Anshuman Domah > Recent Status Updates

“So then the success tax comes from envy, and the shit tax comes from exploitation... The tax for being mediocre comes from you and everyone else knowing that you are mediocre. It's a heavier tax than you'd think.”

“You want to see a very bad man? Make an ordinary man successful beyond his imagination. Let’s see how good he is when he can do whatever he wants.”

There is an old joke about a nearsighted man who has lost his keys late at night and is looking for them by the light of a streetlamp. Another person comes along and offers to help him look but asks him, “Are you sure this is where you lost them?” He answers, “No, but this is where the light is.”

In all truly productive men instinct is the strong, affirmative force and reason the dissuader and critic.

“The feeling settles. The loss becomes as much a part of me as anything.”

"When I was born, the name for what I was did not exist."

When I was born, the name for what I was did not exist.

"Every time you remember something, the memory weakens, as you're remembering the last recollection, rather than the memory itself."

"You look like you got hit by a bus, and you dusted yourself off, and did it again for the hell of it. You look like you're wondering when the next time you can get hit by that bus is."

"...when 'brilliance' is considered a requirement for a job, what is really meant is 'a penis'..." Bwahahaha did she imply that penises are brilliant? XD XD XD

“A man I dated tried to win arguments with me by telling me I was blinded with Ideology. I couldn’t see the world objectively, he said, or rationally, because I was a feminist and I saw everything through feminist eyes. When I pointed out that this was true for him too (he identified as a libertarian) he demurred.” This is a blatant example of 'identity politics' on both counts.

We can now drink from a firehose of validation like never before (there's an app for that)

...less obviously but just as importantly, we may also learn to overcome our naive and too empathic proclivities. Our tendencies to sacrifice ourselves unsuitably and unjustly to others...

J'accepte tout : les brodequins, les tenailles, le plomb fondu, les pincettes, le garrot, tout ce qui brûle, tout ce qui déchire, je veux souffrir pour de bon. Plutôt cent morsures, plutôt le fouet, le vitriol que cette souffrance de tête...

Nous, nous battions des paupières. Un clin d’œil ça s’appelait. Un petit éclair noir, un rideau qui tombe et qui se relève : la coupure est faite. L’œil s’humecte, le monde s’anéantit. Vous ne pouvez pas savoir combien c’était rafraîchissant. Quatre mille repos dans une heure. Quatre mille petites évasions.