Doesn't It Piss You Off That A Random Woman Can Just Post A Picture Of Her Tits/ass Without Any Effort

Meh I really liked your blog but then I read that you listen to burzum .. c'mon man you can't be for real supporting a literal murderer .. sorry but unfollowed :/

It's fine if you don't want to follow me anymore; honestly, I don't really understand why you're even sharing this with me. But to your point, I'd like to add that it's always been a rather troublesome point of argument for me. Certainly Varg Vikernes is a monster from a human point of view and I can't relate to his ideological thinking, nor would I try to justify his atrocities in any way, because I don't want to and simply can't; But his songs, which are completely free of his ideology and other thinking, I find beautiful and I appreciate his talent in this area. Attached is a text passage from the song "Dunkelheit" by Burzum:

When night falls she cloaks the world in impenetrable darkness. A chill rises from the soil and contaminates the air suddenly life has new meaning.

Personally, I am able to look at art separately from the artist, but I also understand if this is not possible for some people.

Why so sad all the time?

Take in the joy of every moment, even if it's not ideal. Life is an absurdist fayre-show ride, you never know what's around the next corner...

As I explained in a previous German answer, joy has never been able to offer me the same as sorrow. In a way, it is a barter, a pact, if you will; I give away my joy and find inspiration in sorrow, longing and melancholy.

Should a man pay for the first date? Would you pay for the first date?

I believe one should not think in absolutes in such matters. So no, a man should not necessarily pay for the first date.

If I invited a woman, then I would pay for her, because she would be my guest; but to be honest, my best dates so far were the ones where you didn't have to pay for anything and the focus was solely on the other person.

What's your reason for training anyway? Women I assume?

Mainly the fact that it keeps my otherwise very destructive thoughts at bay.

Beruhigende Berührungen voll nächtlicher Stille, endlos erscheinende Momente des Durchatmens und abertausend achtsame Blicke in ein unaufhörliches Dunkel.

Weltenasche.

Was gehört deiner Meinung nach zu einem "guten Gedicht"? Gibt es Stile, die dir als Leser besonders gefallen?

Das ist eine wirklich gute Frage, auf die keine eindeutige Antwort weiß. Mir sprechen reimende Gedichte mehr zu, als jene, die keine Reime vorweisen. Ansonsten mag ich es, wenn Gedichte deskriptiv geschrieben sind, aber nicht zu viel verraten; Der Leser selbst soll das Gedicht auf sich und sein Leben beziehen können, ohne sich zu sehr vom Autor einschränken zu lassen.

Vielleicht nenne ich an dieser Stelle einfach ein paar Gedichte, die mir gefallen:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost.

Der Panther - Rainer Maria Rilke.

Nachtfalter - Max Dauthendey.

Lila, Lila! - Alexander Puschkin.

Nur ein Leben - Wilhelm Wackernagel.

Hast du mal den mbti gemacht? Welcher Persönlichkeitstyp bist du?

Einige meiner Bekannten hatten mich mal dazu gebracht, derartige Tests durchzuführen, auch wenn ich mich selbst als Kritiker derartiger Tests verstehe. In diesem Fall nicht nur am Tests selbst, da ich hier die Annahme der Konzeptualisierung nicht unterstützen kann, aber auch daran, dass Persönlichkeitstests im Allgemeinen stark von der Stimmung des Individuums abhängen und zudem immer eine Diskrepanz zwischen Selbst- und Fremdwahrnehmung besteht; Und das sind nur die oberflächlichsten Kritikpunkte, die mir gerade einfallen, ohne weiter auf die Materie einzugehen.

Ungeachtet dessen: Ich bin laut Test ein ISTJ-A.

Vergangene Tage

Die Tage längst vergangen

vom Winde fort geweht

die Liebe mag verlangen

dass sie niemals vergeht.

Auf Ewig und für immer

das sagten wir uns zwei

und sprachen uns sogleich

von all der Trauer frei. 

Verlernten doch zu sprechen

ich weiß es nicht zu sagen

als würde in mir brechen

was niemals war zu tragen. 

Ich gab es ab an dich

hinfort von meinem Körper

ein letztes mal Herz sprich

die ungeliebten Wörter. 

- by Weltenasche.

What got you into writing poetry, and do you write more than you post?

Mainly my inability to express feelings on an emotional level, which made me look for alternatives to bring those very feelings to the outside world. This can be in the form of calligraphy, or sports, but also poetry and a few less "healthy" ways.

And certainly I write more than I post here. Most of my poetry is not made for the eyes of the general public.

What would be something you would want to say to your younger self if you could?

I think I would share a quote from Robert Jordan with him: "The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived."

As with nearly everything in our world, this quote, offers myriad interpretations. Yet, I interpret it in a way that might have pointed my younger self in the right direction.

The oak embodies strength, steadfastness, and resilience - its very identity. It feels invincible, unyielding, a necessity; should it encounter something matching its strength, it would break. However, as anyone who is living knows, nothing matches life's strength, which strikes relentlessly and unapologetically. An oak, taught only to be strong and never to bend under life's winds, is destined to break. In contrast, the willow symbolizes flexibility, adaptability, and endurance - capable of bending with life's challenges without ever breaking.

The perceived strength of the oak thus becomes its greatest weakness, while the perceived weakness of the willow reveals its true strength.

Yet, I fear these words would fall on deaf ears, for the mindset of "having to be strong" is and always was deeply ingrained within me. Despite years of reflection, I have been unable to purge these thought patterns. It is a deeply rooted behavior, a toxin coursing through my blood, likely forever poisoning my veins.