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I recall reading an anecdote from a track and field coach who said his discus throwers got better performance when he asked them to throw about 70% as hard as they could on a full strength throw. I wonder how that would fit into this model, because rather than probability, it's more about not letting your brain get in it's own way when executing a technique.

He can promise that it won't help because the people he's paid to put in power will refuse to act on it.

Shit, we could make life better for a lot of people if we just distributed the federal revenue we have now differently, but that requires not bowing down to the agendas of billionaire donors.

My wife listens to audiobooks out loud when she's alone and has left a more than few playing absent mindedly. Most of them seem to do pretty well in terms of both variety of acts and how they're described. But there are only so many euphemisms that manage to straddle the line between overly dry and patently rediculous.

She did have one book where the author over used the word cock enough that I swear the VA reading it was pronouncing it differently each time just to keep things interesting. It was kinda like: my Cock, MY cock, my coCK, my COCK, mY Cockkkk... my? cock? for a solid five minutes.

You can make your own meaning, an act that is also inherently meaningless but often satisfying, or you can just relax and enjoy the things that are enjoyable.

I used to try and explain it in more detail, but I've failed to get the point across often enough that I wonder if it really can be explained. I think people just have to sit down and think about it until it snaps into focus for them.

To some degree, what is important, enjoyable, and satisfying to each of us is determined by something immutable, but if we apply ourselves many of us can examine, reason, and then understand things to a degree that we have broad control over what we let matter to us.

Focusing on what we choose to let matter to us is key to living without meaning. But we must also embrace the other parts of life, because without them, the things we believe matter most would lose their meaning.

Without the contrast of suffering, we would struggle to understand joy. I think that's the hardest thing to accept for most.

"Things will get better when we bring about God's kingdom on Earth", etc. etc. yadda, yadda.

Ah, yeah, it was just my SO and I. But most of the videos are gangbang scenes.

I don't follow...

You know those crazy Japanese videos where they cover a woman in gallons of lube, ruin her nice outfit, and go to town while everyone is all slimy?

So, sure it's fun. Like stupid, giggly fun, but it's also hard to get any traction, it's distracting when it gets in your ears and nose, and it's super, super hard to clean up. Like two showers just to get it all out of her hair.

We tried it a few times. The fantasy was fun to fulfill, but the sex was kinda meh, so not really worth the effort to make it a regular thing.

It'll give you what you want, but not what you need. Sorry if that seems obtuse.

It's an artificial parasocial relationship. Imagine falling in love with an Onlyfans performer, yet even that astronomically slim chance of being the one out of their thousands of subscribers who is unique enough to win their love isn't even there, it isn't even possible.

At its best, it can give you some small validation that you're too embarrassed to get elsewhere. Sort of a "things you already knew but needed to hear from someone else" vibe, but it can't give any real insight, and real love, or any real connection. It's the participation trophy of relationships.

It's hollow and empty, with simulated complexity and depth.

What AI is kinda good at is creating absurdly specific interactive erotica based around your particular fetishes. But even then, it can't produce anything truly unique or innovative, so it's sort of the same old sexytimes wearing new clothes. It's probably a decent form of porn if you don't mind the ethical concerns, but it's not a real relationship.

It kinda looks like tennis for the unathletic, which means I should fit right in, but I have zero interest.

An optimist invents the airplane. A pessimist invents the parachute.

This weekend I built a shed in my back yard, which was a nice bit of father-son bonding, and stockpiled ammo in case civil unrest causes widespread violence to break out in our neighborhood.

Definitely a strange vibe.