theres something odd about youth where sex is a primary focus of ones energies but somehow is also regarded with near total levity
young people hold their lives so casually. its remarkable in retrospect
the dissonance gets stronger when you observe that the young nevertheless somehow have the most strident theoretical opinions about sex! sex itself is JUST sex but god forbid you offer a view of it contrary to whatever dogma theyve alighted on
this is a more general phenomenon but its most striking wrt sex
maybe ageing is a sort of transition in viewing things as total lightness to endlessly weighty, something along the lines of kundera
some kind of far mode to near mode too, or maybe from episteme and doxa to gnosis
i think a major issue is that when your young you dont see the downstream impact of everything your doing
you probably cant. even in retrospect, you dont have access to the counterfactuals
but ex ante you havent _felt_ the weight of what comes next
realistically there's no way to stop people from tacitly or explicitly allocating taxes and benefits on the basis of race and large portions of the country have interests in this happening or ideological commitments to doing so
the norms to which new immigrants are assimilating and young natives inculcated are immensely ethnically charged without any public and common ideal of transcending race for an american identity, an identity which frankly doesnt even exist anymore
the rheinweisenlager were a bunch of concentration camps in the original sense where surrendered wehrmacht soldiers were held for several months in 1945
the camps were run by the US, apparently, and that's important
my only yarvin story is that we met in a temporary teahouse and he spent an hour watching my kid while moon and i took a break, and he sent us off with advice on early reading for her
it's a small thing but it was a welcome kindness for us, bare acquaintances
no one except lord myles has "adventures" when they travel
you are staying at a hotel, paying large sums of money to have a far worse experience than you could have in your own home and a far softer experience than you could have by spending a weekend in jail
"i love to Travel" why have you failed to establish your home as a place of serenity and joy, to the extent that you feel psychically uncomfortable there and strive to get away from your life whenever you can, viewing it as the highest good?
you are not well
"i Travel" you can go wherever you like in the world but you will never escape yourself