Hym "No, I am event 1 in a causal chain that lead directly to a byproduct and, therefore, have a non-0 contribution that deserves to be both recognized and compensated."
The lanky kid at school you always walk past in the halls, hes extremely retarded with multiple occasions of him not writing a single word on his essays. Hes only gotten an B in spanish once which he bragged about for the entire month. Hes also extremely obsessed with underground metal, hardcore, grindcore and other genres of bands with outrageously titled names which always include gory and frightening depictions of death, torture, h.p lovcraftian monsters and or beings and sexual terms. Hes always wearing the same clothes due to him never having any money, and if he does have some he will pend them instantaniously on energy drinks, mostly monster and candy. He walks around with his "Oil skin jacket" thinking its awesome and alternative, just make sure to NEVER describe it as leather, as he will respond aggresivly, often with physical attacks. Even is also known has an alter ego / personality called "The Rat King" who is a force not to be reckoned with.
Girl in 10a: "I saw Even 10a walking in the halls with his leather jacket today, he scares me everytime he enters my eyesight"
Another girl in 10a: "HEY! Dont call it an leather jacket... if he hears us well be as good as dead, he has no mercy."
Even 10a: "Did someone call my oil skin jacket "leather"? *rips out your spinal chord and swings it around for an excessive amount of time before bringing it home and hanging it up as a chandelier before crusting over the aborted fetus forest spilling cthulhus acid fluid over the dimented mothers with no recognition of the aforementioned occurances* "hey that a good band name"
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when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.
FRIEND A: "Did you just take a stealthie of me?"
FRIEND B (turning phone around): "no I was just using snapchat's new filter, see?"
The grindset is a contemporary ideology of self-exploitation disguised as strength, deeply tied to the aesthetics of the “sigma male” and to new digital forms of patriarchy. It promotes the idea that human worth depends on productivity, economic success, absolute emotional control, and the ability to work endlessly, turning vulnerability, rest, community, and tenderness into signs of weakness. Beneath its rhetoric of discipline and power often lies a profound inability to relate healthily to pain, fragility, and human interdependence.
“That’s the grindset, brother. While weak men sleep and complain, sigma males stay disciplined, work in silence, suppress emotions, and build power while everyone else wastes time chasing comfort.”