In rare and never before seen footage this video captures the moment a punter falls for a WL/ML.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_71egvvwY20
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In rare and never before seen footage this video captures the moment a punter falls for a WL/ML.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_71egvvwY20
Is it Falls or Fails?
Apparently in the final chapter of the “punters cookbook” the truth is revealed and both words mean the same thing.
Something about that music gives me a boner.
If anything it’s a lesson. A reminder. Don’t eat the cheese.
1 music spinoff from Shaft which is appropriate
2 unfortunately the Sukebe chair grew teeth
3 the punter overdosed with Viagara
4 and for the right and/or wrong reasons you eventually get fucked over because every sex cell in your body was blown away which you cannot blame on anyone else - by a strange twist of fate …. drat … think I got done …… circumstances I’m still working out … but pretty sure I know where and when and how ….
That's just an example of a head job.
Pretty symbolic of a punters journey
However many a punters who have fallen in love with a WL haven't been killed in a mouse trap or consumed by fire.
Many of them go on to lead a healthy and productive adult life.
WLs are there to be paid to be fallen in love and out of love with.
The process won't suck out oxygen in your life or empty your renewable reservoir of semen.
There is also no worthwhile and meaningful life lesson to learn from.
All mice will eventually die one day. Trap or no trap.
You can't make a person fall in love with you without you falling in love with that person as well.
It's like killing an animal - deep inside you will feel like you're killing your own kind. As much as you want to avoid the guilt for killing an animal and be heartless, eventually the thought will consume you as you can't forgive yourself.
By the way, you can't make a person fall in love with you no matter how hard you try. Loving involves giving a part of you away, even if it was pretend. When people don't reciprocate our love we will feel hurt. So even if it was pretend love, you will still feel hurt if the person you were pretending with is a total heartless person.
Like buying coffee for a mate - if they don't reciprocate with either the same cup of coffee, a juice box or lunch you will think of that person as an arsehole. Similarly, you were buying coffee for that mate because you were expecting them to return the favour.
But in the world of merits, not expecting reciprocation is the strongest power one can practice to manifest happiness. It takes practice to cultivate such feelings, because it is definitely better than hurting others - you just want the best for them.
Not just the monks, son. In fact, a monk's prayer isn't to make themselves happy - they find happiness first before using prayers to help others find happiness and a good life. Happiness is the key to making prayers work, no prayers work when a person is sad or desperate.
Falling in and out of love, getting your heart broken and getting emotionally scarred is good for the soul, it toughens you up and conditions you to handle shit and the emotional downs of life. Rock bottom will teach you stuff that mountain tops can never teach you....and then sometimes you think you've hit rock bottom, then you realise there's a fucken network of subterranean tunnels and caves below rock bottom.
So damn true JohnJones wise words - and it takes lots of practice but worth all the effort. Takes a fair amount of convincing others you aren't after something also but when the few do realise you do actually want the best for them their smile is worth it's weight - guess it doesn't happen to MLs too often
I was thinking to myself the other day, if love were a drug you took, like a pill, nobody would ever take it once someone explained the withdrawal symptoms, or after trying it just the one time.
"Yeah, feels fucking amazing, but when you get withdrawls it will feel like you're having open heart surgery, with no anaesthetic, being performed by a swarm of wasps..."
The human race would die out within 50 years.
Love is hard work and just like any profession, career, trade, craft, sport or hobby it can span over many years/decades and requires time, effort, focus, commitment, trial-and-error, and lots of practice. The hard work does have its rewards, but it is tiresome, and brings a lotta pain, sweat, tears, disappointments, callouses, scarring, anxiety and sleepless nights.
So love is really just a job/career, and sex is the equivalent of the pay cheque you get every fortnight/month. Kinky play would be like a reward or the bonus that is given only once a year (but only if you perform). Guys who change partners/lovers frequently would be equivalent to those people that change jobs every 2-3 years. And guys that have had the one partner for 30-40 years would be like those people that have stayed put at the one company/job all their life. Punting would be the equivalent of blokes that have a full time day job but moonlight and freelance after hours. And for the guys who get STDs/STIs would be like that guy that gets injured at work and goes on compo or light duties.
As for retirement....when it comes to love do you ever retire?
Love is falling, and falling is a catastrophe.
Love is repetition; if repetition stops, love stops, too. If that stops, that leads to the lack of the other; and the lack of the other feels like something is missing; therefore, it hurts.
Love is a catastrophe that makes us vulnerable so that we give power to the other to destroy us
If you feel like that, you are in a catastrophe.