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The synthesis of ketamine is really fun but also doable in a basement lab. I needed to find something to get back to my hobby. Ive had ketamine once and didnt really like it, but thats probably because of how much it cost. Maybe im just lying to myself and its just an excuse to do drugs. Told myself i wouldnt do psychedelics again till 25, it aint ppd but reading is slower. Recently ive made 20L of moonshine and now its buried a few km away, had to give myself a break. Am i tgat stupid? I must be forgetting something. I just rememberd and now im ashamed. Sober and with a functioning brain
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhmmyJzmt8c
Its funny how i used to think that the algorythms have a deciding role over what kind of person i am, since im gen z. Recently ive realized that what they actually do is just figure out what you'd like to hear and simply give it to you, sometimes exacerbating the traits that youve already had. (This isnt strictly about the whole echo chamber thing, lets leave that out for now). Thus the video ive linked, made by a guy whose words i dearly appreciate, isnt a pearl that i was just lucky to find on the beach. It was a meant to be, a reflection of who i am and a step forward towards who id like to become.
With that it is the same to me as a pseudoscientific just-drink-some-bleach ramble to a worried mother raised by liars and fearmongerers. For both of us the core of such media is the same as what was implanted within us by our childhood enviroment. Its what we've been primed for in the beginning and thus we find comfort in it.
Its funny how i used to think that the algorythms have a deciding role over what kind of person i am, since im gen z. Recently ive realized that what they actually do is just figure out what you'd like to hear and simply give it to you, sometimes exacerbating the traits that youve already had. (This isnt strictly about the whole echo chamber thing, lets leave that out for now). Thus the video ive linked, made by a guy whose words i dearly appreciate, isnt a pearl that i was just lucky to find on the beach. It was a meant to be, a reflection of who i am and a step forward towards who id like to become.
With that it is the same to me as a pseudoscientific just-drink-some-bleach ramble to a worried mother raised by liars and fearmongerers. For both of us the core of such media is the same as what was implanted within us by our childhood enviroment. Its what we've been primed for in the beginning and thus we find comfort in it.
That link is stark, makes several relevant points about the nature of humanity. Sadly self centered points of view are often the default, a sort of center around the gravity of the hunger inherent in virtually every personality...yet as one who's been an altruist most of his life let me play devil's advocate and posit this:
Someone was capable, yet you sacrificed for them, and time went on. They began to rely on you, lost the ability to deal with difficulty, and of a sudden you wake up and realize that without you they can't do anything, survive alone. They've forgotten how. Their power of self agency is just...gone. And because of good intentions...that's a twisted fucked up version of your fault.
Did your altruism in the end destroy them? Have good intentions withered their soul?
I think about it a lot.
Drugs, well. Started smoking weed in the teens, hated how it made me paranoid by drinking age, so I switched to vodka. People who say it's not a gateway aren't thinking it through, it trains you to believe being sober is boring. You need something, and believe me, it finds you.
I've likened addiction to a lioness before. She starts off small, warm and fuzzy, no claws.
Before you know it she's grown up, a killing machine.
Someone was capable, yet you sacrificed for them, and time went on. They began to rely on you, lost the ability to deal with difficulty, and of a sudden you wake up and realize that without you they can't do anything, survive alone. They've forgotten how. Their power of self agency is just...gone. And because of good intentions...that's a twisted fucked up version of your fault.
Did your altruism in the end destroy them? Have good intentions withered their soul?
I think about it a lot.
Drugs, well. Started smoking weed in the teens, hated how it made me paranoid by drinking age, so I switched to vodka. People who say it's not a gateway aren't thinking it through, it trains you to believe being sober is boring. You need something, and believe me, it finds you.
I've likened addiction to a lioness before. She starts off small, warm and fuzzy, no claws.
Before you know it she's grown up, a killing machine.
Weed paranoia. Its buried feelings coming out. Early childhood trauma. We are a traumatised society. Every person. We dont see it because everyone is dissociated from our trauma. Trauma is an experience of overwhelming emotions that get buried and consciously forgotten. Yet they always try to bubble up. Our society mostly traumatizes little children, as theyre easy to overwhelm - society expects the parents to work all day, but a baby cant be just left alone, allowed to cry themselves to sleep, its too much. Psychedelics exacerbate all emotions including the buried ones from even decades ago. Thats why they make some people more connected with themselves and some end up in the psych ward. Too much emotion at once, everything comes out, everything what was done to them suddenly in one place.
Society loves alcohol because it helps bury the emotions. Helps forget and forgive. Forgive the traumatizers and forgive yourself for doing what was done to you to others(and to YOURSELF).
Society loves alcohol because it helps bury the emotions. Helps forget and forgive. Forgive the traumatizers and forgive yourself for doing what was done to you to others(and to YOURSELF).
All I know is everyone blames an individual for not realizing the glow of success, overlooks a system that sets up the majority of us for failure. The displacement of fault is incumbent upon the builders of the pyramid, as royalty points bejeweled fingers and laughs from the arch shade of palanquins.
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