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LSD isn't actually a bad drug—it’s just dangerous because it isn't for everyone. The whole thing is that LSD forces you to see stuff that most people completely miss during their everyday lives. At that point, it's really just down to whether you can handle those realizations without losing your mind, or if you can actually turn them into some kind of incredible experience.
I know people who have tried doing mental math during a trip just to see if they could still function. For them, it was a fun little challenge, but eventually, someone is going to run into a wall and get absolutely wrecked because they aren't mentally equipped for that kind of nonsense. That's exactly where that infamous "trigger" comes from—that spark that sets off all sorts of psychological issues down the road.
Honestly, LSD was hands down the worst thing I've dealt with in the last decade. The last time I touched it was five years ago back when we were still hitting those massive warehouse raves. You dive deep into your own subconscious and suddenly you think you’ve cracked the code on how everything works. But there's a catch—it creates this weird sense of authority that just pushes people away from you. After the trip wears off, it’s just you and your own isolated beliefs left standing. People say it's not for everyone for a reason. It’s really for the "loners" and the "freaks"—those types who want to exist on the fringes of society and don't need anything in life except a massive high. Personally? I much prefer being grounded on this side of things. But hey, to each their own.👍
Jacob Wilson50 said:Whether this is just trolling or actually interesting, I don't know, but it's a wild topic.
Satria is basically just male nymphomania—this uncontrollable sexual drive. You can't lump that in with just "guys who are always horny."
Since we're talking about psychological roots here, treating Satria isn't some quick fix; it takes serious willpower and the patient actually having to cooperate.
The patient usually has to go totally celibate for at least six months while they grind through individual or group psychotherapy.
Do you happen to know where I can find these group therapy sessions? Though, fair warning—if a woman is running the show, I’m probably going to lose my mind.
So, I had this total nympho over at my place two weeks ago. The wildest part? I met her just waiting for the bus at a stop in Chicago. We went back to my place and went at it for three days straight—nonstop—but she actually ended up calling it quits once she realized just how intense my urges can get.
I was reading online that people use brom to kill off an erection. Honestly, I’m half-tempted to go pick some of that stuff up tomorrow just so I never have to think about sex or women ever again. Don't get me wrong, I love women, but I also want to be a functioning member of society who can take a girl to a movie without getting turned on halfway through the film. Especially those older ladies working the ticket booths at the entrance... man, they drive me crazy. And the younger ones too. God, I’d be tearing it up right now if I could, but I'm staying cooped up inside today. Sorry for dumping all this sexual frustration on you guys, but I just had to get it off my chest.
Look, here’s the deal... I’m in my prime, but I am completely hooked—on women, sex, and constant masturbation. It’s all I think about. Every single day. I can barely walk down a street without being hit by this overwhelming urge to ask some woman for sex. If I don't manage to hook up with someone during the day, I’m stuck at home alone, taking care of business at least ten times just to cope. The only time things actually settle down is when I'm asleep. It’s gotten so bad that I’ve started avoiding my new aunt-in-law just so I don't end up asking her for a hookup. I know most people have drives, but this isn't "normal." For years now, I haven't been able to walk through a park or even a sidewalk because I’m in this constant, borderline irritating state of arousal. I actually saw a psychologist a while back, and he told me this condition—this nonstop hypersexuality—is called Satria. He put me on some medication, which helps a little, but let’s be real: I’m nowhere near "normal." Lately, I’ve been staying cooped up inside because I can't even catch a glimpse of a woman outside without spiraling. Imagine spending your entire day living through these half-orgasms, feeling totally frantic and constantly turned on. It’s exhausting, and I honestly can't take it anymore.
Has anyone else dealt with this? Any advice on how to basically kill my libido entirely so I can just walk down the street like a regular person without wanting to jump someone?
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