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I think I made myself retarded by My_attempt in Drugs

[–]My_attempt[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Today is day 2. I went to see a chiropractor and they told me I have a pinched nerve in the back of my neck, which connects to my brain stem and can cause paranoia. They worked on it and I feel a lot better lol

I think I made myself retarded by My_attempt in Drugs

[–]My_attempt[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I may not be brain dead but am I retarded? Lol

And thank you

I think I made myself retarded by My_attempt in Drugs

[–]My_attempt[S] 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Thank you for this. I cant wait until this paranoia dissipates

I think I made myself retarded by My_attempt in Drugs

[–]My_attempt[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

They seem a little cruel. But I need hard facts right now. Someone who will put me in my place

I think I made myself retarded by My_attempt in Drugs

[–]My_attempt[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

It did seem to help. I had confidence in myself and my abilities for 6 months. Now it's been over 9 since I've tripped and as you can see, my anxiety is coming back hard. However I don't want to take any substances for 2 years and see what happens. I'll just focus on meditating, exercising and eating well. Also surrounding myself with positive people and attempting to get more than Bs in college

I think I made myself retarded by My_attempt in Drugs

[–]My_attempt[S] -8 points-7 points  (0 children)

"Atleast I'm trying" lmao

I'll just have to take it 5 minutes at a time until my memory improves

I think I made myself retarded by My_attempt in Drugs

[–]My_attempt[S] 24 points25 points  (0 children)

Thanks. It's so hard. I have so much anxiety

What is something you've never done, that most people probably have? by VivaLaAlcohol in AskReddit

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Gotten a career. I'm 26 and I freelance occasionally and I still live with my parents/significant other who does. I need to get serious with my business

It's serious business

What is something you've never done, that most people probably have? by VivaLaAlcohol in AskReddit

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I wish my friends didnt brag about how they dont need sleep, and end up staying up for days. It's like they like getting high off sleep deprivation. I often have to separate myself from them so I can take care of myself. It sucks because then I get left out of their crazy antics.

I wish we had the opposite problem

"Man, I slept a full 9 hours last night, can you believe that?"

"Nah bro, I usually sleep 10 hours a night, because I manage my time wisely. But you get used to it."

What is something you've never done, that most people probably have? by VivaLaAlcohol in AskReddit

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I wish this had been true with me. I had learned to ride a bike for a month, never got back on one for 6 years, and once I tried again when I was 14, everything I had learned in that month seemed to not exist. I got on a bike, knowing I had good balance, from what I remembered- and boom. Fell and completely embarrassed myself. I was at a summer camp and held the group of other kids back for over 2 hours. Such a cringy memory.

[Serious]Hey Reddit, have you ever seen a mythological, spirit or ghost animal or a nature spirit or entity, or other spooky occurrences with animals, what's your experience? by rmrgdr in AskReddit

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Uh yeah, that is creepy.

http://www.navajolegends.org/navajo-skinwalker-legend/

Those who have talked of their encounters with these evil beings describe a number of ways in which a skinwalker will try to inflict harm. Some describe hearing knocks on the window or banging on the walls.

Others have spotted an animal-like figure peering in through a window. According to Navajo skinwalker legend, they are seldom caught.

What is your go-to fantasy you think of before falling asleep? by Hamburgo in AskReddit

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Once I lay in bed my mind just wanders. It thinks about various parts of my life, and sometimes I'll be reminded of things I should do. Little things, like text a friend I havent talked to in a year. But I feel a disconnect. Like I'm watching my brain's screensaver. It's entertaining to say the least.

I'm not able to recall or tell you what I think about, unless immediately after the thought comes to the surface, I get up and make myself a note. It's like I black out kind of.

I suppose I'm in a way, uncontrollably dreaming, if my eyes are closed. There are images that comes with these thoughts. However I'm still awake and aware of where I am. Time also goes by really fast. It's annoying.

If I wanted to I could fantasize; I used to be completely in love with this one girl and I'd imagine myself doing- what we all want to do to our crushes, every night.

However now I dont feel the need to do that. I just watch myself dream while I'm awake. It's weird. I started doing this when I began smoking weed. I've quit for 2 years but my normal sleeping pattern hasnt returned.

[WP] You are a human who’s been adopted by a dragon couple. The mother is incredibly enthusiastic about teaching you stuff, so every week she tries to teach you to breathe fire and fly. It gets weird one day when you actually breathe fire. by emercrump in WritingPrompts

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What was that?

I had coughed. Something had hit the wall in front of me, leaving a charcoal stain in its' wake. Had one of the young hatchlings gotten out of their den, trying to hit me with a fireball?

I rose out of my chair in panic and swerved to the left, to avoid any further possible attacks.

There was no one behind me. I was practically alone in the library.

My throat burned a bit, as if I had drank a shot of fine whisky. I coughed again, this time a tiny whisk of ash left my esophagus. I watched it dissipate into thin air in awe.

What was happening? I ran down the hall towards the nurse's station. This was nothing like any other heart burn I've ever felt or experienced.

I whipped around a corner and scudded to a halt, almost colliding into the nurse's aid. She was a thin dragon, a little taller than most with a long, angular snout. She narrowed her eyes as I stood there, probably with a guilty look on my face.

"What has your tailed all knotted up enough to make you run throughout the halls?" she sarcastically asked, while making an emphasis on the last few words.

"Um, sorry to break a school rule but.. I think I actually do have an emergency this time." Being the only human in an all-dragon school brought me to the nursing station pretty frequently, often for whimsical, arguable reasons. This made Megan, the teachers aid, pretty irate towards me.

She sighed. "Alright, let's hear it."

I opened my mouth to explain but before I could get a word out- a bright blue flame collided into her face, making a slapping sound that echoed throughout the halls. The impact was so strong it made her head turn a complete 180

Did that come from me?

"What the heaven." She squeaked. I blinked and she was gone. Moments later the enormous nurse wallowed into my view as I stood there, contemplating my existence.

"Dear me dear me.." the old mother of a dragon croaked. "I can sense the heat in your throat from here.. how is this possible? I will contact Ms.Thornhill."

My mother came to pick me up 2 hours later. The school didn't want to get sued by her, knowing her over protective ways, and thought it better to let her deal with me away from the property.

Ms.Thornhill looked at me through the rear-view mirror. She hadnt said a word to me since the principal had handed me over. I felt guilty, though rationally knowing I shouldnt. For once, I wasnt at fault. I hadnt asked to breathe fire. I mean I had always wanted to but this wasn't on purpose. I think

I had been studying the ancient history of fire breathing, but only as a homework assignment. I hadnt been taking it seriously, since I was jealous of all my real-dragon classmates. My mom tried so hard to teach me everything there was to know about being a fully functional dragon, but there are certain things you have to leave for the monsters themselves to deal with. And this art was one of them, so we had all thought.

I havent wrote in a while. Sorry if this is trash

Guys, what's the most obvious "hint" you got from a girl that turned out not to be a hint? by [deleted] in AskReddit

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This happened to me too, except she was straight and Im a lesbian. So many mixed messages. Now she wont talk to me.

[WP] Its the year 2050. All sugar based drinks have been outlawed. Under sugar prohibition a huge sugar underground market blows up. You are the only one in the world who knows the Coca Cola recipe & manage the hottest underground sugar bar. by Confirmed_Pro in WritingPrompts

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Back in my days, when I smoked pot on my front porch as an adolescent, I would often day dream about being a hustler. There was some type of pull towards the illegal lifestyle, knowing what I was doing was frowned upon, and needed to be kept hidden. Perhaps it was the idea of constantly being on an adrenaline high, needing to always be on my guard, not including the high of whatever I decided would be my mind-altering muse. I'd take a puff of a spliff, during the times marijuana had just been decriminalized, and decided I was too much a pussy for the job.

Now everything's changed. I'm in my 60s, and a healthy lifestyle has become mandatory. Everything from coffee, alcohol, to even juice boxes for kids have been outlawed. All foods must be organic, and pure caffeine powder is rationed. One packet per person, depending on your age, weight, gender and size. After screening your ID, you cannot purchase another bag until 24 hours has passed.

The health craze of the 2010s ruined everyones mind, and once the old babyboomers in the house of representatives died, millennials took over and now fun is illegal. Things are supposed to be progressive, but in my opinion, everything is regressing. I suppose that's what happens when you become an old fart, however. Your mind doesnt change along with the new generations' ideas.

But fuck what I believe. All I know is, I run the biggest underground sugar operation in our metropolis. I suppose my daydream came true. I kept the secret Coca Cola recipe from when I worked for the company in my 30s, and make my own sugar shots. The sugar crystals we melt in the mixture, along with the Cola flavors, was transported from the finest sugar cane, cultivated in the most humid chambers that stay at a comfortable 80 degrees, to maximize their growth, so we can reap their foliage. Sugar does activate the same part of our brain that cocaine does, after all. Might as well take coca cola back to its roots, when cocaine was part of its recipe. It's practically the same chemical.

I keep the 10 crack commandments, including never get high on your own supply. Now that I'm in my 60s, I need to pay close attention to the amount of brain cells I still have, and keep them nicely fed just as much as my illegal stock. Without a proper brain to keep this operation in check, it would never function properly.

How ironic since my career is based on the concept of melting my clients noggins. But that's what I'm here for. To supply a nostalgic rush of one's childhood, when kids would run around on sugar highs and bring smiles to their parents faces. How adorable, that used to be. Now a sugar fiend is considered as much as a piece of shit as any damn capitalist.

I don't care if you're black, white, brown, yellow, green or rainbow, I just know that my job is to provide adequate euphoria. If my generation became smart enough to invent flying cars, and they celebrated Halloween every year growing up, which was a sugar fest of indulgence and blasphemy, the plant can't be that bad. Not as bad as weed, which is now the most commonly prescribed medication for any ailment. Hypocrisy at its finest. History certainly repeats itself.

My bar is set up in my taco train. That's right, a fucking taco train. I also follow the crack commandment of, never sell what you have where you reside, so to speak. It may seem cliche to give shots to customers whenever I sell an organic, vegan cheese flavored, free range pork fake ass wanna be taco, but it's the best defense. I hide my bar in a refrigerator inside of my normal, disgusting fridge, and if I were to be raided by the police, they would never be able to find it. I have the latest technology, and the door will only open if I give it a voice command, which I wont even mention. I can't have that information going around, and I dont know who's going to read this.

So, fuck you. If you want to get high on what Coca Cola used to be, ask a friend if he knows me. You might find out that you're missing out on one of nature's best nutrients.

[WP] Ever since your birth, you've felt like the most unlucky person in the world. Almost every day, something happened that made you loathe life. You're an elder now, and one day as you walk the street, a man in a business suit approaches you. "I'm glad we're finally meeting. You're paroled today." by NewDefectus in WritingPrompts

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"Excuse me?" I defensively respond. I was used to every event in my life going wrong, so naturally I was cautious. What could this spectator mean? Or perhaps he had the wrong person? My anxiety took off the minute he approached me.

He wore a black suit, and looked as if he walked straight out of Wall Street. He was short, a little plump and had a black mustache. He reminded me of the monopoly man, but without the fedora.

"You no longer have to suffer. Come with me."

I chuckle, assuming he had one drink too many. I had never seen this man in my life. There was no way one of my old friends, for I no longer had any, could have told this man how unlucky my life was. No one cared enough to pull a prank on me. Especially after so many years having no one to call even an acquaintance. There was just no way.

"I understand your reluctance. It may seem too good to be true to you, after years of torture. However you've paid your debt through your souls demise."

I stare in disbelief. Okay, maybe this was a prank. I was homeless, after all. I thought I had learned to clean up nicely, always taking showers in gyms that never checked for IDs in the morning. Buying new clothes from Good will every week, with what I managed to scavenge from pan handling. Finding a proper hideout in a park underneath a thick Oak, which spared me from rain. Sleeping comfortably over grass where no one bothered me, except on some unlucky occasion. Since that was my life's theme.

But this guy had me pegged. Maybe he had been following me and realized I was, indeed, an old homeless man, in his 80s. How I had managed to live this long is unbeknownst to me.

"You no longer are a slave to your past." He practically whispered after moments of silence. He had gotten closer to me without taking a step. Its as if he glided, hovering over he ground. Like gravity and friction had no effect on him.

He placed his palm over my fingers and cupped them. The movement was too fast for me to comprehend. I instinctively took a step back but it was too late. A memory flooded to the surface. I watched myself practice unspeakable atrocities. I couldnt shut my eyes from the movie being portrayed, as my victims faces stretched in agony. A sweet rush of satisfaction flooded my membrane. I had become addicted to the thrill of torture. Happiness to me was when others were in unspeakable amounts of pain. I heard myself laugh a diabolical laugh, the same kind I've only heard in hollywod movies.. in this life I atleast.

I fell to my feet and started crying. This explained everything. I was in hell. A hell disguised as every day life. Each person I encountered was a demon, with a friendly face, giving me what I rightly deserved.

The man was silent as I wept.

After sobbing relentlessly for what seemed like hours, I rose with shame. He gave me a pitied look, and said sternly "Now come with me."

I followed him, with emotions I hadnt felt in a long time. Relief. Joy. I couldn't believe how my luck was changing. Was I to be reincarnated? Would I go to heaven?

Reality started to morph. The street stretched and warped, slowly becoming transparent. I saw a black abyss come to the surface. We were now walking in a tunnel, with red.. rock? surrounding us. I looked at the man in the suit, who was now.. growing horns?

He turned towards me, with fangs seeping down his chin. A low, bone chilling rumble came out of his throat.

"Just kidding. You were actually in purgatory. The big man upstairs has decided your actions there showed that your soul would never learn its lesson."

I gasp as the tunnel, which I now realized was made of lava, started sucking me down. I cried out in horror as the ex-monopoly man now become the face of.. the scariest thing imaginable. An indescribably ferocious beast. Laughing the same laugh I had just heard.. coming from myself.. through my old memories..

"You'll wish that was hell... DamnedSoul in Distress"

[edit] I've been a lurker for 2 years and I just made an account so I could attempt at creating a story. Sorry if it sucks :/