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>>13385002
based and bicyclepilled

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No, cycling is the literary lifestyle sport of choice. That and walking, running, sailing, rowing, etc.

Actually traversing the world instead of standing in a stale room under fluorescent lighting trying to rupture your muscles so that you show off your scar tissue later on.

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>>11325191
Cioran in an interview on how he finally dealt with his insomnia:

>Yes. I’ll tell you, apropos of that, this period of deep insomnia came to an end in France, and you know how? By the bicycle. It’s rather curious, this phenomenon, I was a bit like someone suffering hallucinations, I’d been in Paris a few months, and one day on the boulevard St. Michel someone offered to sell me a bicycle. It was a racing bicycle, not expensive at all. I said yes and bought it, which for me was a stroke of providence, unheard of luck. I went all over France with that bicycle, I’d be gone for months. Because I had come here on a grant for several years from the French government to do a thesis, from 1937 until the war, till 1940. It was for me to do a thesis in philosophy . . . Which I certainly did not! I never went to the Sorbonne, I lied. But with that I’d cover kilometers and kilometers, for months, I went all through the Pyrenees. I’d do a hundred kilometers a day. And it’s this physical effort that allowed me to sleep. I remember, France was very cheap before the war, I’d come into a village, I’d eat whatever I wanted, drink a bottle of wine, and then I’d go sleep in the fields. It was a very natural life, very healthy. Physical exercise morning till night. When you do a hundred kilometers a day, there’s no way you’re not going to sleep, it’s out of the question. So, it wasn’t due to medicine. Because I had, unfortunately for me, seen a lot of doctors in Romania and in France, and they all gave me medications that messed up my stomach and everything, that was the big danger, and even with sleeping pills I only managed to sleep two or three hours at most. And then I’d have a headache all day, it was horrible. I was poisoned from sleeping pills, I don’t take them anymore. And so, this providential bicycle saved me.

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For me living a simple life is not so much living off the land as very straight forward simplicity by removing obligations.

So I'm on welfare and live a minimalist lifestyle so that I don't have to spend time on work or chores. I just strive to have as much of every day to myself to do with as I please.

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>>11263058
It's true, anon.

Take the bikepill.

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