them hostile. Ironically I am also an Atheist, was Agnostic at the time, but now.... man there's no fucking proof God exists and all the research ever done into the supernatural says the same thing... That it doesn't exist, and that any reports of it existing are largely due to fraud), so I reported them, only to be told I was "abusing the report button" and given a site wide permaban. They refused to even answer my ban appeals, so I just deleted the account.

I still miss it, because all the other forums are fucking dead. I've been using Lemmy, but eh it's not the same.

I hear Reddit's been taken over by bots and isn't the same either. How true that is I don't know.

I hope it dies so I can use whatever replaces it.
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Anyway I used to believe fiction was real in an alternate dimension. I don't think that anymore. I was operating under the assumption that infinite universes means literally anything can happen, but then I realized infinite universes does not actually mean every possibility would happen and that's just Hollywood.

Course that doesn't really change anything about how I live my life considering my ability to traverse the multiverse has not changed at all since then.

I think we all wanna believe magick is real, and is hiding somewhere we can't see yet, but maybe one day, if we're good, we'll be let in on "the secret" and become one of those "changed" by it....

I still want to believe such a thing. I WANT to, rationality, logic, reason, and evidence are bitches, and they hate fun.

Reality is poison, only a mad man would wish to be sane.

I know nothing about Woodstock, but I'd imagine weens are the overly sheltered children of parents who still think it's 1983 and the rules of 1983 are how things work... Then they get surprised when they don't wind up marrying their high school sweet heart, so they blame the jews or something.

 

man you think too concretely, you gotta relax. In Zen we don't care if something is real or not, its like, a non-factor. Sure, there are things that have physical presence, and things that can only exist in your mind, in the noosphere, but so what? If God is fake, how does he have a body of billions of people? If cartoons are fake, how are there billboards and commercials for them, how are there corporate machines willing to animate them and bring them to life? What even is "fake", just another word for "disabled"? Just involving a couple more ways for an idea, which you are also an idea, to be dependent on others? Everything depends on everything to exist, it's just more obvious for some in some ways than others, big whoop.

That's kind of whats funny about new age people like Chris, they think they need to do all these mental gymnastics to get what they want - to invent all these metaphysics and canonical lore of the multiverse, so they can "understand" it, so they can make their ego happy. But if you ignore your ego completely, you realize, you don't need that obstacle course of labels and logic at all, you can just, enjoy stuff! Authenticity is just a label, everything is just labels, it has nothing to do with just shutting your brain off and enjoying the thing for what it is, and not being disappointed in what it's not.

Don't give up on spiritualism man, just give up on every lie you ever heard about it. The truth of the universe is that there is no truth. There's science, there's philosophy, there is the undeniable, gnawing knowledge in the back of your mind that you KNOW you're damned as a soulless meat puppet and will never see God. Those things still aren't "truth", only a very small part of it.

I really recommend reading Brad Warner's books, like The Other Side of Nothing: The Zen Ethics of Time, Space, and Being and There Is No God and He Is Always With You: A Search for God in Odd Places. They're incredibly inspiring, honestly a few of them made me tear up a bit a few times.

 

In order to re-create "The Classic" days, you'd need to remove the so-called Web 2.0 from the 'net, bring Bob back, and also erase the memory of that lolcow from somewhere around 2010 and on.

In the '90s, they tried to re-create the magic of the first Woodstock. It was an epic fail.

 

I looked up Brad Warner, apparently he's an anti-vax lunatic who goes around insulting other buddhist gurus

 

If you're as attached to labels as I just warned you about how oppressive they can be, then by all means, they can be your master, obviously I am not as strong as they are. I am your humble servant, I can only offer to you what you find most appealing.

Also, his books themselves have nothing to do with antivax or politicians or anything. You can separate art from artist, if you'd like, his books more than accommodating for that. I think Brad is a cool guy, but you don't have to. But I strongly recommend his works, as a friend, because I genuinely think you might have something to take away from them, even if you hate the man himself.

 

7 separate trips to finland...? thats 7 vacations in less than 2 years. chris is loaded with money. and hes not paying for just one person, mind you.

i am torn whether chris thinks he is subtly flexing/bragging or if hes just being ignorant, but he keeps wearing the shirt and hoodie that he clearly got while in finland. not only is he being seen in public wearing it but hes also posting pictures and videos while clearly wearing it.

also, any thoughts on chris's recent livestream? i think chris is finally done spamming transformers reviews after his self-proclaimed "masterpiece" movie came out (and flopped).

i dont really understand this elitist sort of view of pretending to not care about chris (or even acknowledge his existence). similar to how some people will be willingly ignorant and pretend there isnt a market or money to milk out of chris or that he doesnt have a cult following (when obviously there is since chris makes money). to be honest, i do however get how my rants from a little while ago could seem like a ween who wants to troll chris but i think i only said this because at the same time there will be people whining about chris being boring yet at the same time do nothing but complain.

idk if this is contributing to it but chris's audience is definitely dwindling, at least the one he used to have. i think the people who do still care about him choose to be quiet since 'if you have nothing nice to say, then say nothing at all' type of mentality, plus they will just be scolded by the ones who are elitist and superior because they dont give chris the time of day, because that will show chris alright. its not really a surprise to me that not every day of following chris is intense or entertaining, i do get a rush of dopamine sort of feeling whenever chris update happens. i think it just comes down to whether or not you are actually interested in chris.

 

I really have not given a shit about Chris at all since the whole incest shit. The most I've done was make shitposts about the dimensional merge, and even that has barely anything to do with Chris, and could have just as easily come from any other kook with similar mindsets.
Chris as a whole is really not interesting at all anymore. Even the supposed "glory days" of trolling were really lame and weeny in hindsight. There's just genuinely nothing left out of him that hasn't already been milked for all its worth. The only reason why most of us are still on this site to begin with is because of unrelated threads about bad movies and Desert Bus, and not for Chris himself.

 

Every night. Every. Single. Night. I dream about what I would do this man if I got my hands on him. Every day I would haze him by screaming "JULAAY" at him, I'd pepper spray him and shout "DON'T CALL ANYBODY! DON'T CALL ANYBODY!", I would just beat him into submission and then force him to draw his stupid comic, but I wouldn't let him draw whatever he wanted, oh no. If he did anything without permission, oops! No Legos or McDonalds for you! And just keep him sane I'd throw some shitty $5 lego set I bought off amazon at him to keep him company for the rest of the night being chained to my radiator. God I could just go on about what I would do with him, I actually have an entire series of books I've written on every scenario I've ever thought of. I plan to publish it soon.

 

First he doesn't leave the USA and considered that evidence of patriotism.

Now he's endlessly derping around in Finland for some reason?

 

Chris Chan said he was the straightest man who ever lived and now he's a bisexual pretending to be a transwoman to have an excuse to wear dresses.

He isn't very consistent.

Anyway here is a question
Do you think Chris would be a Creationist if Pokemon didn't throw around the word Evolution all the time?

 

I feel like Chris actively enjoys bastardizing things. It's the only way he knows how to relate and identify something as "his" in this gray, bleak, depressing world where magic doesn't exist. He loves putting his own "creative flair" on everything, he covers fucking everything in stickers of Sonichu. I guess he let that behavior seep out into his horrifyingly blasphemous and nonsensical philosophy. It's Christianity but cooler and has more beliefs. And also Sonichu is there. It's a symptom of himself becoming even more isolated as he comes to terms with the fact that he simply cannot relate to people and does not understand them, as much as he wished he could. Religion is literally a thing you use to socialize, it's useless on it's own, a bunch of fucking stupid words to say to nobody and rituals for nobody to see you do. And he destroyed even that, that last thing he could at least somewhat reasonably use to socialize. He used to use it for that, his church was the only goddamn place he wasn't kicked out of, the only place that accepted him and listened to his problems, he actually felt belonging and validation, as "boring" as it is in a stuffy old church with no colorful cartoon characters to identify with. And now he's so isolated that he forgot how to use religion to do even that anymore. He really is completely alone. I wonder if he truly bonds with Flutter, or if deep down in his soul, past the whimsy of the distraction of companionship, he knows he doesn't understand her, either. That we all exit this world the same way we came into it: alone.

 

How is he bi? I thought he had a childish level of misandry.

IIRC, some college professor used pics of Sonic and Pikachu for "thesis" and "antithesis" and then a crappy pic CWC drew of "Sonichu" for "synthesis" in a lecture.

 

He does, but he also got kicked out of a convention for going around kissing people of both genders without their consent, and he fully commit to the bit of being married to Magi-Chan

Recently I've not only come to the conclusion that there is no God, no magic, no afterlife, of any kind. But that we all know this as a fact, we know this because we do not see God or magic in our day to day life.

Chris-Chan is no exception, and we've seen him try to fake the Dimensional Merge before. He wouldn't be faking it if he believed it was really happening

Chris knows, Kent Hovind knows, the Peope knows, the Dali Lama knows.

We are all fucked and if we didn't want to die, we shouldn't have made the mistake of being born.

 

It's a game of pretend. But he started to depend on that game of pretend so much that now he can't stop it even if he wanted to. Maybe it was small stuff here and there for a while, the Sonichu comics, revenge fantasies, just little ways of coping here and there. Jail is what broke him, that's where he decided it would mean something, he would unify it all together into one great big work, his greatest ever, it would all finally mean something, this was how he would solve the problem of life. The Idea Guys got him started, but it was all instruction, he was just following what they said. Sure, he liked the idea of "the merge", but what did it really mean? He wasn't sure, he had his toys, he had his little world, maybe it was getting uncomfortably small the older and wearier he got, but he still had it. His cradle, where he grew up, in a little world made of plastic. After that was taken from him, his dreams were all he had. He would have to make it so big, so grand, nobody could ever hope to take it away. He probably thought it was fortuitous, he didn't have the distraction of toys or games to get in the way of his "creativity" anymore, his most prized possession, the only thing in the entire world he ever had control over. Not even toys, they wouldn't make official Sonichu merch. Not even video games, they wouldn't make official Sonichu games (and "bastardized" Sonic with Sonic Boom). Not even his Sonichu comic book, because he fucking hated that thing, it was a lot of work for something to "settle" on, he wanted a TV show, not a stupid book. But his daydreams? Complete control, what he says goes. It's always official in his head, everything he ever did or made was always socially acceptable in his world.

Gonna overshare here but I had a Maladaptive Daydreaming episode once, for about a year. I was just really bored and depressed and had a negative opinion of myself, my daydreams were really the only place I even felt safe anymore. And I kinda got trapped there. If you're not familiar with it then you have no idea what that's like. To live this parallel life in your head, to have these genuine fleshed-out relationships and social life. I'd sleep in and daydream in my bed, and by the time I got up I felt like I had gotten off a roller coaster, it was the most thrilling thing I had ever experienced, I had genuinely cried several times during it. But the pain of waking up to reality and being torn from it was excruciating, I don't even know if I truly wanted it to be real, in fact I don't think I did, but I just couldn't take the pain of being torn between a dream and reality. But I couldn't leave the dream, I could not. It would show up when I least expected it, it would change back if I changed anything about it, it wasn't living in me, I was living in it. That's how fucking strong this shit can get, it can be worse than crack. I don't know why I held the optimism that jail would improve him, you may as well imprison an alcoholic in a brewery.

Actually what the fuck am I rambling for I can just post this

But even this honestly fails to convey it. It's scary how it takes over everything. The only thing scarier is the dissonance. I'm not so interested in exactly how far down Chris buries his dissonance, so much as I am curious if it will ever come back up. After all, it's all "the merge", he could probably be on his death bed and claim he was about to transcend reality or some shit. He'll probably go the rest of his life being utterly terrified of what's happening to him as he tries to bury himself in his daydreams like an alcoholic tries to cure their hangover and nausea with more alcohol. The only thing he might even notice is the simple question "Why didn't anyone want to enjoy this with me? What's so wrong about me? What did I do wrong?" and then make his last pair of DIRTY, CRAPPED BRIEFS.

Mine just kinda went away, hell I even felt like a new man after it, like I had changed in it. Got my life together, got a good job as a store manager, found religion (a real one, not "Neo-Spiritual Christianity"). I really needed that shit, it was transformative for me. Shame Chris is going to stay in his until he suffocates in it. I honestly don't know how he does it, I can't even imagine drowning in my own mental shit like that again. I never want that shit to happen again.

 

Imagine if Chris Chan's life got better if he simply accepted Time Cube as the one true source of everything, and the greenwich time-spewing oneism educated stupids just refuses to understand that time is of a cubic nature.