What do you base your self worth on?

So if your health, and wealth fall short you would have low self worth?

Honestly, ability to get pussy and money.

I base it on if a women is with me and loves me.

the lesson is that if you base your self worth on external entities you will fail

sex

I looks at my self ask why did I not just jump in fron for the train sooner

How much OPs mum pays me to keep quiet about the church fete gangbang she won best of breed in.

Have you ever forgotten your phone?

When did you realise you’d forgotten it? I’m guessing you didn’t just smack your forehead and exclaim ‘damn’ apropos of nothing. The realisation probably didn’t dawn on you spontaneously. More likely, you reached for your phone, pawing open your pocket or handbag, and were momentarily confused by it not being there. Then you did a mental restep of the morning’s events.

Shit.

In my case, my phone’s alarm woke me up as normal but I realised the battery was lower than I expected. It was a new phone and it had this annoying habit of leaving applications running that drain the battery overnight. So, I put it on to charge while I showered instead of into my bag like normal. It was a momentary slip from the routine but that was all it took. Once in the shower, my brain got back into ‘the routine’ it follows every morning and that was it.

Forgotten.

This wasn’t just me being clumsy, as I later researched, this is a recognised brain function. Your brain doesn’t just work on one level, it works on many. Like, when you’re walking somewhere, you think about your destination and avoiding hazards, but you don’t need to think about keeping your legs moving properly. If you did, the entire world would turn into one massive hilarious QWOP cosplay. I wasn’t thinking about regulating my breathing, I was thinking whether I should grab a coffee on the drive to work (I did). I wasn’t thinking about moving my breakfast through my intestines, I was wondering whether I’d finish on time to pick up my daughter Emily from nursery after work or get stuck with another late fee. This is the thing; there’s a level of your brain that just deals with routine, so that the rest of the brain can think about other things.

Think about it. Think about your last commute. What do you actually remember? Little, if anything, probably. Most common journeys blur into one, and recalling any one in particular is..

scientifically proven to be difficult. Do something often enough and it becomes routine. Keep doing it and it stops being processed by the thinking bit of the brain and gets relegated to a part of the brain dedicated to dealing with routine. Your brain keeps doing it, without you thinking about it. Soon, you think about your route to work as much as you do keeping your legs moving when you walk. As in, not at all.

Most people call it autopilot. But there’s danger there. If you have a break in your routine, your ability to remember and account for the break is only as good as your ability to stop your brain going into routine mode. My ability to remember my phone being on the counter is only as reliable as my ability to stop my brain entering ‘morning routine mode’ which would dictate that my phone is actually in my bag. But I didn’t stop my brain entering routine mode. I got in the shower as normal. Routine started. Exception forgotten.

Autopilot engaged.

My brain was back in the routine. I showered, I shaved, the radio forecast amazing weather, I gave Emily her breakfast and loaded her into the car (she was so adorable that morning, she complained about the ‘bad sun’ in the morning blinding her, saying it stopped her having a little sleep on the way to nursery) and left. That was the routine. It didn’t matter that my phone was on the counter, charging silently. My brain was in the routine and in the routine my phone was in my bag. This is why I forgot my phone. Not clumsiness. Not negligence. Nothing more my brain entering routine mode and over-writing the exception.

Autopilot engaged.

I left for work. It’s a swelteringly hot day already. The bad sun had been burning since before my traitorously absent phone woke me. The steering wheel was burning hot to the touch when I sat down. I think I heard Emily shift over behind my driver’s seat to get out of the glare. But I got to work. Submitted the report. Attended the morning meeting.

(you) are a faggot

So then why the fuck are you in a relationship if what you really wanna do is chase tail? Don't do that to yourself Cred Forumsro

Dank memes

It’s not until I took a quick coffee break and reached for my phone that the illusion shattered. I did a mental restep. I remembered the dying battery. I remembered putting it on to charge. I remembered leaving it there.

My phone was on the counter.

Autopilot disengaged.

Again, therein lies the danger. Until you have that moment, the moment you reach for your phone and shatter the illusion, that part of the brain is still in routine mode. It has no reason to question the facts of the routine; that’s why it’s a routine. Attrition of repetition. It’s not as if anyone could say ‘why didn’t you remember your phone? Didn’t it occur to you? How could you forget? You must be negligent’; this is to miss the point. My brain was telling me the routine was completed as normal, despite the fact that it wasn’t. It wasn’t that I forgot my phone. According to my brain, according to the routine, my phone was in my bag. Why would I think to question it? Why would I check? Why would I suddenly remember, out of nowhere, that my phone was on the counter? My brain was wired into the routine and the routine was that my phone was in my bag.

The day continued to bake. The morning haze gave way to the relentless fever heat of the afternoon. Tarmac bubbled. The direct beams of heat threatened to crack the pavement. People swapped coffees for iced smoothies. Jackets discarded, sleeves rolled up, ties loosened, brows mopped. The parks slowly filled with sunbathers and BBQ’s. Window frames threatened to warp. The thermometer continued to swell. Thank fuck the offices were air conditioned.

But, as ever, the furnace of the day gave way to a cooler evening. Another day, another dollar. Still cursing myself for forgetting my phone, I drove home. The days heat had baked the inside of the car, releasing a horrible smell from somewhere. When I arrived on the driveway, the stones crunching comfortingly under my tyres, my wife greeted me at the door.

I have no self worth. I am just waiting to die.

how nice of a person i am IRL
and how much of an edgelord i am on the internet

Where’s Emily?”
Fuck.

As if the phone wasn’t bad enough. After everything I’d left Emily at the fucking nursery after all. I immediately sped back to the nursery. I got to the door and started practising my excuses, wondering vainly if I could charm my way out of a late fee. I saw a piece of paper stuck to the door.
“Due to vandalism overnight, please use side door. Today only.”
Overnight? What? The door was fine this morni-.
I froze. My knees shook.
Vandals. A change in the routine.
My phone was on the counter.

I hadn’t been here this morning.

My phone was on the counter.

I’d driven past because I was drinking my coffee. I’d not dropped off Emily.

My phone was on the counter.

She’d moved her seat. I hadn’t seen her in the mirror.

My phone was on the counter.

She’d fallen asleep out of the bad sun. She didn’t speak when I drove past her nursery.

My phone was on the counter.

She’d changed the routine.

My phone was on the counter.

She’d changed the routine and I’d forgotten to drop her off.

My phone was on the counter.

9 hours. That car. That baking sun. No air. No water. No power. No help. That heat. A steering wheel too hot to touch.

That smell.

I walked to the car door. Numb. Shock.

I opened the door.

My phone was on the counter and my daughter was dead.

Autopilot disengaged.

are you borrowing from a book ?
These lines seem so familiar .
For some reason I wanna say Stephen King

My general intelligence.

I don't think about my worth.

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my intellect and moral integrity

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I honestly don't know. Probably the factors many others do . My job or lack of one. Any talents I may have. How my family and friends feel about me and how they see me as a person . Am I fucking someone , am I committed to a relationship . Did I do the right thing, am I a decent person and human being .
I could go on and have debates but philosophy although interesting I just don't feel too up for it . Kinda rare to see something like this on here to for me be honest . The porn gif is on the money though

Nothing. Im a boring piece of shit and a drunk. I quit drinking a few days ago and now im just bored and boring. I'd end it if i could bring myself to give a shit...

I need a fucking hobby. What do yall rate bass guitar?

LOL

But how do i base it on me when im basic as fuck? Start lifting again? Already on a diet and droping mad weight. Got plenty of muscle. Guess i could get some better clithes and work some casual business deals?

There's a lot of merit to the bass in my opinion . people like Flee , Dee Dee and Lemmy for starters

A whopping 5 seconds

self worth is based on self knowledge

most people have no idea what they want or what they truly believe, but nobody else can tell you that stuff for you

Right on. Well i always kinda figured until u get earth shattering famous nobody knows the bass guy anyway. Or do like slipnot and wear masks. I doubt it would ever go anywhere. But i honestly dont lnow what else to do. And for 200 bucks i seen a bunch of bass and shit amps on fb. Guess ill grab one and give it a whirl.

That's incredibly superficial.

It's important to be healthy and happy with your appearance, but that shouldn't be the sole determinant of your self-worth.

There's a lot more to you than that, whether you realize it or not. Self discovery is not an easy road, you have to address a lot of very uncomfortable truths about yourself.

Sauce anyone?

The amount of music i put out.

Which right now is 0, so I'm shit

>Implying I have any to begin with
Yet I still chug on, hoping to either create or discover it some day. Any time I do something that's somewhat noteworthy or something somebody would compliment, I immediately mentally write it off as "so what, other people have done it or something similar."

Anyone else have this issue?

I see. Well, ive spent the last 10 years just drinking every day. But now all my buddies got kids and depresion meds and just quit. So i did too. Now i dont even know where to start. Kinda sad really, never even though mich about it till now. Busy working and fixing on my shitty house.

im young smart and good looking, just hope my life will be successful
pic related: me

you are none of those things.

ok mom

>ego

Hope I helped.

My world of Warcraft ilvl

Get a haircut, lose that filthy earnings, shave that necbeard or grow an actual full beard.

>Lying on the internet

>good looking

Maybe if you cut your hair, shaved that fucking neckbeard, and didn't wear gay rings and shirts with lame ass pockets on them.

You're welcome.

i got an hair cut, just cant find a picture, i look much better now

Do you always look tired or are you actually exhausted?

doubt

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KNAWLEDGE!
No seriously, i've wasted half my life reading books and only when i got in uni, did all the wisdom that books have unknowingly packed into my head started to unfold and support me in scenarios i've never even expected to encounter. All in all i base my self-worth on my experiences in life, and since books seem to be a cheat code through the 'trial and error' stages, i base my worth in all the books i've read and times i've re-read them.

yeah, you look like shit m8. your body hair is laughable at best, your beard looks like it belongs on a 16 year old who doesnt know how to trim, and your gauges are trash tier. 4/10 at best check your ego

Having a good or even just a decent job. What I consider good is hotshotting jobs or jobs that require special training.
Decent jobs are just like stocking and cashier jobs at gas stations or whatever.

My whole life I've looked down at people who work in mcdonalds or other restaurants like that unless they were kids in school during summer break or elderly people bored from retirement.Especially if you're in your early 20s-early 30s.

>keeping the same mcdonalds job you had when you were 16 and you're now in your 20s and don't even have a manager position, you fucking suck at life.