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संतुष्टि|3/26-8/31/2022

Don’t be excessively image-focused. What a virtue is phrase vomit? If every job is a lesson, what is a career?

Something might mean something…except if romance is not stable. Or, if the parameters of democracy have shifted. Only the soul can be radically happy!

I found myself driving in a white Tesla sandwich. This did not make me the king of neutral colors. I miss my old friend, the jock of special ed–he would systemize in a certain way!

If the moon is my strength, it may not matter if there is excitement in my tendons. Rom-com City is a place others have suggested they live in. Netting a Kingdra was a corollary benefit to a prior hunt….

Am I entitled to the world; do you share a secret pact with women? Watch not if I return to my old madness! My device ethic needed work.

“Walking, talking parent-pleaser” was not my ambition. God contains all of our feelings. I meant not to waste her movement, nor would you cut her off like a cancer! Take care not to over-feminize the virtual: restore the concepts if you buy into the melting pot.

Nor am I addicted to reinforcement (except for likes on WordPress posts!). Were I oversold on individualism, I could be…

~fumbled the ball that was her heart~

I re-met he who is most certainly not a waste of teacher! Time has a mind of its own…once, I was put off by my own weirdness….

A reminder: people are not broken clocks! Random alpha stuff supersedes a deliberate beta. “Sucker for my interests”–what, then, of a creator’s ego (where does it go)?

I declined a polite invitation to the People Problems Club. There is a logic to living here…for success, is it to be as androgynous as can be? I would reinforce the break after you latte it away~

Actually, don’t wash out the feminine. Exploit a narrative in your rush of survival! Witness a break from awareness: watch as you turn flightier than a flight of stairs. Cultivate a sustainable emotionality, becoming a man with no disorder! Waste a lifetime commitment to the internet….

Adventure had left my body. Here, I fidget with the internet…a real win for commitment? This is, at best, a rom-com perspective. Don’t criticize his ethic: he was oppressed by (a) god who told him to summon strength from the gut. This eventually led him on a quest to collect the virtues.

Sick ego, bro…I didn’t mean to throw you under the bus. You can’t language yourself out of it! I’ll take charge of my psychology before being attracted to her fantasy. I don’t need to be “Shiny-told”….

Something is between nothing and some-things….

Let there be no glitches in God’s plan. Our lives can be stubbornly virtual! Dig your clinical claws in, and debug my mind. Avoid making an a**holic turn, throwing your emotional weight around with virtual tenacity.

Drain your instincts, or be psychologically fortunate. Either way, you march toward culture! Why be suspicious of my mood? Just as I was overflowing with being, I woke up in a fever dream. I’d become paranoid about depression, playing with diagnostic labels.

Narrate my experience with these avatars of madness! I aim to break up Panda Express’ olfactory monopoly on the proximal outdoors.

Sexual objectification is othering. Divine sweet spot…. Brave dua!

Welcome to my Mimikyu corner. Protect the individual at all costs?! Don’t let your worries take the wheel; launch yourself into subjectivity. Try not to develop a relating-with-others problem~

Free yourself from the stimulus (that is, respond). Forsake the Abrahamic scuffle as you look back toward broken commitment shards.

Hasten my heat death, I hoped against. No one should live in a perpetual state of sorry…. Descend into the world of avatars, grasping for the techne just as I escaped that context. You protect the numbers?

Pluck her from Pioneer Blvd. Not a try-harder–but rather, a “succeeder”: affirm Abraham Lincoln’s hierarchy of nah. It is better to eat pancakes than to have waffled on love!

Grief (and beyond): Netflix’s *Never Have I Ever* 《spoilers》

A central theme running through this series is grief. Devi Vishwakumar and her mother must face the recent death of the former’s dad and latter’s husband. I just finished watching Season 3, which seems to give the most solid treatment of Devi’s grief.

The first explicit case of grief in this season happens as Devi moves on after Paxton breaks up with her. Narrator John McEnroe lists three of five stages of grief per Kübler-Ross’ model: anger (“raging”), depression (“wallowing”)–and finally, acceptance.

Devi notes to therapist Jamie Ryan (played by Niecy Nash) that her life is going well, and she feels guilty for such given her late father Mohan’s passing. In Episode 9 of this season, Devi plays her first harp concert since Mohan’s heart attack at her performance just a couple of years prior. After retreating anxiously to the bathroom just before playing in this season’s concert, Devi is able to confide in her boyfriend Des’ mother Rhyah that she had a visual hallucination of Mohan sitting in the audience.

Rhyah validates Devi’s feelings, supporting her enough for Devi to successfully play through her performance. While Rhyah is later shown to not be fully understanding, this portion of Season 3 shows Devi being able to lean on those close to her as she copes with her feelings of grief.

Finally, following Paxton’s graduation speech at the end of the season, Devi acknowledges that he got her through her dad’s death. This is a touching moment worthy of a goodbye, as Paxton will be leaving Sherman Oaks (and Devi) to attend Arizona State University. What starts off as an enduring obsession with Paxton for Devi ends up being a “dream” that allows her to move forward and let others into her life. Overall, Devi handles her grief maturely by letting people get close to her throughout the series.

As someone who has studied and/or worked in the field of psychology for 13 years, I look forward to seeing what Devi’s previously defining grief transforms into in Season 4. After learning acceptance through her relationship with Paxton, what will come next for this teenage Indian-American character?

hesitant to make the cut

ignore not any undeniable sign from God

Brought the party to AugCog…

the peace in his heart

mushroom boon

a life of culture

closed your heart to love forever

riding on my own demise

relentlessly pursue feelings

ambivalence is the name of the game

reinforce any hierarchies

Projection: thy name is S.G.!

Writing is a doing

where your heart lifts you

I could smell a dual relationship coming from a mile away.

where I learned what real intimacy was

hopelessly engaged

float spacelessly

authentically in pain

caught her self-doubt

Dark Magic Attack on her heart…

resigned to research

glut for abuse

after a long period of intellectualizing

media spirit animal

drawn to the jackal

limits of my being

armor of prevention

Martin Luther King energy

dancing around my heart

Spoopy sounds from yesteryears

individualistic devil

enlighten men

If a tool (or tech) doesn’t make a job easier–don’t use it!

Lib u from angur…

cultural dummy

pleasure nap

The magic in man

attracted to absurdism

the wrong pensieve

baked into subjectivity

violated my own heart

defend against a heart attack

Kid-doh

fashion took over my life

pass on the jealousy

reduce to a belief statement

covid sanctuary

squelch that aesthetic

constrained by culture

powerful theory-builder

Chase a media dream

profession stigma

trivialize the existential

existential on a bad level

reality becomes transparent

comfortable and fertile

sick obsession with yourself

As sure as my feet are cold!

negate the collective

feminist cue

Biden of the world

Too much time functioning

Drive me, Crazy!

Pass me that romantic baton. Conduct a feeling experiment–but not while playing mindless Pokémon GO…. Here is where the literal and figurative merge!

The dinner front conveniently hosted a magazine collective? “I’m free!” Cried the Indian man in English. To suffer and smolder befits a model who twinkles like science! By the way: no one wants to be reduced to an NPC…even if I was primed for fossils, I do not have an ambition to be an autist liberator.

…Nor would I have “outsourced my mom”!? What crazy cognition! I’m a reflexivity bro; you’re a moody pixie dream-girl…. I have witnessed at least one anti-ABA tirade. Regardless, I refused the other day to be screwed by Grotle! Perhaps we could use an ultimate BI success story.

I owe it (this) to reflection, firstly! Meanwhile, I am very linguistically baffled…as well as something of a research vigilante? You and I might be bound by the algorithm: where your enlightenment laid!

Traverse not into the desert of my love life! You may–like me and others– become unduly affected by media…. You cannot oppress me with money! Please, do not resent me for my tendinitis!

Any language can be an abstract unifier! Does any business need a Google Analytics monk?

He who speaks the language of the oppressor!

I’m no eminent smart-boy…warming up to an old friend. Is it that there is meaning in every occurrence? There’s something romantic about a wandering heart–

I need not a sedative for my feelings. I shy from the face of the rejector. By this, do I hope to live a life of approval?! I control the flow of my cognition. Still: what does it mean to be a wanting being?

The truth is very resilient! It is not bent on stealing your thoughtfulness. Nor does it insist to quiet the world down….

“Name one thing Trump said that was racist,” I challenged.

The other man banged his mug of beer on the bartop. “Wait–” he sputtered. “Why are we talking about someone who’s not even around anymore?!”

Now, we may live increasingly beneath the blanket of healthcare. Speaking of “blankets”: I must not go too ham on the religion front! It seems easy to default to Christianity; record of my heart, please cease to carry the weight of a story. For I have ceased feeling magical–don’t burrito shame me!

Everyone isn’t “just anyone”. Just anyone is irreducibly aesthetic! Rather than being humbled at every turn, I acknowledge having set my heart back….

Since I promised (and didn’t follow up), I wasn’t honest.

“I wish I’d seen you for what you are earlier,” she mumbled.

 He jerked back in surprise. “Hands off, darlin’!”

“Life ain’t a sweety bowl of cherries, Charlotte.”

____________________

“We have little sympathy for single-cell organisms.”

 “You could call them by their name…” I said.

 “What?” Dad asked.

______________________

“Prokaryote…brokaryotes!”

 “We kill prokaryotes,” Dad stated. “Viruses– “

 “Well,” I interjected. “We try to. We’re pretty good at it.”

 “We step in grass…”

It’s all because we’re filthy, bloody humanists–proud ones. We’re ashamed we aren’t more; that’s it. No less.

______________________

 “You want to understand how life works? Keep on livin‘!”

 What the duck am I doing?! I thought. I can tell the difference between wrong and right.

Effectual me! Secure af, bruh…secure A.F.

I like to imagine my life as an unfolding music vidya. Ya know–muses and “ick”: they go together…

Artfix 4 (~11/12-12/16/2021)

A soulmate is someone you love at their core, forever!

I am Suraj Sood: (F)BI. Chill, fascist!–while mining my mind. Connect with an autistic kid, as long as you haven’t threatened to go to the temple.

Life’s been priming me for marriage. While you’d rescue the good ideas, I settled for limbo. A certain tolerance for insanity…. Will it to sleep, Rebel yahoo boy! You’re gaga over agape, when really it’s all about eros!…

Some display uniqueness gone too far. Some activities are safe, but still wrong; this does not seem to include any altruism peak.

Why, is white privilege a narrative–is Manifest Destiny guy? Drop a nasty lyric while restoring balance to my life. It’ll stick out in your mind like a sore thumb: like my brain with a heart!

At work, I had chosen to party with autists. Don’t diss automation…stay in the good. Risk a close shave in the Chamber of Secrets, but don’t place too much faith in freedom. Even if I crave fun…. Clearly, the techne isn’t everything…100’s all around!

Avoid the bye, forever sort of thing. Read about an existentialist at a bar (not Camus). You, I’ve been trying to wife for all my life. Simps for America say, “Trust me–no one is perfect on the ego front”. Some of my feelings are embarrassing. The worst kind of nerd: a philosopher.

What if I carried the insanity further?

I have the mind for a story! Get ahead of your cognition–I like that. Mercilessly pursuing my utility would be severely overcompensating. Surely, Babu the Trump cat would object to this and railing against the people you love!?…

I unthinkingly denied her psychic access, yet was not let down by another religion.

The heart of a Charizard

Inteleon with a secret spoke: “Love is worth making peace for!” Halt your assumption. That’s what’s so magical about Jaden…

Detracting from your career is like singing: “🎵Well, I already have a tablet/That I don’t use🎶.” Friend time is free time!

Drowning your tiredness in caffeine should be met with the following: None of this dampens my will to live~ Low-grade harm might result if we were reduced to autists. To be a mind cadet is not to be as simple as an autist?

Something to anchor my consciousness to is what could steal her logic. Freed from the shackles of logic–the slightest trace of melancholy…. The romance had left me!

Trapped behind the veneer of my ambition: given its color…. Try surviving the behavioral jungle?! Try to do the smart, but the stupid happens instead. We need a people synthesis greater than the sum of the task analysis’ parts!

There is no one more moderate than u. Dare not to upset the pop-punk Gods, lest they ask–“Are you a menstrual eater?” Not even a faithful logic machine could answer that!

When the time is right;

And when you’re

Safely squared away

And married

I’ll be with you.

Being a straight twat-waffle doesn’t equate with completing furious documentation! At least I can escape to being Japanese. I overshot tonight’s coffee threshold; perfect introspection has let me look love straight in the eye!

Bless his soul–he is not God. Hang yourself up in the sky…. Be de-attuned to the bad!

Love is fair; war isn’t. To be a survivor; a lover…I have offended my body! I must not restlessly compare myself with my peers. Take it with a grain of salt: or, a puff of weed. Creep with the bass as an insanely hard worker? Feel the love exerted by that plant, and eschew becoming a lame introvert. Take (not) our safety for granted: jump to control?!? Perform a family structure analysis! The autist in me still loves her. I can be kind in my mind…

Some became hyped up on the wrong stuff. Cloudy endorphins make us (not become) thoroughly objectified!

The language of autism: “relaxed relation”. I safely wonder as a racquetball demon who does not refuse to process my past brushes with women. Down with her freakouts (about us)….

She had a Californian composition! The Seven Sages are akin to masturbation. Here lies not the neutrality you crave…. If you trust someone you’re vulnerable to, you can be intimate with them. Emotion is cyclical! How you feel is valid versus feelings not being everything…we might have been emotional in the wrong way. I’ve dated myself into a corner as a result of a lifelong struggle with ambition–all the while, cultivating a playful spirit!

Go full Mormon whilst huddled over a salad. I dream her into being: bored of objectivity, I do not demand to be king in any kind of holy life. I was lost in a narrative of having a heartbreak and a half!  As the world gets crazier and crazier, I will grow calmer and calmer. Despite this yearning in my body, I will not coerce the world. I lost the war for her heart in the black hole of covid…

A silly man deserves to be knocked down! With radical individuality, we might only be projecting frustration! Of this, we must not be negatively careful. All of my writing up to this point (and moving forward) is condemned to the English language. The root of madness–everyday disagreeableness!

Buddha vs. fallen nature. Meme ideas – How to be good with everyone: Systematically people-please. Friends same page-not meme template vis-à-vis a committed, long-term relationship turning to naught.

Is romance all about focus, or was Candice in Pokémon Brilliant Diamond overcoming lingering immaturities via pre-battle dialog? Speaking of–did anyone else feel the death of radical freedom last year?

HCI is my theoretical (psychology) respite! My final Muse brings not the anger of expectation. Life of some kind left for you is incompatible with my being….

Calling holy people of all stripes–

If similarities > differences

       Proceed

       Else break up

  If her doubt > your conviction

       Break up

Trineva is mildly disenfranchised while I don’t romanticize neutrality. Strictly speaking, there is no right kind of mask. I am no playboy philosopher.

…Don forsake the salad! I dislike people who come and go as they like. They possess a freedom that I lack…. Mass ambivalence. Flimsy subjectivity–bury it with altruism! This could appease the future author of The Automated Self!

Fiction as Reality is the name of a course I would dearly like to teach! Cloudiva and I are fairies escorting Spyro back into bounds when he gets into too much trouble. Over-eagerness coupled with lack of follow-through means that things don’t get done

I am fascinated by the other, especially while railing against reason. I have halted last year´s ¨I don´t need anyone¨ initiative. This, even after I awakened her appetites. I did not mean to abuse my intellect! At least my inactive podcast is not called This Psychological Life

Let us aim for absurdism but with a happy ending. What are some misgivings of liberal democracy?

Narrow and compelling…

…is the behavioral maze of life. I sidled up to that car; I was aware of the social terrain. What am I–a wizard of memory?!

“Share less, consume more!” This is an optimal mindset as we play with aesthetics. Suck it, nature!–is not…

Today, I feel like an advocate for Oshawott. I’ve been steadily on the behavioral road, this year. I was almost back on that shirt grind, so I pulled out my metaphorical skateboard and did the trick!…

Entering therapist mode makes me less prone to discredit the metaphor (whatever it is). Going on a tutoring hiatus may or might not be in my cards; but either way, I can stay a wily theorist. And even if I couldn’t–feeling in a perpetual (mental) state of breakup is unsustainable.

When my soul is in focus, I can feel like I’m actually a culturally(-)woke psychologist. Fitness crisis!? Why: that’s straight-up madness, most of all when I’m saddled with purpose.

Women are sacred sites, independent of whether one has a sorry love life. Only through religion can we legitimately idolize the ideal. So, too, is moral monitoring the province of this holy domain…

I wonder if anyone wants to hear: “Your destiny is broken.” Is it possible for this to happen–or would it be merely subverting the inevitable? In either case, no one–regardless of gender(s)–wants to land in a feminine gutter.

Live without disappointment: start by slowing down your car when the traffic light turns yellow! Even if yellow is the color of worry, it could also be the colour of your Thai curry. This is more than a meaningful, liberal proclamation…

Steer clear of the self-sufficiency bandwagon–and you just might pass by Misunderstanding City!

Culturockets

To save the research world is a big deal. Playing a Maslowian life is, too! If I play it right, people might think: He must have a sexy occipital lobe.

Double-reinforcing the punishment can mean a lock of both locks to punish myself for what I did…. Oh–if it were as simple to just Pesh-sesh life away. But, academia is not for the faint of mind!

Cheers to fitness. Do I have an income issue!? There’s no need to get all up in arms about assets

“I must not question maleness.” I wonder if–for some–being autistic was the rational answer. Heroic social research might examine this in-depth.

Blink-butt poop is a path to attaining a Yusei aesthetic. Or–possibly a Georgia persona?! White shoepremacy was a concern as I bought my first, pure white pair o’ kicks…

There is some truth in speed. Finding my BI’s voice might only be a quest! I pick up my heel like a kitten after moisturizing it.

She was my last temptation. A crescent moon and lightning can both be red on an angry summer night! Often, I am inundated with acronyms (like ‘SD’)…

I will sometimes think to bro around with a chick! After going to last weekend’s rock show, I dug into my math rock pocket. An airtight person will allow me to master this individualist’s game.

Some rings were just meant to be lost…. Drink some depressant. It won’t make us impossibly light-hearted.