I was having some ice-cream the other day and just decided to try something else and put some basil on top of it. It was good, if a bit exceptional sensation all in all. There's no way a kid would have eaten it though. That made me think a little:

One of the paradoxes of adulthood is that we are desperately looking for more "refined" combinations for our consumption of sweets. Plain sugary candy was enough for the two-year-old yourself, it was hard to form preferences for distinct brands or even tastes. But once you are old enough to buy as much sweets as possible your hunger for exploration overcedes the initial want instigated greatly (if not even exclusively) by the denials voiced by our parents. This is how we choose to punish ourselves in the absence of the Other positioned in direct control over ourselves: veil the unavoidable call of regression by seeking out for possibilities to aestheticize even the simplest sensations. Any form of violation seeks out to be masked desperately - just consider the amount of time most people have to spend choosing the right candy bar from the multitude of products at a store. Most are simply puzzled in such a situation, if you've ever happened to observe other people at a store. But it would be naive to assume a decision of this kind can be sometimes hard to make, because people just simply couldn't make up their minds afaced with so many different possibilities. It goes into other areas as well.

The key here is the way the oral stage structures the connection between physical stimulation and conceptual pleasure. Pleasure as such is just too much to take without rationale, intellectualized argumentation of some sort. The mind needs to process the stimulation into a form, and its successful subsumption is what is sensed as pleasure (because of the freedom of choice applied to a physical need for nourishment). It's done in the articulation of the approach of finity of want, in the avoidance of having to place a definitive signifier over your desires and accepting the end of subjective existence as unavoidable. It's exactly the same structure why there are so many different wines available at the liquor store, even if your neighbouring grocery store would carry just few brands of juice. The price for the violation of the original law, in the face of the abject cause, is rather considerable by all accounts. You wouldn't want to give away your well-constructed integrity merely for the sakes of your sweet tooth or just getting drunk. Instead you'll have to consider, evaluate carefully, what is worthy of your own persona's reflection on it. However, this persona is shrewdly blocking its own visibility as a sort of a stain, as a sense of guilt on the surface of the desired object. It adheres you to actually SEE yourself reflected back from the objectified substance, positioning yourself as the one obstacle that hinders you to witness the pettiest, most ridiculous truths about yourself. You are tickled by the calling of the object, but only by the object's own inclusion of your own private narrative on it. It is only you that makes the choices that you make, the Other only offers its capacity of surveillance for your utilization.

It's important to understand that any form of self-inflected violation must bear an adequately analogous form to the ideal-ego, otherwise we would crash directly into our own impossibility. You would simply cease from functioning altogether would you make the wrong choice at the candy shelf and pick up something that doesn't suit you. But you never do, and that's the catch here. That is because an ethical choice is already automatical by nature - the character of your persona, or an ethical inclination, has already been chosen as a frame for your every action. This mechanism allows you to freely continue as a diletant, a culinarist or as an art-connoisseur. "Empty choices" like these are made all the time, yet hardly anyone pays any attention to them. But they are extremely pivotal for our existence and the integrity of our psyche.

And so with special guests, people tend to serve them the fanciest culinaristic desserts (or wines) they can come up with, in the fear of accidentally revealing their inner child for everybody to gawk at. But in a way, with such procedure, each time other people are dining at your place you have unavoidably invited your Mother over at your house as well.

Keep this in mind next time you put stupid shit on your ice-cream.

If you posted a picture of your dirty underwear, an animal wearing a hat or your girlfriend's cleavage, this thread may have had a lifespan. Rueful ponderings of the stoned mindset are generally frowned upon, unless, of course, they are qaccompanied by an item from the above intinery.

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Number23 said:

My threads are either about

1) Some film
2) something to do with sex
3) some tv show.

Hey c'mon. This allows people to talk about their mothers.

thesexofit said:

Winners, all. Too much thought poisons the post.

novabrkr said:

Oh, don't get me started. Kudos, by the way. Not the candy kind, the real kind.

novabrkr said:

I really enjoyed reading it, actually. I used to post threads like this, but I was flashing a blind woman. Now I'm comfortably caged in my socially accepted literate punk no-nonsense org personna. Join us in one dimentional cliche and cartoon character schtick, nova. You too can get an imago avatar.

Number23 said:

That was a nasty swipe at imago LOL. I think he hates me personally, but thats OK.

thesexofit said:

No, it wasn't. Dan and me are pals. He gets turned on by me tweaking his bellend like that. Figuritvely. However you spell that.

Number23 said:

ha, bellend. I woulda spelled it as seperate words.

thesexofit said:

That's because you're English. English people are stupid cunts.

Number23 said:

Iam American iam afraid.


I prefer england. America was horrible sometimes. The patriotism is so gay. The rest of my family are actually English, and so my Dad never joined in on 4th July parades or put up flags and shit. I was never sucked in by the flag waving.

US doctors tried to get me circumsized. My parents told 'em no.

See! See! They are already talking about the traumas caused by the first others and their penises! The therapeutical motives of this thread are entirely justified.

thesexofit said:

I think North America's too complex and odd to encapsulate with crude generalistic terms. It's like a deaf Sicillian grandmother, easy to poke fun at but you know whose in charge of the family. I'm waiting for China waking up and joining in the party. That's when things'll really get interesting.

Number23 said:

Yeah, iam generalizing bigtime. I mean, i was only their 'til about 9 years old, but I prefered England, in general almost straight away. I still miss America in some ways. Bruce Springsteen's "streets of philadelphia" video gets me a bit teary eyed, and i didn't even live in Philly.

Iam just giving my very simplistic view.

I mean, i can't hate on America anyway. All my music and film comes from there.

Number23 said:

if by interesting, you mean everyone over here will finally realize that whoops, we just might not be the most powerful military force in the world, then yeah.

evenstar3 said:

Empires always crumble eventually. Look at Britain, or Rome.

thesexofit said:

exactly.

my brain hurtee

I bought 3 marzipan chocolate bars

ZombieKitten said:

January 12th is National Marzipan Day!

WillyWonka said:

really? you're not pulling my leg are you?
in that case very timely!

ZombieKitten said:

No, really, it is! (Specifically in America but - no matter. Everyone should celebrate it anyway!)

Today is National Bittersweet Chocolate Day!
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