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Cake day: February 26th, 2025

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  • It’s not easy.

    Don’t smoke, don’t drink, don’t use recreational drugs.

    No sugar, no processed foods. Make all your own meals from the freshest ingredients you can afford, mostly vegetables. Food is not entertainment, food is not reward.

    Avoid antibiotics in your cleaning products and food, so when you need them to save your life, they work better.

    Exercise, move, get up off your ass.

    Pay attention to your body, don’t avoid doctors because you don’t want bad news. The longer you wait, the worse it gets. The older you get, the more issues you have. Doing the previous things above, makes this part much easier.

    Put yourself first, if you don’t take care of yourself, you can’t take care of anyone else.


  • I was late to the Flat Earth thing, I assumed it started as satire for a couple of years after hearing about it, but didn’t pay it any attention. I was disappointed to learn that it was not satire, and too many (more than zero) believed it was true.

    On the upside, I suppose, I now am more aware of just how fucking stupid people can be, and that’s good. Gotta keep your guard up when meeting new people, ya never know, ya know?










  • The other night, I saw a weird spider on the bathroom mat while I was doing my business. The bathroom was lit only by a night light, so I could barely make it out. It was larger than our usual resident spiders, and writhing around like I had stepped on it and hurt it. I finished, stood up, and turned the light on to see the spider better. It wasn’t there. Apparently, spider hallucinations are common.

    Several years ago now, I was talking to my girlfriend at the time about an argument we’d had about a week earlier. She listened for a minute and then said, “We never argued about that, where were we?” I told her we were in my car in my garage. She’d not been to my house up to that point. I realized I had dreamt it, but I completely and fully believed it was a real memory, but it simply could not have been. I freaked out for a few days when I read that people often confuse dreams for real memories. I now question which other of my memories are just past dreams. Why would trust any of my memories now, when any number of them might just be old dreams?