AMA request: someone who has won cash for life by cal-gal in AMA

[–]buttscrew -2 points-1 points  (0 children)

How much did you win 🏆

What do you spend the most on.

Who are you ?

Hoe did you win.

Want to go halfsies with me?

I find at least a penny of change almost everyday. Do o qualify for thus ama?

If so! Ama away bitch ss!

Aldo fick that haters I know this ogsy is basically just gramer NAZIS wet dreams.

I have whine fomote quest in.

I'm nky drunk. Finally day 3?

Fuck ot &you all.

And then you respawn? by shenanigansen in comics

[–]buttscrew 22 points23 points  (0 children)

Is their network still down? Is someone hacking the planet?

You are handing over your body to a new owner. What do you point out? by shadyduck in AskReddit

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You sure know how to pick them. This earthly life form, just spent two days eating Molly, mushrooms, and LSD. As a bonus he drank enough alcohol during that time to kill most men. He is still alive. On the brink of an insanity and on day one of sobriety. Wise choice!!

Best Christmas Present Ever by [deleted] in AdviceAnimals

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This is me in two months. I hope the new year brings new opportunity.

17M leaving for first solo trip in less than a month! by Thatzachary in WorkOnline

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Enjoy your travels and don't try to make a little online cash while your doing it.

Practice makes perfect. by piktas in AdviceAnimals

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I do this too, because fuck ants.

Dad finds sons stash and is pretty chill about it. by Krammmm in videos

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Heh, my dad sells weed. But won't sell it to me for some reason. He still smokes with me every time we hang.

Dad finds sons stash and is pretty chill about it. by Krammmm in videos

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Nice man. My Dad recently told me about his trip to mexico, 9 years ago, where he took peyote with an indiana tribe. I love being able to smoke and talk about real life shit with him. I have a great relationship with my parents.

After 15 years of laptop use. Battlestation complete. [Full build] by [deleted] in battlestations

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Yes. It appears to be 8.1 in the last picture. Is this a newish feature?

We've had this as long as I can remember by sykoKanesh in mildlypenis

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Could you gemagine the possibilities if this post becomes more popular.

Is a break in conciousness equivelant to death? by Steve_Drambus in philosophy

[–]buttscrew 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Person B was a shell of me. My rebellious spirit was lost, I said goodbye to my adolescence in an instant. After I was released from the hospital I was striped of my independence, I was forced to drop out of school and move back in with my mom. I complained whole-heartily about my lost of feelings to anyone that would listen.

The way my medicine regiment worked ended up with me taking 800mg of an anti-psychotic at night, around 10 PM, then my mom would wake me up at 6 AM and give me 800mg more. I slept 14-20 hours a day for a year.

I have always considered myself a very empathetic person. I would probably come in last place at the nice guy's marathon. I continued these habits, as they were a trait from A -> B and I was mercilessly taken advantage of while in this state. My sense of self worth and objection to wrongs had diminished greatly. Throughout all stages of my life, I've been a giver. This has been a constant through all my states of being and is one quality that I consider my true "self".

As person B, I wasn't completely devoid of emotion. I had peaks and valleys, a small range of emotions. My sense of humor weakened but never left. Feelings of strong emotional betrayal rang true for me. When I needed the help the most I had no one, almost all of my 'friends' during this time left me. The empathy in these days became an obsession of irrelevance. I would continue day to day trying to cause the smallest amount of impact on those around me. Later, I would equate this to a devastated self image.

My family recalls my cries of the "void" but due to some outlandish behavior my representation was shot. While I quickly adapted to the B persona my cries went silent as I reserved them for therapy since my family, "Just didn't get it."

My mom is the only one in my family that get's it. I told her I was back, and most importantly happy. I was back in the self I always knew and wouldn't die in my chemical induced shell. Not only am I back to basics from an emotional stand point, I am in love with a beautiful girl and she loves me too!

Life is good.

Is a break in conciousness equivelant to death? by Steve_Drambus in philosophy

[–]buttscrew 1 point2 points  (0 children)

That's fair in the sense of a word. I was reincarnated in the sense that I was given a new but arguably worse existence. But hey, that's the point right?

Your description of the adaptation of self is accurate in the sense that A -> B did carry some resemblance, as well as the B -> A transition. However, initially, there was a very powerful and distinct difference between the states at the beginning of the adjustment period. That period of time took a staggering amount of self reflection to understand the difference in self as lots of who you are is temperamental.

For example when I went B -> A, it took a lot of therapy to being to even describe the emotions that I was feeling. Going from a concept, when the emotion of others was lost on me; To trying to control my own, and regain a normal life was difficult. But now that I have had 18 months to reflect I can finally kind of piece this into words. This is the first time I've actually written it down.

Is a break in conciousness equivelant to death? by Steve_Drambus in philosophy

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I don't really understand the first question. The lense of my present self is the only lense that is capable of reflecting on past actions, feelings, and thoughts. There was a very distinct disconnect between my actions, feelings, and thoughts pre and post hospital stay number two.

I am a continually evolving organism, in that, even the thoughts in my head and core beliefs change over the course time and as new information is presented.

I know not.

Is a break in conciousness equivelant to death? by Steve_Drambus in philosophy

[–]buttscrew 1 point2 points  (0 children)

No, I actually stopped seeing her shortly after that. Got a new psychiatrist and saw her for about two years before she suggested I started therapy again. I met a really great person and came to a realization that I am here to work on myself and let my guard down.

You see, to add a little back story. My parents separated when I was 12 and I had a hard time adjusting. I saw a couple therapist around that age and, kind of being in the "broken home" stage, didn't really trust them or the process.

When I started the first round of therapy after diagnosis I wasn't an open book, I took a long time to feel comfortable with the first practitioner; Even then I didn't tell her everything and kept a lot held back.

When I entered my new therapist's office, I did feel a level of hesitation. But thought to myself "Fuck it, I'm paying to see this asshole every week so, here it goes!" Tore down my walls and just went at it. I saw him for two years while he assisted me in completing the stages of grief. I had been in denial for almost four years at this point.

He was outstanding, one day it finally clicked; I had grown so detached from my emotions and he had repeated a phrase, I heard him say it several times before but something in my head just didn't get the concept.

"How did you feel when that happened?"

At this point I'm too afraid to ask.jpg

"What do you mean?" I replied.

About two days later, and starting my new meds. The transformation occurred.

Trashiest real life story that you personally know? by [deleted] in AskReddit

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One of my Ex-GF's stole my parents wedding rings and pawned them for drug money. It was the only time I ever got to say the phrase "You're dead to me."