Fleeting Pleasures

[nightsafari]

This is the one and only Boomer, cylon no.8
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all these cylons scare the hell out of me...

 

[hofmann]

all these cylons scare the hell out of me...

...but we are all cylons! So say we all

https://www.wired.com/2011/04/we-are-all-cylons/

 

[glockman]

This is the one and only Boomer, cylon no.8
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The original Boomer from the TV series was this black guy.

 

[glockman]

We have a generation gap. OK Boomer!

BTW, why did you call me Boomer? You have a thing for older niggers?

 

[Claire]

BTW, why did you call me Boomer? You have a thing for older niggers?

You are Baby Boomer Generation. I am Gen Y. We have a generation gap.
OK Boomer!

 

[Claire]

BTW, why did you call me Boomer? You have a thing for older niggers?

"OK Boomer" is a catchphrase and internet meme that gained popularity among younger cohorts throughout 2019, used to dismiss or mock attitudes stereotypically attributed to the baby boomer generation. It is considered by some to be ageist.

You get it Mr Old Man?

 

[glockman]

You are Baby Boomer Generation. I am Gen Y. We have a generation gap.
OK Boomer!

"OK Boomer" is a catchphrase and internet meme that gained popularity among younger cohorts throughout 2019, used to dismiss or mock attitudes stereotypically attributed to the baby boomer generation. It is considered by some to be ageist.

You get it Mr Old Man?

You seem agitated, edgy, I sense aggression. Had a bad day? How's the painting coming along?

Despite our generation gap, I am confident if given the right stimulation (I mean opportunity), I can bridge it with my alpha male-ness. If you get my drift.

 

[Claire]

You seem agitated, edgy, I sense aggression. Had a bad day? How's the painting coming along?

Despite our generation gap, I am confident if given the right stimulation (I mean opportunity), I can bridge it with my alpha male-ness. If you get my drift.

I completed my painting yesterday afternoon.

Bad day? Nope. It's my bad week. It's the troublesome Shark Week again!

I apologise for my unintended aggression Sorry. I can't help it.

 

[glockman]

I completed my painting yesterday afternoon.

Bad day? Nope. It's my bad week. It's the troublesome Shark Week again!

I apologise for my unintended aggression Sorry. I can't help it.

Glad you have completed painting.

Shark Week on TV? Your apology is accepted with glee.

 

[hofmann]

The original Boomer from the TV series was this black guy.

LoL I'm glad they went with Grace Park instead. She's such a hottie

 

[nightsafari]

The original Boomer from the TV series was this black guy.

I remember this guy... poor token black guy... left out of all the important stuff like chasing girls...

 

[nightsafari]

LoL I'm glad they went with Grace Park instead. She's such a hottie

so you like elon musk more or her??

 

[hofmann]

so you like elon musk more or her??

I'll take them both! Menage a trois

 

[nightsafari]

I'll take them both! Menage a trois

omg... you are going to make elon soooo happy...

 

[glockman]

omg... you are going to make elon soooo happy...

Being autistic has helped him tremendously. His brain is wired in a way that made him a genius. I wish I had the same condition.

 

[knnccb]

Three is very good. Kids are just good at one thing, gaming. So they'd better be good at it.

I avoid first person shooters, I feel dizzy within a few minutes. Used to like those games, but now being an old fart, I can't handle them.

is hofmann your cousin?

 

[glockman]

is hofmann your cousin?

He's my buddy!

 

[tanwahtiu]

U may Like to try Sex on Demand.

Where one party initiates the demand for sex, if the other party like it idea, set up the demand:

1. One party get ready to set up the place to ready for sex, or

2. The other party brought fine wine and food add the atmosphere for sex....

3....

Rather than wait for signal or flirting, straight to demand for sex....

Ménage à moi is my solo form of fleeting pleasure. So is physical intimacy. I often indulge in these acts to get a short term cerebral cum emotional boost. While he appreciated my curves, I felt transiently pleasured and happier.

But are these real, sustainable and long term happiness? Or are these lustful acts nothing more than fleeting pleasures?

It is only human for me to seek validation. The validation metamorphosizes into fleeting pleasure, or perhaps, sometimes, happiness.

When I was little girl, I craved for my parents' praises. When I was in primary and secondary schools, I felt validated when I was appointed a prefect or achieved perfect (or almost perfect) grades. In junior college, validations came in the form of getting the most student votes and appointed a student councillor. Acing all my O, plus A level subjects and special papers felt immaculately gratifying too. It gave me the desired pleasure and happiness.

In university, a simple response from an alluring and charming law professor, that I had asked a good or intelligent question titillated my sense of achievement as a rising legal eagle. As a young maturing woman, knowing that guys found me sexually attractive and desirable, indulged my happiness index to a carnal level. In bed, seeing their euphoric orgasms made me awesomesauce, reminding me that I wielded supreme power over men's carnal weaknesses.

Seeking validation has taken a new format with technology and social media for many of us (or at least for majority of us under 40 or maybe 45). The agglomeration of mainstream Facebook and Instagram "likes" is another form of fleeting pleasure.

Some call these happiness, but I would rather call it a fleeting pleasure. Just like instant food, social media "likes" can quickly increase our ephemeral happiness index, evaporating just as fast after "consumption". It's akin to men who had ejaculated inside me, they quickly lost interest and fell asleep. And when they started snoring, whatever form of fleeting pleasure or happiness vanished into the loneliness and darkness of the night.

I reckon, we need both fleeting pleasures and real happiness to survive emotionally, in this technologically laced modern society, championed by a simple and small device, known as the mobile phone.

Pursuing happiness via quick fixes of fleeting pleasures may not be exclusively ideal, but real happiness doesn't just drop down from the blue skies either.

Consistent goal setting seems to be my only answer to find real happiness. Coupled with slowing my work pace, taking nature walks, appreciating what's around me, and those who matter most, I hope I can find real, sustainable, and long term happiness.

Any thoughts?

Ménage à moi is my solo form of fleeting pleasure. So is physical intimacy. I often indulge in these acts to get a short term cerebral cum emotional boost. While he appreciated my curves, I felt transiently pleasured and happier.

But are these real, sustainable and long term happiness? Or are these lustful acts nothing more than fleeting pleasures?

It is only human for me to seek validation. The validation metamorphosizes into fleeting pleasure, or perhaps, sometimes, happiness.

When I was little girl, I craved for my parents' praises. When I was in primary and secondary schools, I felt validated when I was appointed a prefect or achieved perfect (or almost perfect) grades. In junior college, validations came in the form of getting the most student votes and appointed a student councillor. Acing all my O, plus A level subjects and special papers felt immaculately gratifying too. It gave me the desired pleasure and happiness.

In university, a simple response from an alluring and charming law professor, that I had asked a good or intelligent question titillated my sense of achievement as a rising legal eagle. As a young maturing woman, knowing that guys found me sexually attractive and desirable, indulged my happiness index to a carnal level. In bed, seeing their euphoric orgasms made me awesomesauce, reminding me that I wielded supreme power over men's carnal weaknesses.

Seeking validation has taken a new format with technology and social media for many of us (or at least for majority of us under 40 or maybe 45). The agglomeration of mainstream Facebook and Instagram "likes" is another form of fleeting pleasure.

Some call these happiness, but I would rather call it a fleeting pleasure. Just like instant food, social media "likes" can quickly increase our ephemeral happiness index, evaporating just as fast after "consumption". It's akin to men who had ejaculated inside me, they quickly lost interest and fell asleep. And when they started snoring, whatever form of fleeting pleasure or happiness vanished into the loneliness and darkness of the night.

I reckon, we need both fleeting pleasures and real happiness to survive emotionally, in this technologically laced modern society, championed by a simple and small device, known as the mobile phone.

Pursuing happiness via quick fixes of fleeting pleasures may not be exclusively ideal, but real happiness doesn't just drop down from the blue skies either.

Consistent goal setting seems to be my only answer to find real happiness. Coupled with slowing my work pace, taking nature walks, appreciating what's around me, and those who matter most, I hope I can find real, sustainable, and long term happiness.

Any thoughts?

 

[redbull313]

U may Like to try Sex on Demand.

Where one party initiates the demand for sex, if the other party like it idea, set up the demand:

1. One party get ready to set up the place to ready for sex, or

2. The other party brought fine wine and food add the atmosphere for sex....

3....

Rather than wait for signal or flirting, straight to demand for sex....

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