Posts by ironrider11

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Nicholas Bailey3 said:Sounds a bit like alternative medicine to me

Which is totally fine. Except maybe when it hits your wallet—if you can afford to take a hit to your bank account for the sake of health (which should always be the priority and is priceless), then whatever. It’s NOT okay when "alternative medicine" turns into some "horse dewormer" bullshit. I mean medicine that isn't actually medicine, just straight-up disinformation meant to cause harm... not just draining a sick person's cash, but actively tanking health on an individual and even a community level. And look, health is priceless. It has to come first, during everything, and even after it's all over...

It’s kind of hard to say if there's actually been enough research done—depending on who you ask and how much digging you want to do into the conflicting studies about long-term benefits... but you're looking at an initial brain assessment for around $833, followed by individual Neurofeedback sessions that usually run about $100, or maybe $150–$83 for kids. Honestly, if you're talking about health, nothing else really matters...

wiredviper52 said:I doubt women would be quite so tense around me then! 😢

Why not? If an athlete decides to switch teams, why would women still be on edge? Maybe they'd be even more worked up than before, back when they weren't tied to one specific player... 🤷

Gerald Lopez94 said:Greetings. I have a friend who underwent a total transformation back in 2015—suddenly diagnosed with schizophrenia. When I ask him if there was a specific trigger that set everything in motion, he says no. He’s been a lifelong stoner. His brother passed away in a horrific accident involving the local police department—a notorious case that hit the news a few years back. After that, his other brother also "cracked." Basically, he started using meth around the clock, driven by this desperate need to avenge his brother at any cost. But mind you, all of this—the death, the trauma—happened later. It wasn't the trigger. He claims he just woke up different. He walked outside near a crowded coffee shop, heard voices, and became convinced everyone was talking about him. He went home, and then three old ladies were gossiping about him right after he left. For that, too, he says, "Yeah, I was tripping." He grabbed an axe and headed back to the cafe to smash everything. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but he ended up in the psych ward. He was discharged with a diagnosis and a cocktail of meds: one yellow pill, two 5mg Diazepam in the morning and evening—which makes zero sense to me, though I'm no expert—plus Ryspolex. They had him on Haldol once, but they pulled it because things actually got worse. Now, he hasn't heard those voices since, but he isn't okay. I've known him since we were kids; we practically grew up on the streets. Our childhoods were messed up, just like his and my brother's, just in different ways. Nowadays, he rants constantly about extremists, historical figures, and God. He talks about it incessantly. He insists he doesn't want to be on medication anymore. He wants to get off the pills so he can be "normal" and hold down a job. That's his own words. But then, when he stops taking his meds, he starts obsessing over joining Special Forces and avenging his brother again. Then he admits, "Yeah, I'm tripping." He is self-aware enough to know when he's losing it. He doesn't have hallucinations anymore, but there is clearly a disorder present. You can see it. You remember him as a normal, decent guy, and now look at him. Regarding his desire to quit his meds—he keeps mentioning Remar—my question is: can someone actually get off these psychiatric drugs and live a normal life? I successfully got clean from heroin and Xanax, so I'm speaking from experience, even if I'm not a professional. But schizophrenia is a long-term illness. Can you really just "get clean" from it like you can from a substance? Or am I wrong? I read a lot about this, but I can't find any information about a hospital where you go in and suddenly, *poof*, the schizophrenia is gone. Does such a thing even exist? He values my opinion immensely, so I want to know if I should show him proof that it's impossible, or if there's actually hope. Thank you.

Look, there’s no such thing as an instant "poof, I'm cured" fix. That doesn't mean if someone actually *wants* to be functional and live a normal life, they can't get there. It just takes actual, genuine willpower—like, say, actually kicking a drug habit. Until a person truly commits to it, nothing happens. You can't just wish it away. If someone needs medication for a condition, just like a diabetic needs insulin, then yeah, they might need specific meds for the rest of their lives due to their biology. But without that real drive... nothing...

darksurfer4 said:Look, you can't just "leave memories behind," because if you actually did that, they wouldn't be memories anymore. Honestly, everything you're saying sounds like that New Age nonsense pushed by Ana Bučević.

Ever heard of repression? Just wait until dementia gives you a live demonstration of that old-school technique...

Etogac. Sometimes people don't care enough, or they don't care at all—even when it’s blindingly obvious they should—and then suddenly, they start overreacting. It’s like caring is just some kind of weird social experiment...

As someone who actually gets it (and gives a damn), I usually have plenty to say about society, life, and... how this whole mess (the math) is even going to end up...

darksurfer4 said:Hmm, let’s be real: you definitely couldn't run those seminars. Within five minutes, people would be clutching their heads in pure frustration, and I wouldn't be surprised if someone eventually reached out and physically struck another person just to make the noise stop...

So what, does that mean the seminar was a success if it wraps up after five minutes without even getting to the intro? People need to realize that no matter what triggers them or what kind of energy hits them, they’re incredibly reactive. They'll go as far as reaching for someone else's head just to chase a sensation that isn't even real—it's all just stuck in their own minds. Sure, those minds could change if a change is actually needed (assuming someone pays up and signs the waiver, then maybe...), but perhaps it would take physically grabbing them and giving them a little shake using some secret geometric principle of permanent enlightenment... Or maybe not. Except for the few who deal with this stuff for free, driven by reasons only they know... I honestly wonder who would bother doing that. Time is way too precious to waste on "sacrificing yourself for the greater good" when the improvement for everyone else is purely hypothetical... maybe.

briskbison47 said:Look, you innocent soul...
Of course there’s an exchange involved. For instance, you know exactly what you're getting when you offer a woman some comfort. It isn't necessarily a formal contract; it just ends up that way. I give you my ear and a shoulder to lean on, and in return, you... 🙂

It's a completely different story when people use themed threads just to talk about themselves and their own lives. But when someone dealing with similar struggles reads what you wrote, they get that feeling that they aren't actually alone in all of this..

Look, you gotta kill off that naive innocence first. Use some real-world grit to do it. You can't get strong until you stop being so damn soft... If you're lucky enough to actually become bulletproof—just this cold, calculating machine focused on "what's in it for me" and weighing every move against reality—you might think you've mastered everything. You aim for perfection, try to squeeze the margin for error down to basically zero... But then, deep down inside, there’s always that little voice. It starts quiet, then gets louder. That little guy is restless. He craves chaos. He thrives on mess. And honestly? He just wants to feel something... he wants to love. He's a bit of a wreck, really. Because if you don't have something meaningful to chase, if you're just sitting around in total peace... well, they say that kind of emptiness is a playground for pure misery...

Glasić is out here acting like a total lunatic, basically implying—or just straight up trolling—that everything we’ve built, achieved, or even fought for... all our own damn hard work... isn't worth a single cent. Just a useless little nothing... So this guy, who acts all polished, all put-together, all hyper-focused on himself... suddenly finds himself stuck in this massive dilemma. He’s trying to tally up his imaginary net worth after all this time, and he finally realizes something. It’s not that his account is empty... it’s that there is no account. The whole market, the economy, the entire political landscape... it’s all just living in his head... pure fiction. Man really is a creative genius though. A real visionary... his whole universe fits right inside his own ego...

Look, man, at first it’s rough. It hurts. You gotta learn how to just let go, you know? Stop fighting the moment and just ride it... stop trying to exploit the flow when you should just be part of it. What does it even mean to actually be alive? Does anyone actually have an answer for that? Or is it just about not being dead yet? Maybe it’s about finding those tiny, invisible things that most people miss because they aren't naive anymore. Those little moments that only exist in your head. It’s kind of useless, really—this way of constantly shifting who you are to keep up with everyone else, even though we're all just heading toward the same end anyway. We're all just destined to be forgotten. Instead, maybe just focus on the small stuff. The basic joys. Even the messy parts you used to hate but eventually learn to accept just to get by... it's not about "life" in some grand sense. It's just about being present in the now. Whatever... ugh... back to being a kid again....

Sharing problems is pointless—it’s impossible to explain things to someone who’s just stuck on their own little loop... maybe it's just a manufactured feeling that everything isn't actually that deep. Feeling solipsistic, lonely, or just isolated... it's all kind of problematic... right?Instead of obsessing over our own personal problems—which, let’s be honest, are probably already way too much to handle for any one person... maybe...—we should just focus on what we actually have in common. We should be enjoying ourselves. Instead, we spend all our energy playing these games of who gave who more attention, who listened better, who offered a shoulder to cry on, or who shamelessly took more than they gave... just constantly massaging this whole "Oh, woe is me, life is so hard" vibe. It feels kinda pathological. Like an addiction... maybe...

Honestly, being part of this "support group" (or whatever we call this prisoner exchange circle) is actually a blessing. We’re all just here together, crushing and stomping on these sour, rotten grapes... trying to squeeze out some kind of alchemical elixir. It’s for those moments when your own personal "Angst" becomes too much to handle alone—when life hits you so hard you can't even face it solo. A collective gulp of shared pain and struggle works better than any heavy-duty prescription meds. You know, the kind that don't even touch the pain once bone cancer starts snapping everything like dry twigs... those pills just stop working when things get that dark. This way, we share the burden of existence...

If everyone deserves comfort—not just a select few—then maybe there's a way it's meant to happen. If not, then it doesn't happen. Just like a lot of other things in life, it seems pretty straightforward, right?

jadeowl2 said:Audrey Hepburn 🤣.

But honestly, you nailed it. Offering comfort—just like offering love—isn't some transaction where you expect a payout later. And even if there is a "payback," it usually comes from somewhere else entirely, if it shows up at all.

Look, if you’re feeling low and trying to be there for someone else just leaves you feeling drained and bitter, then don't do it. It's not always easy to tell if you can give without subconsciously looking for something in return (I've definitely tricked myself into thinking I could, only to realize I couldn't...), but you get better at reading yourself over time. Can you actually give without wanting something back? That's the big question you have to ask yourself... once you answer that, everything else falls into place.

Personally, I wouldn't call myself much of a shoulder to cry on, but I'm a good listener. Though, when I see someone spinning their wheels in the same mud, making zero effort to actually change anything? That just wears me out. In those cases, I just pivot to a different topic...

Love (just like...) isn't... 😬

darksurfer4 said:If you were actually halfway intelligent—which, let’s face it, you clearly aren't—you wouldn't be asking how to get smarter; you'd be asking how to successfully dumb yourself down. America is basically a playground for the simple-minded, so you really ought to just lean into it and adapt... though I suppose I'm caught in my own little paradox there; I just called you stupid, yet here I am suggesting that one should strive for stupidity. Can someone with an actual functioning brain explain my little logical loop to me?...

Since you seem so advanced, why not start running seminars, workshops, or some intense corporate team-building retreats? Instead of giving away all this deep insight for free on a forum, you could actually make some cash. If nothing else, a little extra money would help solve your "paradox" by letting you live a decent life... you know, actually escaping the daily grind of dealing with all these morons...

briskbison47 said:frozengardener7, just hang on a second regarding all this talk about structure, patience, self-actualization, and "growth." As much sense those concepts might make to you, they honestly don't mean a thing in this context. You say you're changing yourself? What exactly are you changing? Can you actually tell the difference between your true self and the version of you shaped by illness, the version altered by medication, the one driven by loneliness, or the one worn down by pure misery? Who are you to think you can just step in and discipline or reshape your own identity?

Do you ever stop to wonder if, for instance, a desperate need for attention is a core part of your personality, or just a symptom of something entirely external? Are you actually YOU when you're crashing or when you're spiraling?
Are you genuinely in love, or do you just need a tragedy to fuel your personal narrative?

How are you supposed to recognize any actual change if you can't identify what's being changed? If the version of us we'd call "YOU" is buried under the sheer weight of everything that's just a symptom of your life, where is there left to work with?

Ultimately, why not just sit in the silence, clear out the mental clutter, and actually get to know yourself without all the judgment and with an open mind? I don't mean staring at the trash—I mean digging through it to find what's underneath. It might actually be worth it, trust me..

Maybe for some people, the idea of being a janitor—just living a life where you get paid fairly for cleaning up messes—doesn't feel "rewarding" enough. Sure, you can work a steady gig to survive. Any job that pays the bills is fine. But if you have this massive, volcanic eruption of inspiration inside you, you can't just be a professional trash collector. You’ll end up trying to be a part-time actor, a musician, a physicist, a dancer, or a samurai just to feel alive. When that drive finally burns you out, when you realize you can't juggle it all anymore, the exhaustion is gonna hit hard. They'll definitely know they've changed...

Rachel Allen5 said:I’m with you on that. That was my experience too. The only way I finally dealt with the toxic environment at my old firm was by showing some teeth. It doesn't work any other way when you're dealing with people who act like animals... If you don't set boundaries early on, it gets so much harder later. I spent a few years just taking it, until I finally hit a breaking point. Once I snapped, everything changed. Looking back, I wonder why I waited so long... maybe it's just how we're raised, feeling like we have to be compliant and play nice.😵

Maybe for the ones who grew up in systems that demand total obedience, they learned how to push back early on. But even then, there's a downside. After a while, when you're mostly looking out for number one, you stop giving a damn about how anyone else feels. You work to make a living, plain and simple. If things go south—which happens, especially if she's being defiant—and her subordinates are too incompetent or useless to do their jobs, they end up risking her own reputation in this cutthroat corporate world. In those cases, workplace bullying might be the only way to light a fire under them... basically forcing them to wonder if they actually belong in such an aggressive, competitive job market or if they should just quit...

briskbison47 said:Do you honestly think an alcoholic is even aware of how they're acting?

How so? Well, if you practice anything enough, you get pretty damn good at it. I knew this guy back in the nineties—real high-roller type running his own accounting firm. Every single morning, he was the first one at the Starbucks across from the office. Suit, tie, briefcase, perfectly groomed, smelling like expensive cologne... a total gentleman. Honestly, someone you'd want to emulate. But this guy? He’d be shaking like a leaf before he could pour himself his first "fuel." After maybe two shots of whatever he was drinking, the tremors would settle down, and he'd be ready to conquer the corporate world...

He’d top off throughout the day, too. A stressful workday takes its toll. If you weren't paying attention to his little routine, you'd just see a consummate professional staying within the lines. Someone who lives that lifestyle, rituals and all. When you watch him, you aren't just seeing an alcoholic or seeing the booze—it's part of him now. You're seeing his behavior. It's all about how you do it; practice makes perfect, or whatever...

Joseph Bailey41 said:This hits pretty close to home for me. But lately, I’ve been losing more than I win, so I’m starting to lose my motivation.

If you look at growth in stages—whether it's steady or just hit-or-miss—you’re basically stuck in this loop of chasing thrills or just letting opportunities slip by. Eventually, after you realize how much you're losing, you end up settling for a life defined by apathy. It becomes a way to let go of everything you worked so hard to build up. Staying positive about life is easy, even when things suck. Being positive about death? Maybe not so much. But if you can stay positive, anything is possible...

Nathan Peterson11 said:Look, ironrider11—it’s apples and oranges. I’m not talking about extreme cases like "an addict refusing rehab."
If I set my flower pot in one spot, and then my mother moves it somewhere else because she thinks it looks "better" and she's "doing me a favor," 🙂 is she actually helping me? Aside from spiking my blood pressure, no.
Or if I put the laundry rack in the shade where there's a breeze, but my mother-in-law drags it out into the direct sun—if I wanted it in the sun, I would have put it there myself 😵—is she doing me a service?
I’m talking about how people mask power trips by using the excuse of "I just want to help you."
Of course they do!!! ☕

If you’re acting clueless and don't grasp the scale or scope of things, that might be why... like when a mom—who somehow always knows everything even if she acts like she doesn't—sees you putting a potted plant right in the direct sun. You think it's "warming up and growing," but you're actually just frying it through that magnifying glass effect from the double glazing. It dies just like a million other plants before it. Even if the flowers are technically yours, if your mom is a huge plant lover and watches them wither away because of your mistake, you clearly weren't paying attention... The whole universe really does just exist within a single head, I guess. But then again, a head without any interaction isn't really anything at all. It’s a complicated cause-and-effect loop to wrap your brain around. Especially when you're stuck in a geocentric mindset, unable to step outside yourself just to get some fresh air or light a cigarette...

Nathan Peterson11 said:Look, ironrider11—it’s apples and oranges. I’m not talking about extreme cases like "an addict refusing rehab."
If I set my flower pot in one spot, and then my mother moves it somewhere else because she thinks it looks "better" and she's "doing me a favor," 🙂 is she actually helping me? Aside from spiking my blood pressure, no.
Or if I put the laundry rack in the shade where there's a breeze, but my mother-in-law drags it out into the direct sun—if I wanted it in the sun, I would have put it there myself 😵—is she doing me a service?
I’m talking about how people mask power trips by using the excuse of "I just want to help you."
Of course they do!!! ☕

A mother-in-law is just built different... maybe. It’s like comparing two totally different types of female energy—one that’s all about peace and one that’s ready to go to war at a moment's notice. You've got the first mom and then the second mom, both stuck in this weird, intense power struggle over their sons... it's a deeply personal mess... Unlike a biological mom who might constantly doubt her own body's "flaws," a mother-in-law always acts like her own choices are way more perfect than whatever her son picked out for himself...

Every mother-in-law views everything through the lens of her own "messy" kid. If she’s even questioning how much of a disaster her son actually is—especially since he somehow picked a partner who's even more of a wreck than he is just to agree to his ridiculous demands—then she’s clearly operating on a level far beneath any kind of logic. It's just how they work... plus that constant, suffocating jealousy is always lurking in the background, making it impossible to escape...

A kid who used to nurse from you when things were simple, but now grows up and decides to suckle from some random choice... it’s just... it is what it is. You really ought to ask the mother-in-law how that even works. By basically feeding her own flesh and blood to some dimwitted stranger, she’s always just reinforcing his stupidity. She sets the tone by rejecting her own role and picking some helpless loser who can't even take care of herself, let alone look after the man who shares her blood... It's a mess. How do you even walk away from that kind of drain without getting sucked dry until there's nothing left...

Joseph Bailey41 said:Maybe... but if we actually want to get things done, we need some level of organization... if nothing else, just so we have a way to track our own progress. 😁

Yeah, true. Some nonprofit set up to act like a fight club, getting handed all the oversight on those quasi-governmental funds... all while working hand-in-hand with another nonprofit (honestly, that term just sounds like a scam to me) that specializes in "alerting mechanisms" and legal enforcement procedures. Measuring actual productivity? Yeah, not likely...

ironrider11 said:

I don't even know where to start with this one... just total nonsense. ironrider11 says: I think this is gonna be my last post here. I don't really care if the conversation drifts or goes off the rails... that's fine. But once people who don't know what they're talking about start trying to psychoanalyze me, there's really no point in continuing...

Should you push through, or just let yourself get discouraged? It’s a question of mindset. Is it even worth being productive when you hit a wall? Like, you try to force things—maybe out of sheer will, or duty, or whatever... but then you stumble into new territory. Suddenly, you realize there’s this massive, multi-cellular organism already living there. It feeds on the space, claims it as its own, and only shares if it absolutely has to. You're basically stuck trying to figure out the routine—how it moves, what it eats, how it functions. Just poking at the system to see how it breathes. Trying to understand the mechanics of it all, whether by choice, necessity, or maybe just as an experiment in coexistence with something that's incredibly possessive...

Even though this place is just a virtual space, it still feels like some kind of asylum or hospital ward. It’s weirdly packed with hypochondriacs. Everyone here is basically a self-proclaimed expert on every disease, symptom, and drug interaction under the sun. They've all had way too much "experience" dealing with health issues to become such pros at it... honestly, they've put more energy into studying symptoms than actually living their lives. And since nobody lives just for themselves anymore—it's all about being part of a community—they feel the need to dump all that useless knowledge on anyone else within earshot...

It doesn't matter which way this thing veers or if it goes totally off the rails—it’s just a massive, multi-cellular organism swimming through the murky data streams of some digital river. As long as the author, the moderator, or even just the people hanging around are actually willing to listen, we're good. This thread needs to be a place where the collective energy and experience—the actual wisdom—can just be dumped out. Otherwise... resistance is fu... unproductive. One rookie researcher tried to start something new here once, but all that was left was the skeleton of an idea. Just like so many before it, the system ate it alive...

Joseph Bailey41 said:It’s a shame, really. I was actually hoping there were more of us out there... maybe we could even start a club or something. 🕺

Isn't it practically a moral obligation for any true lover of humanity to notice that these "non-profit advocacy clubs, or whatever similar nonsense" have been popping up way too often lately? 🕺