But, you’re somewhat normal – like, you’re socially adept enough to talk to people – and so you begin to interact, but unless the conversation offered to you is incredibly engaging, you actually just start to focus on shit like the way the person’s mouth moves, or like, if for example the person sounds like she has dry mouth and needs to swallow some more beer or something.
This just in from New York City – a 24 year-old camgirl therapist has recently revealed ‘Naked Therapy,’ and it’s getting really popular. With dudes. Yep – Sarah White, a student at an unnamed university who’s apparently doing her thesis on Naked Therapy, is offering $150 webcam sessions in which she strips while you tell her all about your existential woes.
Comment that this piece has a sentence fragment, and as such, is, well, stupid, and should be considered as such, because anything containing a grammatical error is undeniably, objectively bad.
Do you believe that a terrorist attack is imminent? How nervous do you feel on the subway? Flying? Are you afraid of North Korea? Ask yourself: Am I really afraid of North Korea? This is important information to know. Because generalized, doomsday fear of an entire country is pretty stressful and unmanagable and… neverending. Because, like, how could you realistically manage that fear? I guess you could go to war.
But the position you’ve accepted is “Content Manager” and in actuality you’ll be writing articles on real estate and educational resources for first-time homebuyers at a startup absolutely filled with business casual Web 2.0 enthusiasts who ‘get’ the internet. This is, of course, incredibly far off from what you really want to be doing (a novelist)…
Today Vice covered a Tumblr called ‘deathrainbows’ that apparently showcases images that its creator – “Wyatt W.” – imagines death will ‘look like’… literally. Check them out after the jump.
I’m having problems having sex with my girlfriend, and they seem really emotionally complicated, but I’m too embarrassed to ask any of my friends for help, or go to a shrink. I feel so much shame surrounding my inability to perform in bed. I feel like if I told anyone they would think I was a shithead. What should I do?
Unfortunately – against his wishes – the whole world now knows who he likes (the video, posted last March, has almost 500k pageviews), but whatever. Time to gush. Video after the jump.
The internet has invented new situations, new emotions, and new difficulties for the Western human race. Or, at least, exacerbated old ones. Take for example the situation of two individuals that have gotten into a festering, bitter argument on some internet forum who subsequently have found themselves, a week later, standing in the same room, at some party. What might be the outcome of this situation?
I found a link to one of these in the /r/creepy subreddit late one night. The videos are sort of NSFW, if you don’t want your coworkers thinking you’re… weird.