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2017-06-11 at 8:49 PM UTC in FruitDoes anybody else have a hard time with it? Vegetables, no problem. I eat loads of veggies. But, fruit just doesn't appeal to me. It's either too messy or too sweet or unripe. I don't get enough natural sugars because of this. What are your fruit eating habits?
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2017-06-10 at 10:18 PM UTC in Guess the picturePost a pixelated image, the next poster has to guess what it is.
I use this site for editing: http://www169.lunapic.com/editor. Pixelate is under the "Adjust" tab. I'll start.
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2017-06-12 at 7:43 PM UTC in Diagnose the user above with a mental or neurological disorderNo @utism.
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2017-06-10 at 10:01 PM UTC in The Nigga Confessional™ †
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2017-06-10 at 10:57 PM UTC in Guess the picture
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2017-06-08 at 10:18 PM UTC in Name the 3 NiS posters that youLanny CF Malice
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2017-06-05 at 12 AM UTC in Had you ever known someone who commited suicide?
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2017-05-14 at 11:01 PM UTC in Could you kill someone?Keep your bullshit where we can't smell it. This is a discussion forum, nigger.
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2017-05-07 at 7:13 AM UTC in Talk me out of my foolishness
Originally posted by mmQ What type of depression veil do you have Z? I've had a heavy depression the last 10 years of my life and I'm curious how ours may or may not relate.
I've been diagnosed MDD at one point and bipolar 1 at another, in general I've been sick this way for about eight or nine years. Pharmaceuticals have helped on and off, but I've never had a lasting respite. Things like beauty and love are foreign to me, all I know is desperation and when I try to feel something more all I do is frustrate myself. What else would you like to know? -
2017-05-06 at 4:16 PM UTC in Bringing whiskey and glasses to a therapiststhey would charge your insurance for ice
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2017-05-04 at 9:41 PM UTC in Just got out of the ERYou're not so alone as you think you are - I've been there, too. At one point I was mixing large doses of Klonopin with what must have been liters of vodka, at my peak. More nights than I can count, I went to sleep neither knowing nor caring if I'd even wake up. Because my clonazepam was prescribed, it was inevitable that my supply would be gone weeks before a refill could be authorized. One week passed, after running out, and withdrawal set in. Immediately after the first seizure, I was blessed with an unusual but serendipitous affability. This pleasant state of mind persisted even after leaving the ER. Twelve hours later, another seizure put me right back in. At first, they wanted to discharge me with a script for more benzos, to interrupt my withdrawal until I could get more prescribed. Upon the insistence of their psychiatrist, however, I was admitted to the neurology unit. There I spent three days (my birthday was one of them), confined to a boulder they called my bed, on a cocktail of IV anticonvulsants that made me dry heave every hour.
I was and am still of the opinion that this arrangement was wrought by profit-seeking leeches, sucking dry the teat of my HMO coverage, but I had agreed to stay because it comforted my mother. When I left, they told me I'd have to take Depakote or that I'd have another seizure. It sapped me of all feeling except for rage. I wanted to lash out at everyone: the doctors, my family, and even my fucking cat. My hair started falling out and it clogged my drain; I had piss-colored, hairy water all over my bathtub for weeks. I started getting acne everywhere: my neck, my ears, and all over my back. Diarrhea became an hourly occurrence. I would lose blocks of memory and would often have to rely on family to recount many of my actions.
All I could do was ruminate. Every second of every day I spent pitying myself for the unfairness of my situation. To say I was worth anything to anybody would be a farce. And the worst of it is how it's affected my parents. Watching me seize, almost losing their son, who are the most loving and supportive people I know in this world. Every day, they root for me, after all that I've put them through. I will never, ever be relieved of the guilt that I feel for having done this to them. They are the reason I'm trying to keep my body clean now.
Please, OP, be grateful that you haven't hurt anybody like that, and please, for your sake, reach out to people. Malice, I've known you for years now and I know it's just a message board, but I can tell very clearly that you have a lot to offer in a friendship. -
2017-05-04 at 10:17 PM UTC in Just got out of the ER
Originally posted by Malice Thanks for sharing Zanick. On Zoklet I always had the image of you as well off guy, if somewhat elitist, who was on a track to a good life in the medical field. I'm not sure if I missed some of your posts while I was there because I mostly posted in The Retarded Thread, a fair amount of people spent most of their time there, but after reading this and some other posts you've made it's obvious you've suffered immensely.
You should look into Nardil, it's the #1 medication I want to get back on. Fucking last bitch took me off such a powerful drug cold turkey. The long half life rapidly diminishes in a few days, she called it a "tapering effect". I swear, unless I can intimidate and dominate them or seduce/charm/manipulate them I'd prefer to never meet with another female psychiatrist again. Had brain zaps and it was after that that I began developing agoraphobia and anthropophobia to such an extreme extent.
Your first impression wasn't so far off, though it might be said I'm not living up to that potential right now. I'm not really in a position to be experimenting with my neurochemistry (outside of a few obviously safe agents) or I'd consider Nardil.
I also had brain zaps, years ago while coming off of Lexapro. Oddly enough, I've gotten them all my life but only when I'm being mischievous. Something about sneaking and scheming makes an electrical storm in my fucking head. -
2017-05-04 at 9:54 PM UTC in Just got out of the ERnobody gives a shit
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2017-04-30 at 6:49 PM UTC in fucking psychiatristsThey think the M.D. gives them license to discern reality from falsehood, labeling patients with unusual thinking or unfounded beliefs as delusional when they may have just fallen down the wrong epistemological hole. When will religion be regarded as delusion, or climate change denial?
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2017-04-25 at 8:20 PM UTC in What kind of coffee do you guys drink?Coffee is like wine, in that it tells a story about the place it comes from. Roasting it well is an art: the roaster has to understand the chemical composition of the beans and make intelligent choices that bring their natural flavors to the foreground of your palette. When you buy properly made coffee (not whatever Starbucks has scorched and distilled for the masses) it's a totally different experience. For me, this is an everyday learning process, but even if you just care about your coffee once in a while, it can be very rewarding.
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2017-04-21 at 8:57 PM UTC in What kind of coffee do you guys drink?
Originally posted by Fox Paws Do you grow the beans yourself or some shit
No, the uniqueness of coffee depends on climate and soil conditions and the midwest would make really shitty coffee. I roast beans from around the world through a distributor so that I can taste the coffees produced by different regions. It's kind of like wine, in the sense that its taste is highly dependent on both the source and on the process used to develop it. -
2017-04-13 at 6:56 PM UTC in Who's the most degenerate person you ever met?When I was in high school I went off campus during lunch one day with some friends to smoke cigarettes. We were doing this behind a Burger King when we were approached by a young and somewhat handsome looking homeless man. He looked to be about mid-twenties, with shoulder-length hair and a classic hobo stick. He asked me for a cigarette and I gave him one, which he repaid in weed unexpectedly. Then he asked me if I thought people could fly, and I said obviously no. He produced from his hobo pack a small tapestry that he said he stole from a museum, which depicted a man communing with a birdlike deity, I think Horus from the artistic style and surrounding hieroglyphs. He insisted that it's deciphering would contain the secret to human flight. My friend told the school resource officer about him, who notified the local police. They picked him up and we were commended on our decision by the dean because this guy was wanted in multiple states for a crime we were not told. Anyway, now my friend is 300 pounds and looks like shit. Easily the most degenerate person I've ever met.
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2015-06-24 at 5:32 PM UTC in Update on my dick piercingSo you may recall that I posted a thread about my apadravya on RDFRN - it was seven months ago and I thought I'd fill you in on my experience since. Anyway, it's healed up quite nicely for a transurethral piercing. My new girl thinks it's really cool. I wouldn't way it makes sex so much better on its own, but it does seem to hit the right spot with its placement. I've shortened it down to more snug fit.
Now for the really good part: a couple days ago I was at the gym when the barbell came undone in my shorts. I didn't notice until I got home and hopped in the shower, and by that time it had closed up. I thought about calling my piercer and explaining what had happened, but I knew that re-piercing scar tissue is an ill advised procedure. I refused to accept it. My cock had endured too much for me to throw it all away now. I went and got another barbell, a longer barbell, clenched my teeth and got down to the dirty work of shoving that rod through my closed up dick hole.
The pain was horrible, as the 8 gauge hole had almost entirely sealed. I had to break a layer of skin just to get the metal back in, and then I was tasked with forcing it through the needle-thin pathway left behind after my jedielry had come out. Finally I had gotten it maybe a millimeter through my shaft when my vision grew spotty, my head lightened and I fainted. When I woke up I was still hurting badly, so I staggered to the bathroom sink and took a few handfuls of water into my mouth, grabbed a protein bar in lieu of missing glucose tablets and got back to work. Eventually I worked it through the shaft forcing it top-down, but the exit hole had closed up too much and I knew I'd have to tear some flesh getting it all the way through. Imagine shoving a pencil - just a little too large - through one of the ring holes on a piece of college ruled notebook paper. It was a lot like that.
So I finished the job and made it to work a 1/2 hour late. TL;DR: dick piercing came out, I forced it the fuck back through. It's still pretty sore but the healing process goes on. -
2017-04-13 at 6:59 PM UTC in How do you perceive your posting style?You two scumbags gtfo of my thread before you stink it up like you always do. If there's one thing that needs to happen for this community it's for you losers to get lost
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2016-12-17 at 8:57 PM UTC in The X-FilesI rewatch the series a couple times a year, but usually I just select the episodes which lend themselves to the central, overarching plot. This must be the dozenth time I did so, except I let Netflix run through it like normal instead of picking specific episodes and I realized I'm missing some well-written character development and good humor. I love everything about this show, except the unintended racism, which I cannot rationalize.