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Kyle Vaughn8 said:Hey guys—just wanted to say, don't even sweat the people who constantly rely on PMs or K... you know, that kind of vocab. Honestly, why even bother?

Like, one minute someone’s complaining about another person—just venting, right?—and then they immediately flip the script and take it straight to some super vulgar, sexual territory... why though?
She's just wound up tight—can't even focus because she's clearly craving some serious action... someone needs to go over there and really take care of her, you know?

That’s exactly what I’m talking about—you know?

Man, I missed my bus again this afternoon—seriously, what am I doing? 🙂
Honestly, this PM section feels more like a notice board than anything else—right?

Hopefully that makes more sense—does it? 😁

So, just imagine having a boss talk to you like that... honestly, would you even consider them a sane person? Like, is everything actually okay in their head? ☕

That’s straight-up workplace harassment. It’s a huge difference whether a friend tells you you're lacking in the bedroom...or your boss does. Unless your boss happens to be your buddy. And that's without any of those weird sexual undertones. Honestly, it's probably better to leave that kind of talk out of the office entirely. 😬 Plus, you could always turn it back on them and make it mutual harassment by saying something like "maybe you're the one who's frustrated since you've clearly never been with anyone," and so on. The boss might end up feeling pretty insulted when they realize they've met their match.
By "vulgar," are we talking about something that involves direct insults, humiliation, or anything said with pure negative intent specifically aimed at tearing someone else down?
Am I too selfish? in Psychology ·
Raymond Walker5 said:I’ve been hearing rumors that they’re just handing out cash for free over in Finland. Honestly, I’ve thought about packing my bags and moving there, though I do worry the gloomy weather might send me into a bit of a funk.
In my view, having access to water, food, and a decent place to sleep should be treated as fundamental human rights—just as essential as they are for any plant or animal. It seems only logical, especially if we actually consider ourselves an intelligent, self-aware species.
Just imagine the headache of dealing with someone who only wants to be with you because you're "successful," or worse, rejects you because you aren't. I can't stand the idea of some parasite latching onto me while I'm foolish enough to think they actually care about who I am as a person.
Don't get me wrong, money matters, but nothing beats genuine human connections and knowing you have someone you can truly rely on.
Love me when I've got nothing to my name, not just when I'm sitting on a fortune, you selfish people!

Plants and animals having rights? And who exactly gets to decide those rights? Us humans?
Lawrence Bailey77 said:I find myself thinking about those people on a daily basis... honestly, I couldn't care less about the usual nonsense—corruption, pedophilia, crime, murder, fraud, or the exploitation of the poor and helpless. I don't even notice the individuals scavenging through trash in this lovely society I call home... but if someone reaches into a dumpster, gets a handful of dog excrement on them, and shouts "to hell with this," I can't help but feel a certain pity. I suppose I wish things were more like they used to be, when a local beat cop might have knocked some sense into them with a nightstick just to ensure they never thought about swearing—let alone digging through garbage—ever again. It’s quite a shame that scavenging isn't outlawed everywhere from New York to Los Angeles; perhaps we should protect the entire United States from these scavengers. If they aren't satisfied with their money, then they really shouldn't pollute this beautiful culture with their profanity.

.. though, I suppose if the pedophiles, rapists, and other polished gentlemen—the politicians, for instance—are wearing well-tailored suits, I find it much easier to overlook even the most repulsive curses... whenever I hear the sweet lies of hypocritical small-town types, especially their endless chatter about the weather or how important certain sporting events are... my heart practically leaps, and I feel a sudden surge of vitality. It is an inexhaustible source of positive energy, I guess. I am truly glad that I maintain such a positive outlook and continue to view life through a black-and-white lens... ☕

Good grief. It’s just petty small-mindedness all around. We tear apart the criminals, the predators, the killers, the politicians... while acting like those of us who are just "regular people" are the ones suffering. Everyone wants the "bad guys" sent straight to the gallows, the electric chair, or a bullet to the head. That’s supposedly the "best" way, right? Because that’s how we prove our "humanity" toward others. It’s really just an escape from ourselves—an inability to actually face our own issues—so why not spice things up by viewing everything in stark black and white? Thinking about people is total crap compared to actually knowing them. Having the actual willpower to listen to those "bad" people might be the bridge from thinking to truly knowing. But let's be honest, who actually wants to deal with that? Everything is a mess, we're all a mess, and nothing makes any sense. Maybe the easiest thing would be to line everyone up—the "good" and the "bad" alike—against a wall, give them a cheerful laugh and a middle finger, and then finish the job with an illegally obtained AK-47. We're all hypocrites, we're all selfish, we're all angry... There is a massive difference between looking at the world realistically and giving up, versus looking at the world realistically without throwing in the towel. But hey, it's hard to get out of your own chair and go sit in someone else's. I get it.
btw. welcome back Faqi,
you little prick 😁🙂
Joseph Bailey41 said:Can someone please walk me through the logic here? How on earth is a vocabulary filled with swear words somehow "poorer" than one without them? I'm struggling to make sense of that math. 😵

I'm with them on this one.
You guys just don't get it. Serpieri’s Druuna is easily the most erotic and unmatched masterpiece out there 🧐😁
Pride: A virtue or a flaw? in Psychology ·
Personally, I don't see much point in pride. We shouldn't confuse it with actual self-confidence or having some basic self-respect. To me, pride just stems from this desperate need to protect one's own ego. It really does nothing but drive people further apart...
I'm so over these "toxic positivity" people in Psychology ·
Carl Rivera43 said:Honestly? Trying to find something positive in every single thing feels pretty bizarre. It's weird, and let's be real, it’s totally unrealistic.

It’s pretty bizarre to constantly throw around the word bizarre, especially when the person complaining about the "misuse" of the word bizarre never actually lays out their own specific point of view.
Bizarre? 🤔

the topic itself is bizarre.
Schizophrenia - General Discussion in Psychology & Therapy ·
Harold Anderson3 said:I wouldn't say I've hijacked this thread entirely, but it certainly feels like I’ve taken up most of the space here lately.
This condition is just so incredibly unpredictable; I've been dealing with it for nearly eight years now.
It’s a constant, exhausting cycle where I find myself swinging between these manic, psychotic episodes and periods of deep, heavy depression. It’s been eight years of this, though if you count the two years I spent treating bipolar disorder and depression before that, it's been a much longer road.
If you haven't personally experienced psychosis—whether it's stemming from schizophrenia or bipolar disorder—it’s hard to truly grasp how difficult it is to maintain any semblance of a normal life while fighting this.
But honestly, there isn't really any other choice; you just have to keep fighting, keep pushing back, and keep hanging in there for as long as you can.👍

What do those phases of mania, depression, and psychosis actually look like for you?
Let's get real and focus on what actually matters in Psychology & Therapy ·
fadedmason4 said:I came across a comment on another thread recently—it basically said: accept that certain things just aren't going to happen, and start planning your life around that reality instead of waiting for some miracle to make them come true. I thought it was spot on, and honestly, I’m trying to follow that logic, but it’s proving much harder than it sounds. If anyone has any advice on how to actually do this—how to stop secretly hoping for those "what ifs" when I know deep down they won't happen (even if nothing in life is ever 100% certain, this feels like 99%)

So, if you have any tips on how to quit dwelling on the things I don't have and likely never will, and instead focus on what's actually useful and achievable
It's tough

You’ll get there eventually, whether you plan it out or not. It usually happens through sheer experience. There isn't some secret formula where you check off a list of requirements to make it happen. Honestly, the easiest way is just to hit rock bottom. And if you want to add a little extra spice to the whole ordeal... make it unexpected. Make it hurt as much as possible... 👍
fadedmason4 said:Those aren't exactly "huge" achievements from an average person's perspective—though they certainly feel that way to me. I suppose it's just hardwired into us, some sort of evolutionary drive or whatever—not that I'm an expert—but wanting a relationship like everyone else... well, for me, that feels like a mission impossible, mostly because I'm completely clueless when it comes to that stuff. I honestly feel like a bit of a biological glitch; I can't seem to find anyone for anything serious, and it's a tough reality to swallow.

Instead of just accepting that and enjoying the little things I *can* control, I end up spiraling into a depressive funk. It's not even that I sit around thinking about it—I stay busy. I love spending summer days biking around and then hitting up a local diner for some burgers, or heading to a nearby park for a beer, or even hitting the pool in the winter. Cooking a good meal, watching a movie, or just grabbing a drink outside when the weather's right—it's all great. But the moment I'm alone in bed, that same question creeps back in. It's hard to reconcile the fact that my life could be wonderful if only one thing were different.

It's pretty clear no one can fix this for me—unless maybe that bit in your signature actually works. I've thought about it quite a bit, but clearly, based on the fact that I'm even typing this, I don't quite have the nerve for it yet.

If you really think of yourself as a glitch in the system, then staying solo is probably your best bet. You might as well lean into evolution and just weed out the errors... lol
fadedmason4 said:Those aren't exactly "huge" achievements from an average person's perspective—though they certainly feel that way to me. I suppose it's just hardwired into us, some sort of evolutionary drive or whatever—not that I'm an expert—but wanting a relationship like everyone else... well, for me, that feels like a mission impossible, mostly because I'm completely clueless when it comes to that stuff. I honestly feel like a bit of a biological glitch; I can't seem to find anyone for anything serious, and it's a tough reality to swallow.

Instead of just accepting that and enjoying the little things I *can* control, I end up spiraling into a depressive funk. It's not even that I sit around thinking about it—I stay busy. I love spending summer days biking around and then hitting up a local diner for some burgers, or heading to a nearby park for a beer, or even hitting the pool in the winter. Cooking a good meal, watching a movie, or just grabbing a drink outside when the weather's right—it's all great. But the moment I'm alone in bed, that same question creeps back in. It's hard to reconcile the fact that my life could be wonderful if only one thing were different.

It's pretty clear no one can fix this for me—unless maybe that bit in your signature actually works. I've thought about it quite a bit, but clearly, based on the fact that I'm even typing this, I don't quite have the nerve for it yet.

There are those who simply can't ride a bike because they lack the arms, or the legs... or maybe they just don't own a bike. Et cetera...
fadedmason4 said:I don't need an explanation—I see it clearly, even when it's my own reflection in the mirror. Between the clumsiness, my tendency to be incredibly uncoordinated, and... well, let's just say my intellect isn't exactly groundbreaking—it's a struggle. My sense of direction is basically non-existent, and driving a car feels like a massive challenge; it's just a perfect example of how I can fail at basic tasks that most people breeze through on a good day.

You can’t really get an honest look at who you actually are if you’re so hyper-focused on your flaws that you completely miss your own strengths. Honestly, intelligence is overrated. Don't make it your entire identity. You list things like orientation, coordination, and being clumsy... yet you mention you ride a bike. If that's the case, you aren't nearly as uncoordinated as you think you are...
fadedmason4 said:So, what am I supposed to do? Just because someone else has it worse—which, let's face it, they always do—doesn't mean my own struggles aren't real.

I live in America, not Africa, so I’m really just talking about what's happening in my own backyard—not that I'm trying to play the victim or claim my issues don't matter compared to folks in Japan or South Korea.

If you take out the word "issue," the whole sentence changes meaning entirely. 🤣
Anyone regret starting medication? in Psychology & Therapy ·
Jack Smith4 said:I'm not sure if there's already a thread for this, but let's just say this one exists now.

I can still vividly picture the exact moment during my first appointment with my psychiatrist. I can see her face, and I know precisely what the last thing out of my mouth was right before I popped that pill.

"...After this, there's no turning back." — and just like that, I swallowed 50mg of Seroquel like it was nothing. 😬

And honestly? I was right. There really is no turning back. I regret starting on meds more than anything. It was like a slow fade... bit by bit, I felt my mind and my emotions slipping away. I became so... weird. I can't even laugh or cry anymore—just absolutely NOTHING. Just a hollow shell. It’s like these drugs slowly stripped away every single emotion I ever had. Every dream, every shred of hope... they just turned it all into plain, empty WATER! 😢

Anyone else gone through something similar? ^^

That’s exactly what I told myself when I.... except my doctor didn't give me any "magic" solutions... and they weren't psych meds either. Coming back, though, my doctor basically said you have to, you don't have a choice. So here I am, on all sorts of psych meds, just picking through them. And a recovery? Maybe from psych meds, since I'm not taking Benzodiazepines or antipsychotics. It's been written down for years, Lorraine as needed. I've never actually used it. I hope there won't be a need. I might start using Lorazepam for my amphetamine cravings. I just lack energy 🤣 I'm being so silly, I should have spent all these years, every single month, putting money aside in a box to sell when things got tight with cash 🤣 Benzodiazepines are awful. You get hooked fast and easy. But I'll never forget those moments of bliss when they gave them to me to counteract the side effects of another drug. I’d just lie on my back, arms spread wide, grinning from ear to ear, staring at the ceiling, hearing nothing around me, just feeling so calm and realizing I didn't care about a single thing.
But seriously, the takeaway: don't mess around with medication 🙂
Maria Price3 said:A total void, just like you said. My best friend told me I was much more myself before I started the meds; she knows me better than anyone, so I trust her.
Every psychiatrist tells me—as if that’s supposed to be comforting—"once you stop taking them...", but it's never that simple because the medications just keep being swapped out and piling up.

They lift me up a little, then pull me down a little, and when they finally "stabilize" me (which is supposedly the whole point)—I'm just a walking bore, a flat line, a total void...
I'd love to just toss the whole lot in the trash, but I'm terrified because I know I don't have the strength left to fight whatever it was I was battling before I started messing with my chemistry; the drugs have essentially drained all my willpower and energy.
And then comes the "try a different medication" advice—great advice, really, except it's obvious I'll just be cycling through them for the rest of my life.
If someone could just tell me, or show me, or explain—how am I even supposed to feel?

Which antiepileptic are you on and what's the dosage? Does your doctor switch it out and how often?
How are your highs and lows going, and how frequent are they? Have you noticed any specific triggers?
Jack Smith4 said:Man, I’m just on 10mg of Zyprexa at night, nothing else. And honestly? I can't wait to be done with this stuff forever. I was stuck on Seroquel for ages... 300mg. Honestly, I can't even tell which of these two is worse. There was a point where things felt fine, really, but then it just turned into a total nightmare. With the Seroquel, I was basically a zombie, sleeping my life away. Switching over to Zyp woke me up a bit and I felt okay for a minute, but then... just pure coma mode again.

holy crap 😲
Heightened senses in Psychology ·
William Roberts3 said:Just some thoughts
My vision actually got sharper after my hearing dropped by maybe 35%—all thanks to those wild chemical experiments I used to run back in the day.
I was obsessed with chemistry, so I’d pull off little loud explosions here and there.

As they say, "experience comes at a price."
In my case, the cost was losing part of my hearing.
Which, honestly, isn't all bad since I occasionally miss out on a ton of the stupid stuff people blather on about... 🤣
Now that I'm hitting my 40s, I'm seeing even smaller letters than what you'd see on an eye exam in a doctor's office.

I should also add something that might be interesting to some, but it's huge for me. I've always been a researcher at heart, so
I've noticed how my racing mind just... quiets down. It's like this hyperactive mental noise fades away, replaced by this sharp, raw sense of just experiencing everyday life. Everything feels way more fluid and easier to navigate without overthinking everything.
You end up thinking just enough to get things done.

It seems like we've become way too addicted to over-analyzing the world. We rely so heavily on constant thinking, analyzing, and trying to calculate the perfect move for every single moment.
The "sense of thinking" is totally overrated these days, and it's ironic how much that "sense" is responsible for giving us such a distorted view of reality.

That overrated "thinking sense" has such a strong grip on our vision that it can "see" things that aren't even there. Plus, instead of seeing fifty shades of light, it tends to perceive fifty shades of gray... 🤔

It’s honestly amazing how much fuller and fresher life feels when you stop mentally interpreting everything you experience.

You just experience the moment itself, rather than mostly experiencing your own thoughts *about* the moment.

Maybe we really should dial back our mental processing a bit... dampen that overactive "thinking sense" to sharpen our ability to directly experience life, so we can live more fully and feel more fulfilled.

Failed attempts at destroying humanity😢😁
Carl Rivera43 said:@Peter Murphy6

Man, I’ve definitely had those moments where I thought about just expecting absolutely nothing from life. But honestly? That feels a little too pessimistic for me.

When it comes to love, I don't buy the idea that unrequited feelings are always because you don't love yourself enough. Isn't it more likely that emotions just get way too intense sometimes? You fail, it hurts, and suddenly you start putting someone on a pedestal. It’s all just this messy, complicated cycle—kind of like a circus, right?

I rarely take big risks. And even when I do? Usually, it just ends in disappointment, which makes me lean back toward my pessimistic side.

@Jeffrey Ramos4

What makes death feel just?

Let's say—and we can never know for sure—that death is a finality. For now, at least. In the future, maybe things will be different, but that’s a whole other conversation... If death is truly the end, then it represents a total severance of the life path for anyone who views their existence through a lens of negativity, constant suffering, or pure misery.
Peter Murphy6 said:Can you walk me through how the multi-quota thing works?
Alright, let me break down what I was actually getting at with some examples.
Ego (the bad kind)—saying stuff like, "I'm such an amazing cook, everyone raves about my food."
Reality—that same person cooks just okay, doesn't even enjoy it, doesn't have the drive, and barely tries... mostly because they aren't even that good at it. But instead of admitting that to themselves, they opt for that first statement. In my book, that’s evaluating yourself through the lens of ego (the toxic version).
Value—looking objectively at your actual skills and what you can really do. Ego shouldn't play any part here, whether we're talking healthy or unhealthy. To me, a healthy ego shows up when you show yourself love based on a realistic view of who you are as a person in relation to yourself and others... acknowledging your flaws and actually accepting them.
That cooking example could be swapped out for anything—knowing how to love someone or any other core value that makes a person who they are. A healthy, self-aware person.
So, in my head, it's split into two types of ego, which is why I didn't dive deeper since there wasn't much else to say.
And honestly, I see valuing others as a tool—a way to step outside your own ego. But the question is, which "others" are we talking about, and how objectively are they looking at me? Like, are they measuring me against their own standards? Do you really think it's possible to be objective about yourself without some outside perspective "interfering"?

As for the other part... I thought it was pretty obvious that there are layers to love beyond just "romantic partner" stuff. That's been logical to me since I was a kid—I guess I just assumed everyone saw it that way. I never specifically said "romantic love," I just said love. I haven't overvalued any specific type, and sex is driven by instinct, so it's not even in the same conversation. Especially since everyone's libido is different, so your take on that is purely subjective.
Unloved kids might have friends, maybe a grandma or grandpa. Older folks might have people in their lives too—do I really need to go into more detail than that?
Bottom line: if you have absolutely no one on this planet that you want to love, or anyone who loves you back, is it even possible to live unselfishly?

Objectivity is possible, sure. But let's be real—it isn't always achievable, especially when you consider how much things shift from one moment to the next... even when you're facing the exact same situation twice.
But if we’re actually aiming to build some kind of collective society, then we have to start by acknowledging and weighing how other people perceive our own... I guess I'll start... This was one of the first steps...
What does that mean? To love... Is that right?
Richard Wells said:Alright... let's set a baseline here. My bad for missing that, haha

So, you decided this morning that you're just gonna start glowing and have the whole city notice you all at once? I'm dying to see if it actually works 😁

...or maybe just some string lights from a hardware store if all else fails... 😂
Do you live by any personal rules or mantras? in Psychology ·
mistybadger72 said:If you honestly believe that family, career, and money are the absolute peak of what you represent to the universe, then you don't even need personal boundaries. Building your life based on the narrow little box society tries to shove you into—where you just aim for the extremes of their pre-set spectrum—is nothing more than wasting your life. It’s not like there's an easy alternative, but I'm just saying.

🤣

Ont: I don't really fall into that category. Thank God that's over. $30 is perfect. Maybe $40 would be even better. 🙂
Daniel Palmer36 said:So, I suppose we both realize that making a real connection with others isn't nearly as easy as people think, regardless of how much charisma or "that certain something" we might radiate.👍

Maybe you just don't have the right approach. You aren't meeting people on their own level. Socializing and communication are skills, after all. They can be practiced.
Carl Rivera43 said:Sure, there’s a really fine line between feeling down and actually being happy. Sometimes it's just little things that get under your skin. Other times? You could have someone snap at you or say something pretty rude, but if you're already in a great headspace, it doesn't even register as an insult. It just slides right off.

Still, I can't help but feel like it's a bit unfair. Why do we only get one shot at this life? And why does it feel like people—whether they're big corporations or just neighbors on your block—always remember the mistakes way longer than they remember the good stuff?

Unfair? What would you even do if you had more than one? Death is the great equalizer. It’s the only true justice because, in the end, we all face it the same way.
Peter Murphy6 said:Look, if you view yourself as someone with actual value—not talking about ego, but real principles—then getting rejected can actually be a win. It's not that you aren't good enough; it just means you weren't compatible, which saves you both a massive amount of heartache down the road.
They pick how they pick, and you should too. Maybe it's time to flip the script and let someone choose *you* for a change? These days, people expect so much from guys—it’s like everyone forgets men have the exact same emotional depth as women.
If this is sending you into a depressive slump, have you considered that the same thing could happen once you actually find "the one," just for a different reason?
I'm not saying depressed people should just "kill" those feelings because it's "polite." I say own it as part of who you are, but learn to manage it. When you get a handle on it—so it's not just an explosion of despair and desperation for affection—you leave a totally different first impression. You won't be faking anything; you'll just be being yourself. 🙂
Sorry if I'm coming on a bit strong here 🕺

An individual's values are part of their ego. Even the act of judging things stems from the ego. How else can you define what is "high quality" outside of your own individuality? You can't. What exists beyond the personal ego is how other people perceive us. That doesn't mean you shouldn't have a sense of self; it just means you shouldn't let your ego do all the evaluating.
Carl Rivera43 said:Yeah, it happens. Sometimes we spend so much time mourning what we lack that we completely forget to appreciate what's right in front of us. And honestly? It feels like that winter stretch, especially right after the holidays, just feels a bit more dull, both locally and globally, compared to the rest of the year.

I mean, let's be real: it's kind of bizarre to force positivity when the roses aren't even blooming and you're genuinely feeling down.

There is definitely something to that late fall and winter vibe, though. You grind through the work week, and then the weekend rolls around—sometimes feeling a little melancholy, sometimes feeling like it drags on forever compared to the weekdays.

For people buried under responsibilities, the weekend might be the only time they actually get to rest. Though, even that's a stretch since so many people work weekends or are tied up with family and kids...
Peter Murphy6 said:Personally? I don't regret anything. If there's something I want that I don't have—I go out and get it. Sure, sometimes I need a reminder to appreciate the awesome stuff I already have in my life. But my struggle isn't about finding motivation from the people I love or the things I own... it's about finding it within myself. How do you live purely for yourself if you're trying to lead a "morally upright" life? Because when you don't have anyone you care about, being selfish seems a lot easier. That's the real question for me: how do I live for myself while still loving the people around me and not stepping on them? I've been alone before, but not long enough to really know what living truly solo feels like.

Winter just crushes me because the workload drops off, leaving me with way too much time to be alone with my own thoughts—all those things I've been pushing aside for months suddenly come rushing back. This winter hit me harder than ever... but I think I've finally managed to accept that part of myself. You have to deal with it—you've got to push that darker side out. The trouble starts when that depression or anxiety becomes someone's whole identity.
I gotta tell you, though—sometimes I actually lean into that moody autumn and melancholic winter vibe.

When someone tries to fake happiness instead of just sitting with what they're feeling, they’re basically overloading their brain and causing a massive backlash. In those cases, forcing it is a disaster. You end up feeling guilty just for not being happy. I think way too many people tell themselves "I *have* to be happy" instead of asking, "Why am I not happy?"

Really, nobody? There are so many unloved kids, elderly people, those struggling with illness... And besides, love isn't just about romantic passion, which—let's be honest—is just as overrated as sex.
Carl Rivera43 said:I honestly can't imagine not having anyone to love, and I definitely don't want to be shamelessly selfish, even if that seems like the easy way out. It gets tough, though, especially when you face constant rejection—when it feels like your heart is giving way more than it's receiving.

Maybe taking the honest, uphill path, as grueling as it may be, is actually where you find the strength needed to handle whatever life throws at you next.

At the end of the day, I can look back on certain moments with actual pride. I can even smile when telling stories about those few jobs where I did trial runs for a couple of days—times when I was *this* close to getting hired. Even if I didn't get the job, I gained experience, and that helped me feel better about myself and my place in the world. I didn't make lifelong friends during those trials, but at a recent gig I held for about three months, I met some genuinely kind people, including two really great girlfriends. And hey, I started a new job about a month ago! It took me a few weeks to find my groove, but over the last few days, I've finally hit that sweet spot of being relaxed yet super productive.

As for that forced happiness thing? Yeah, it’s awkward. Sometimes it becomes a habit, and other times it's just a temporary phase. Just like a suit doesn't define a man, optimism doesn't define a person either. Sometimes optimism acts as a shield against things we aren't ready to face yet. Still, to me, optimism feels like a much more logical way to live than pessimism, even if it can be a bit misleading sometimes.

You don't love someone just to get something in return. Intense emotions often happen because a person isn't paying enough attention to their own logic. Feelings aren't the only thing that connects us to another human being. In fact, they can actually be harmful if people don't know how to manage or even understand them...
stormyhawk99 said:I’m passing on that... even if I do have a little bit of "that certain something" myself... 😁

A very specific kind of charisma 😬
Schizophrenia - General Discussion in Psychology & Therapy ·
jadetinker32 said:So, like three years ago, I almost ended up hospitalized. This junior psychiatrist I was talking to after getting my referral didn't even bother sending me over to the psych ward at the Mayo Clinic; instead, he literally personally escorted me straight to the stabilization unit—basically the shock rooms—where they slapped me with Normaball and locked me in there with two other guys just lying in bed. While I was stuck there, I was chatting with this one guy who was clearly high on psych meds, and honestly, I just felt bad for him because he was acting totally demented, constantly asking me the same damn questions over and over while trying to calm me down and tell me everything was fine. He started rattling off all the drugs they were giving him, probably about ten different ones, and apparently none of them actually matched his diagnosis. In that moment, I thought, "Is this happening to me?" and man, no way am I letting them just shovel pills down my throat, so I agreed to take Xarelto (some newer injectable drug that supposedly doesn't have all those nasty side effects). What I found out later was that the head psychiatrist had been talking to my mom, and it was a hair's breadth away from her giving the green light to just throw me in a straitjacket and toss me under lock and key, but luckily she didn't agree to it (and yeah, I was only 28 at the time, so obviously to them, I was considered completely incompetent). That's when I got the first shot, followed by two more. I will never, ever forget that feeling of total numbness from that psych med—this heavy, soul-crushing dullness that felt like it would eventually just turn you into a vegetable. I can't even imagine what it's like dealing with the pills, since that stuff absolutely wrecked me; I don't even want to think about it. After those three injections, I stopped showing up to the psych ward altogether, dealt with my own shit, and let me tell you, I'd rather DIE than ever touch anything like that again. If anyone reading this thinks they have schizophrenia, please, JUST REALLY RECONSIDER, seriously, because jumping into mental health treatment through big pharma is a one-way street—there's no coming back from it.

Maybe try dialing back the emotional intensity and looking at this from a more grounded perspective. Generally speaking, when people lack experience in a certain area, they tend to get too caught up in themselves when they talk or write. They become so wrapped up in their own subjectivity that they fail to communicate rational facts or information to those around them. In psychiatric hospitals—especially on acute, locked wards—there are strict protocols for staff behavior for a reason. These rules exist specifically to ensure the safety of the patients themselves.
As for psychopharmacology, the reality is—unfortunately—that medication is often pushed too hard and prescribed far too easily without sufficient psychotherapy. But you can't just blame the psychiatrists; the entire system is flawed. Besides, most of us are hypocrites. If you look closely, plenty of people would just pop a Norman if they felt even a hint of mental discomfort, and many actually beg their doctors for a prescription. And that’s not even mentioning the crowd that abuses these drugs.
Regarding your mention of being 28... just imagine if you had to deal with all of this during your teenage years, or even worse, earlier while you were still practically a child. Imagine if you had been battling schizophrenia since early childhood.
Two questions about hedonism in Philosophy ·
The islands... just sitting there out in the Pacific, waiting for someone to actually notice them. ruggedraven36 says:
Look, fair enough. Everyone’s entitled to their own delusions... 🤣

Exactly. And honestly, nobody has the right to tell someone else they’re wrong. At the end of the day, none of us can claim to know anything for certain...
The island life... there’s just something about it. It’s that specific kind of isolation that makes you feel like you can finally hear yourself think. No constant hum of traffic, no endless notifications—just the coast and the quiet. It’s easy to get lost in that rhythm... ruggedraven36 says:
It just struck me how much your post leans into this idea that people are purely rational actors... like we all sit around weighing every single variable and consulting scientific experts before making even the simplest decision...

I have no idea where you got the impression I felt that way. Honestly, if only people were actually rational...
The Paklarišće islands... just an endless stretch of jagged rock and salt air. It’s the kind of place where you realize how small everything else really is. ruggedraven36 says:
Why does this happen? It’s pretty simple... evolutionary selection favors cognitive biases because they provide a specific kind of payoff for selfish genes. That bias sticks around as long as the benefits outweigh the costs. Take it this way: it actually serves you to believe you’re unique or superior to everyone else. Why? Because that mindset pushes you to climb higher on the social ladder, which ultimately benefits "your" genes...

I'm on board with your take regarding cognitive bias and those selfish genes, but I wouldn't go quite so far as to claim I’m somehow special. Nobody is... truly. And if I actually had a choice in the matter, I certainly wouldn't want my own genes staying in the pool. It would be bad for evolution... 🤣
Two questions about hedonism in Philosophy ·
steeleagle77 said:Who fuckin' cares? It was stated that one only experiences "the final sensation of pleasure and nothing else."
If you don't feel the limitation, who cares if it exists?

Now, the scenario doesn't specify if you're stuck in that pod (lol) forever or just for a stint before walking back out to face the consequences. If it's temporary, I see the point. If it's for life... then I don't.
Nozick could have easily used "drugs" instead of a "machine" for his example.

People are already drowning in cognitive biases, believing whatever suits them. There's no fixing that today. Any optimistic view of "humanity" or "progress" seems incredibly naive to me. Everything will eventually burn out anyway...

There are people out there who actually care. We don't just want to plug into something to hit a dopamine peak; we want to earn that feeling through real-world experience, in a world that isn't just a collection of one-hit wonders. If everyone just hooked themselves up to a machine, we'd all just be living some scripted life of illusion. No thanks. Besides, someone would still be outside the machine, programming everything, pulling the strings... exerting total control over what those people inside are experiencing. It’s all an illusion. And while they’re busy chasing that artificial hedonism, everyone else will be left dealing with the reality of sickness, hunger, war, and all that...
ruggedbadger2 said:Sure, there’s always that risk of someone showing up obsessed with protecting "precious bodily fluids." 😁

For what it's worth, I don't agree with Jeffrey Ramos4 either. Back in high school, I remember hearing about this study where they put a male butterfly in front of one real female and one paper cutout of a female that was twice the size. Naturally, the butterfly went straight for the fake one. I guess it's a similar deal with people. I think the boost you get from pleasure and positive emotions actually improves survival chances, so those things are just universally desirable to humans. I don't buy the idea that hedonism isn't part of our nature or that people aren't fundamentally driven to seek out satisfaction...

Well, obviously pleasure helps survival and people naturally gravitate toward satisfaction rather than pain, but that doesn't mean anyone is willing to ditch struggle and pain entirely.
ruggedraven36 said:Look, there are plenty of different goals. Half the time we don't even know if they’ll actually make us feel good—if we even bother to think about it. Satisfaction is usually just a side effect—it's rarely the main event itself.

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Is planning and organization the key to mental wellness? in Psychology & Therapy ·
Carl Rivera43 said:Other people don't really matter. What matters are those core people—the leaders, the ones who actually inspire you, who say the right things at the exact right moment, and who make your life better.

What those top-tier people provide is something nobody else can offer. That's why, when you need a push, you should listen to the heavy hitters—the ones who have actually made it big. The winners. Keeping a steady, positive mindset leads to success and a happy heart. If not right now, then eventually. If not love, or nature, or peace... then what else is there?

Top-tier versus everyone else? What kind of division is that? So, if someone isn't "the best," they're basically irrelevant? What happens to the people who aren't motivators, or don't always know the perfect thing to say, or don't offer advice, or just don't have this constant positive attitude... blah blah blah, do we just toss them into some other category immediately?
Just stay positive and keep those good vibes rolling, right?
Is planning and organization the key to mental wellness? in Psychology & Therapy ·
mistydrifter55 said:That’s exactly what I’m wondering too. ☕.

I’m just stuck in this depressive funk where I can't find the motivation to move a muscle.
From the outside, people look at me and think, "She's just so disorganized."
But the truth? I don't bother organizing because I don't have the energy for anything else.
Maybe I'm not actually unorganized. Maybe I'm just completely drained. 🤔

I totally get you. Maybe the trick is just accepting who we are. Honestly, there's no harm in accepting yourself, mostly because once you reach that point, nothing can touch you anymore. The real issue is how it hits the people closest to us. It affects our inner circle too, obviously, because it limits us and leaves us feeling helpless. But eventually, you start seeing the depression as just part of your makeup, and you learn to live alongside it. Once you finally make peace with the depression, nothing can tear you apart. Best love story ever... 🤣😢