It’s always been weird to me that people will go to a complete stranger to vent, and take their advice over someone they’ve known their whole lives, and know BARD have their best interest at heart. I really feel for people who don’t have at least one fren they feel they can unload on, and/or ask for their opinion/advice in a pinch. They have no financial incentive, plus you know they share most of the same values so will likely be able to look at things closer from your POV.
1 month ago11 points(+0/-0/+11Score on mirror)1 child
Self-reflection is necessary for guided advancement. Advancing for the sake of advancing can misguide you to a point of no return. Self-reflection shouldn't be conflated with therapy.
That is true. However self-reflection must the that, from "self". If self-reflection is initiated by others (i.e (((therapist)))) then it's no longer self-reflection, it's a shaming ritual
Also it's not self directed. You have some idiot assuming what all your problems are.
The problem with self directed reflection is you don't either. If only you could know what all your actual problems are without your own blinders and without someone full of assumptions.
I wonder how much therapy all our thousands of ancient ancestral heroes that made everything we have today got. Can you imagine King Alfred the Great going to therapy about the vikings instead of just killing them? Or King Edward I going to therapy after getting stabbed by a poisoned knife from a shitskin on his Crusade, or asking what the local jewish therapist thought about his Edict of Expulsion?
1 month ago3 points(+0/-0/+3Score on mirror)1 child
you could pay hundrends of dollars to some [psy-prostitue](https://pomf2.lain.la/f/tmihmpbd.jpeg) or you can [just deal with it](https://pomf2.lain.la/f/yuc45pbj.jpg)
My favorite low IQ normy combo is “it is what it is, watcha gonna do”?
Seriously though, the problem is most people don’t touch grass, see sun, and throw heavy shit around. This along with diet refinement would fix most peoples problems, or at the very least make them seem insignificant.
>On a hot August day in 1943 along the northern Sicilian coast, Lieutenant General George Patton slapped a soldier. Arriving at the 15th Evacuation Hospital for an inspection, the general moved along the ward. There he met “the only arrant coward” Patton claimed to have seen in his army “sitting, trying to look as if he had been wounded.” When Patton asked about his injury the soldier replied he “just couldn’t take it.” As one of the doctors remembered, “The General immediately flared up, cursed the soldier, called him all types of a coward, then slapped him across the face with his gloves, and finally grabbed the soldier by the scruff of his neck and kicked him out of the tent.” A week later, Patton repeated the scene at the 93rd Evacuation Hospital (also in
Sicily) where he slapped another seemingly uninjured private.