i think im quantum immortal. if i kill myself, from my perspective i just fail my way into a timeline where i'm still alive but im dead as fuck in the og timeline.
and im also pretty sure if i kill myself to test this, that'll be when i actually die. the punchline to a cruel cosmic joke at my expense.
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it was more my perception was fucked. time stopped making any sense, and like walking a road I knew well just felt completely unfamiliar. i remember walking past what seemed like a high fortress wall, but there's nothing like that at all on that stretch of road. both me and my gf had more or less the same experience.
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Originally posted by Kafka
I’m going to dissociate soon. The people in my life are scum but I can’t be alone. I’m talking with the man who harassed me for months, because we met irl and he said my personality was what he was looking for, and if he’s this persistent maybe he won’t leave me, plus he’s rich and may be on the spectrum. But yeah I’m getting close to not coping, then I’ll just have to cope.
This is exactly how Lanny and I ended up together and we are pretty happy.
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Originally posted by vindicktive vinny
women have lower iq than men and they arent designed to be talked to unless your into talking about mundane feminine shit like celebrity gossips and whos cheating on who among your neighbors and etc etc.
if you value talking about deep thoughts and interestjng stuffs, you want MEN.
Show me on the doll where nietzsche touched you
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note I am not a step dad or teacher so there is no relationship of dependence on my part in any scenario i can think of unless possibly i volunteer to help refugees or something which i wouldnt do for the purposes of grooming anyone but to actually help.
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Originally posted by Kafka
I don’t get that, do children even have personalities or do you just mean issues affecting them later in life? I thought I didn’t start forming mine until I was 13, especially humour. Do you mean your beliefs?
I’m confused now.
I mean more of our subconscious personality.
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Originally posted by blaster master
Tbh, i havent heard from you in a year or two so I assumed you weren't interested and figured i wouldn't bother you.
Alright, simp story time boys.
So last summer I move back to my hometown after being gone from here over a decade. My family all moved away so it's kinda strange living here, lotta memories of when things were better for me.
And one sunday morning I was out of toothpaste so I went to the drug store, and I'm waiting in line and I get to the cashier and she deadnames me. Not many people call me by my real name, most people call me Red. She's like is your name abcxyz? And who is it, but this chicken I went to grade school, jr high and high school with. She was the first girl to ever reject my affection in the 6th grade and went on to be like hotter than fuck and our prom queen and shit.
And here she is working the sunday morning shift at the drug store looking blown out af. So I gave her my business card, said we should grab coffee sometime. Went back a couple more times, she said it was nice to see me, ect, and then I stopped seeing her at that drug store, I figured she must have moved on and gotten a better job. Then when I'd go there I'd notice the staff was looking at me kinda funny, maybe I look scummy enough to be a shop lifter I figured.
The chicken never hit me up, I figured maybe she was nervous or forgot, so a few months later I looked her up on google and it said she still lived at her parents old house, and it listed a cell phone number for her. So while laying around drinking beers the brilliant idea of sending her a text dawned upon me. So i said something along the lines of "hey chicken, it's abcxyz, i know this is weird, but i looked you up on google and figured id hit you up and see if you wanna get coffee or a drink sometime." No response, whatever.
The next day I'm at work and I get a phone call from my hometowns police dept phone number. LOL.
I answer, it's a detective and he says, "hey man, don't call or text that chicken and don't go back to that drug store, she wants to put a restraining order against you but when i reviewed the case it seemed like the next step was to call and tell you the contact was unwanted and to leave her alone."
He wasnt a dick about it but pretty much told me not to do shit like that anymore because it's weird.
Lol I was joking bud.
& Dannnnggg Daniel couldn’t give even one fuck off kindly before going to police. 😂 🐙
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Yeah you should have a character named Poncheaux that lives alone in the sewer systems when he isn't working 90 hours a week down at the hatchery, of which he donates away his entire paycheck for the betterment of others while sacrifice his own well-being and surviving off the bare essentials.
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