john newman said:If you're looking for someone who's mentally compatible, that usually means you have to sacrifice your standards elsewhere.

If you're hunting for someone jacked, ripped, and packing twenty-five inches, you might as well just apply to work at Brazzers online. Or if you hang out on forums full of guys trying to quit porn, where does that leave you? It’s a catch-22.

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darksurfer4 said:Or maybe just find a friend who lives for making everything totally Taboo and messing with people's heads.😁

darksurfer4, what do you all think about Novocoviek's advice?

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Reddit: Only for the real psychos in Off-topic · Jan 25, 2021

absolutely

Is the ability to imagine just wonderful? Truly a gift from above. But here’s the kicker: depending on luck or fate—and maybe some folks are just naturally more gifted at this than the rest of us—can an ego, acting purely for its own sake under the guise of "doing good for everyone," actually reshape reality? Can we nudge the margins of collective existence, shifting the goalposts so that what was once one thing becomes something entirely different for everyone involved? It’s wild to think about. And no, survival isn't even part of the equation. That would just be the safety net for the "little people"—not trying to insult anyone here, really, just talking about those who can only imagine being something they aren't, like worms scavenging through a reality dreamed up by actual dreamers.

A dog can't take a feeling or a whim and turn it into a concept like eugenics or pure racial theory. Not yet, anyway. And a worm can't exactly isolate a specific atom to find the void where things seem to be missing. Are we all just programmed for "greatness"? In > terms? For all of us—where every single one of us is just a tiny fragment of the same "us," yet eternally an individual? Or maybe, just maybe—and time is such a weird thing, if it even moves linearly, but let's not overcomplicate things—a dog, a rat, or a worm might eventually get the chance to model reality through the sheer force of their imagination. Picture a mutant, maybe? A person with the head of a cat, a dog, a pig, or a fish. They wouldn't be a person with a certain head; they'd just be that creature inhabiting a human body. It all depends on how imaginative the creator is, or however precisely that "divine" force programmed everything—including our incredibly selfish genes, our DNA, our intellect... it's all a bit messy when you look at it through the lens of the pelvic floor, isn't it?

Just like humans, we don't necessarily change the world through big actions, but through our thoughts—those internal ideas we're handed to use. Some people are born with the best diapers in the store, while others are just walking mathematical paradoxes. We are all programmed by the same selfish gene, yet we are all so uniquely different because of that very same gene. Is there something else out there? Something beyond chemistry, math, physics, or psychology?

In this comparative way of existing, does everything need a positive and a negative? Does every great masterpiece, every essential person, every massive tragedy have to have both sides to actually make sense? Unless, of course, someone just worships chaos and nonsense as their own personal sense of purpose. You need a starting point, right? Any kind of will or projection of the self requires some kind of practical action that guarantees—regardless of the concept of "we"—that reality always remains strictly about "me."

That goes for our own lives, too. Life has to mean something. But how do you compare a life that hasn't been fully lived to anything else? Do we assign it a meaning just so we have some sense of direction? Should we be total jerks, or pillars of morality? Should we sacrifice ourselves for the "do no harm" principle, even if it hurts us? Being a pushover? It’s easy to die—that’s really the only thing we all truly have in common, though it's mostly just a concept for the living. We just need to *be*. To exist exactly as we were destined to within the collective, without too many deviations. To be precise, correct, and consistent... to live a life that is fundamentally meaningful.

So, long ago, humans decided to celebrate death. The state of being without life. It’s a symbol of our five minutes of glory—our fleeting, tiny, trivial moment passing under the stars. Yet, at the exact same time, man is the one who is "gifted" enough to express his occult self and change reality. "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." But you're not, silly.

What kind of unprecedented power or ability—something unseen even in the animal kingdom—is being practiced here? How does it work? Is it through some sort of sacrifice of one's own life when they're sick or feverish, or maybe through manifesting some occult version of themselves while hunting for a cure for death? Because let's face it: death is the ultimate enemy. People praise it for making life feel finite, like it’s a "one-time-only deal with no heaven waiting above," so we try to pack every possible experience into this "celebration of life." But does any of that actually serve anyone? It feels like we're just spinning our wheels. Anyway, total tangent there. LOL.

What if we didn't just live day by day, but lived every single moment as if it were a preordained event? One moment you're hitting the jackpot on a scratcher, the next you're facing a chronic illness, or maybe you're welcoming a newborn. Just living moment by moment, because that's the only "real" way to exist, right? And when death finally arrives—if it even does (maybe someone just gets an aneurysm in their sleep without ever knowing it happened)—it's just a conceptual Wu Wei. Like a circle of nothingness that defines the Yin and Yang. Those forces only really mean something when they're contained within that void, giving us a frame to observe them.

And isn't death also just the conceptual frame for life itself? Think about it. Without the possibility of dying, wouldn't all that effort—all the emotional labor of trying to manifest ourselves into this material reality—just become diluted into nothingness after a while? Can you even imagine how terrifyingly empty that would be?

Maybe we have to be like a vampire, driven by the necessity of sucking life from others, yet somehow blessed by the certainty that we will eventually die. If someone fails at dying—if they just keep existing indefinitely without the peace that comes with an end—then that constant "sucking" is just pure survival. It becomes a cycle of filth for eternal indulgence, creating something truly Hell-ish. Without death to offer that comforting thought, "this too shall pass," wouldn't everything just lose its substance?

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Reddit: Only for the real psychos in Off-topic · Jan 25, 2021

Nicholas Gonzalez8 said:I’ve struggled with focus and memory my whole life. Back in school, I used to write down every single little thing my teachers said. Honestly, I still do that today. For instance, my parents will tell me something I need to do, and I just... forget. Sometimes I'll go to say one word and a completely different one comes out instead. I have a hard time remembering faces, names, numbers, or even small details about people I just met. Occasionally, I’ll forget what I said or did just a few seconds or minutes ago. Plus, getting my bearings in new situations takes forever. My reaction is either non-existent, super rushed and messy, or just way too slow. That said, if I'm given enough time, I can usually come up with better solutions than most people.

I know being on the computer messes with my concentration, and I spend most of my time at home in front of a screen. Except for those days when I actually have stuff to do outside. I used to be big into PC gaming and binge-watching movies, but over the last year, none of that really appeals to me anymore. Now, I mostly use the computer for reading, writing, and listening to music on the side. I love it, though, and I don't want to give that up. I mean, there are people who work 7 or 8 hours a day on a computer and function perfectly fine, right?

I also try to stay present in the moment—you know, being mindful of every thought, emotion, and action. There are times and days where I nail it. But then there are plenty of days where nothing goes right, no matter how much I want it to. Everything else in my life is more than okay, though.

What else do you guys think affects concentration and memory? Any tips on how to fix them? Does anyone else deal with this, and how do you handle it? I've already searched Google, but I'm really curious to hear your personal takes.

fix it with vision {and energy}

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Reddit: Only for the real psychos in Off-topic · Jan 25, 2021

So, there’s this dad taking his little girl to the barbershop. She mentions she’s starving, so he grabs her a slice of pizza on the way. Once they get to the shop, Dad sits down and tells the barber, "Give me a clean shave and buzz my head bald." Meanwhile, the kid is just demolishing that pizza, standing right next to him with this totally Shocked look on her face. The barber looks at her and jokes, "Watch out, kid, you might end up with hair growing on that pizza!" And she just hits him back with, "I know! My boobs are already growing!!"

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Reddit: Only for the real psychos in Off-topic · Jan 25, 2021

Carl Rivera43 said:birthday stuff {just thinking about birthdays

Carl Rivera43 said:birthday

Back on January 25th, 1938, people actually saw the Northern Lights over all of America—even way down south! Can you imagine? That happened during the night of the 25th heading into the 26th.

And then there's the day Toše Proeski was born in 1981.