:chefs-kiss: :cringe:
we've all had weird dreams. maybe not staring-at-grandmas-yodel-patch-before-she-rubs-pubes-on-our-faces weird, but certainly something personally and deeply upsetting.
the trick to not being Dr. Jordan Peterson is to not put it in a book about how you're a unique brain genius.
Yeah, pretty weird. And he actually put it in a fucking book. Pretty weird.
We've all probably had weird dreams like that, but we don't remember them and if we do, we don't tell the fucking public about them
Imagine how fucked up you have to be to consider this braindead fuck a role model.
that's actually fairly easy when you piggyback the inane Jungian garbage on some generic self help advice that has a proven track record of being mildly successful in alleviating depressive symptoms. if you'd cut out the reactionary propaganda, 12 Rules for Life would be ok as a self help book. if you have somebody to platform you extensively, to give you the reach to expose enough kids to that, it'll help some of them to get their shit together. Not many, certainly not most - something as simple as "clean your room and stand up straight with your shoulders back" isn't anywhere near sufficient when you're seriously depressed, but if you're just a bit off, if you just need a few tricks to better manage your symptoms, that can work. At least for a while. Then you have somebody who "was saved by Dr. Jordan B. Peterson" and he'll tell all his online friends how kermit the fraud cured him.
The fact that people take this man very seriously and he is even hired as a tenured professor makes it all the more funny.
Look I'll catch flak for it, but before I had a materialistic understanding of alienation Dr. Peterson's work actually helped me a lot. Prior to finding 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos, my life definitely fell into the "chaotic" camp. I could barely understand the world let alone interact with it in a productive and fulfilling way. Then I got to rule #6, wash your penis every week or two, and all of a sudden I felt in control of everything around me. I could sense the ways I was better than other people and could confidently talk to girls about being intellectual and wanting to fight in the crusades.
Doctor Peterson helped me a lot when he told me that actually, if your penis is 4 inches or less, it’s really big.
People need to unironicly understand just how large an 8 inch pecker is. People really should not be worrying about sizes.
Everyone is always talking about Long Corbyn, but no one ever asks about Thicc Corbyn.
Maps of Meaning calls those "long-hauls" because you can go up to four weeks without washing your penis as long as it doesn't touch your underwear.
Honestly he's only a thing because lots of people don't teach their kids the connection between self-maintenance and mental health. Hell I didn't really figure that out till I was grown.
Doctor Jordan Peterson also helped me a lot because if a talent-less hack like him can get published then there's hope for me too
Well I guess I needed to know about Peterson's incest dream today. Thanks.
I think I once read somewhere that having incest dreams isn’t really all the uncommon and not an indication of any sort of sexual pathology.
Still weird to describe it in such detail in a book with your name on it tho.
Find some poor terminally online clout-chaser who will read it for you and report back.
