show me one good piece of anarchist writing and i will reconvert

this statement makes it rather apparent that the problem is with the identification and the expectations you are bringing to the material, and not with the text itself.

that's all well and good, but doesn't really get me anywhere. at least with other influences i can say "sure, i'm not a Radical Realist (what would that mean?), i just like the things raymond geuss wrote", but i can't even muster that for anarchists basically ever at this point.

"i agree with some implicit propositions of a yet-to-be-written rational reconstruction of a historical tradition and have benefited from my engagement with its literature" doesn't hit the same.

the whole joke of arriving at correct conclusions with horrible reasoning is genuinely torturous, especially when my primary concern is theoretical (i know its impolite to admit it, but i have no aspirations to activism or organization*).

*which i'm more than aware is not negligible, not just as a moral imperative but as something with theoretical import, but the state of available actionism is blatantly insufficient, misguided, and theoretically confused

this also fails to capture the nature of my rejection and the complicated aesthetic and affective relation i have to historical figures, methodological principles, personal motivations/dispositions, even argumentative rejoinders

in any case, formative immersion is just a difficult thing to shake. as cliche as it is, anarchism feels underdeveloped and naive, but for entirely opposite reasons than typically given.

ever since first becoming politically aware i've felt my adhesions to be gradually shifting directionally the same way, and whatever it is i'm expressing here, it doesn't feel like a violation of that trend

that's obviously a difficult thing to articulate and i'm not sure it's significant, beyond reassuring my ego

south korean midwest emo FUCKING HITS tellmethetruth.bandcamp.com/album/youth-...

got a notif i thought was em and it was just a bot :(

am i going out tonight? i dont really wanna. i’d rather read. but maybe i should do things for their functional value and push through anyway. idk, that’s cope. “it’s just a few hours of life to waste” is such a pathetic mindset and how you deaden your existence. i’ll do it anyway.

it’s appalling how much agreement there is around restrictions for children

“minors” ought inspire indignation alone

after my morning meeting i’m gonna make a mini thread exchange about this. one under appreciated aspect of microblogging is separate posts as manifestations of determinate moments in the dialectic. easy to see how they might be excessively discrete but tbh that’s much smaller than what’s solved

this is why discord diary is unsatisfying

anxiety-in-and-for-itself

willow for anxiety

strategic self-deception of a higher estimation of you so i can receive the recognition of your companionship

aristotle left reeling trying to cram this into pleasure utility and virtue

it's over, i have depicted myself as the lord and you as the bondsman [...] ah fuck

i think i’m not an anarchist anymore and idk if i ever was

ironically this is really more an indication of my increasing dissatisfaction with marxism

empiricism is far more mystical than idealism

that drumm colin guy is a perfect example of this

no one knows what a real abstraction is

i improved my mood

volition yay

the pace of this routine is so distasteful

indelicate delivery lacking punctuation

a substance and its accidents

an essence and its accidents

an accident and its essence

i have anxiety

this makes it sound like it’s my possession, when this is a backwards description

the historical sense is miserable

i wear a low pony because my hair is thick and heavy

nvm im slipping into minor dissatisfaction with the state my relationship web again

i just have to get occupied with a task again

idk i'm just slightly lonely and i understand this is largely self-imposed but it's also for non-arbitrary reasons that wouldn't be resolved by retreading old ground

getting a job is kinda like signing up to go to the airport and come back every day

“we don’t need chomsky, we have parenti at home” maybe you should starve instead to think about your actions

starve sounds cruel and disproportionate unless you think of it in the format “we have <food item> at home”

i’ll workshop it

rat dot mom mentioned

i’d be a lot more willing to hear the existentialists out if sartre didn’t write so much slop

“read these 1k pages of something you know you’ll hate” nah

the emotional equivalent of a double text