Yeah but the saying doesn’t make sense anymore since most of the fish are gone. Fishing is now a form of entertainment maintained by the state that you must pay to enjoy in a limited way, not a viable source of sustenance.
I see a deep sadness in this comic even if it tries to make a joke. Be alone, doing things alone, return at home alone, what is life? something matter? all feels so void and sadness.
As an old man now I much prefer being alone, it’s just way safer, everyone’s so uptight and crazy these days, I’m scared to say something unintentional that will offend somebody or touch on some new political conspiracy theory that somebody feels weird about and I’ll end up a Tik Tok meme for being innocently old and unintentionally ignorant of the new vocabulary.
Beer just makes way better company than some self righteous strangers any day of the week, and if I need to keep up on news I’ll just surf Lemmy for a bit and I speak as freely as I want to here. Fuck human beings in general.
I have thought the same for almost ten years of begin alone (im 35), now I am in a parentheses of revolution, perhaps I will come back to think like you when I am again defeated by life.
I honestly wish you the best. I’m not an asshole, and I know this sounds bitter but after what I’ve seen and experienced I really have no faith at all in humanity and given up on society both as a locale community and as a global whole. I don’t care what happens to “us” at all, in the Ukraine or Israel, and definitely not what happens to the climate or planet after I’m gone. I don’t wish to change the world or contribute to society or leave a mark on this place at all anymore, just to selfishly enjoy the pleasures of the flesh (alcohol, video games, porn) in between work shifts until my time is up or I decide it’s not even worth it anymore, and to in the meanwhile be fucked with by other human beings as little as possible anymore until then. Select members of my immediate family are the only exception.
Good luck to you. Despite feeling this way, I still hope good and honest people have a decent human experience and get along as they deserve. So if you’re one of them, this applies to you.
I don’t blame you, and I think I understand the pain, I’ve been repeating myself for the last ten years that I’ve already died, I still repeat it before bed. I share disinterest in the facts in the world, you are fully right in the interested only to your realities like yourself and your family, I don’t think there is much more when you were born as excluded, I feel so myself, my battle has become another. I no longer seek my happiness because I don’t think I’m suitable for it. But, you are the obvious proof that there are people with the same sensations, and then my purpose is now to try to find the closest physically to me and approach it as throwing me into a pit of thorns wirhout any fear.
Perception is the hardest that destroy the equation. All have their personal own, there isn’t a universal right perception, common is living a lie to keep going.
The Bellman Equation describes a “principle of optimality" for decision making.
Essentially, choose the action that maximizes your expected future “value.” The problem is how you choose your value function, and how you estimate the outcomes of your actions.
A four-panel Mr. Lovenstein comic titled “THIS COMIC MADE POSSIBLE THANKS TO EELS OF WOOD”
The first panel shows an angry pink humanoid standing on a green circle, holding a bunch of asparagus spears and speaking to a yellow-skinned, bearded humanoid barely in the panel. The pink humanoid is saying “HEY GOD, WHY DID YOU MAKE HEALTHY FOOD TASTE BAD?”
The second panel shows the yellow-skinned, bearded humanoid in more detail. It has a halo and is wearing a white robe. It’s rolling its eyes angrily as it responds “OH MY GOD! DO I HAVE TO SHOW YOU EVERYTHING?”
The third panel shows the still-angry yellow-skinned humanoid cooking the asparagus spears in a frying pan over the open flame of a gas stove as the pink humanoid watches on amazed. The yellow humanoid is saying “SAUTÉ 'EM AND DON’T FORGET THE SEASONING! STIR AND TASTE AS YOU COOK!”
The final panel shows a close-up of the pink humanoid holding a half-eaten asparagus spear with its mouth full and eyes wide in awe as it says “IT’S… DELICIOUS!” A response from off-screen replies “OF COURSE IT IS!”
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Because who buys spices at the regular grocery store, it’s like $4 for a 50g bag. You gotta go to the Asain grocer or Indian market for those delicious half kilo bags for $6.
Then put them in an old pasta sauce jar and shove them in your pantry and let them get old and off gas their aroma until they’re just bland sawdust…but act like you’re still better than other white people because you own spices.
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