when you wear basketball shorts or other thin bottomwear and sit on the weird ass cafeteria stool things for a while... you get up from the stool and see a little sweat mark left by your nutsack and/or ass, which quickly fades
dude, I was getting up to throw away my shitty ass school lunch and i noticed i made a HUGE School Cafeteria Kiss on the stool thing
The shittiest of shit. It's either overcooked or undercooked, or just straight up not cooked at all. The despair that fills your face when you take the first bite is masked by the primitive feeling of hunger, forcing you to accept the fateful bite that you take. Tears will stream your face for eating this food, and yet you still eat it, as you have nothing else to survive on.
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.
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.”