Think about switching up your blood type. People with type O are basically walking targets because if a mosquito bites them, it's game over for the bug—they just drop dead right then and there. I’ve actually lost count of how many times I’ve been bitten in a single summer; those pests just swarm me. It's like they can smell the feast. The idiots don't realize it, but the smart ones know better than to even come near me. 😁
Look, man, don't mess around with those pills—go find something else. Otherwise, just try hitting the sack early, say around 11 PM, and make sure you aren't dragging on past 5 AM. Whatever you do, stay away from naps after 5 PM. Also, keep the blinds up; let that natural sunlight flood into the house. You should also splash yourself with cold water a few times a day—your face, hands, head, all the way down to your elbows and your legs down to your ankles. It’ll help get that circulation moving again.
Jeremy Booth6 said:wiredtiger10: It’s really no big deal. 😉 And honestly, it’s not like I’m making it all about me—it’s not even that obvious that I’m feeling insecure. 🙂 Andrew Jones12: Thanks for sharing that. I’ve actually been wearing contact lenses for a while now—I'm nearsighted in both eyes. I honestly feel like I could spend some time over here just practicing my penmanship... Sometimes I find myself seeing two images at once. I’m not sure if everyone experiences this, but I have this habit of merging them together into a single frame—which, honestly, is probably my way of proving to myself that I’m still the one pulling the strings here. A little bit twisted, I guess. 🙂
That’s just classic Strasbourg—I’ve been dealing with it since I was a kid. Honestly, your best bet is to head to an eye doctor, get a proper exam, and have them prescribe some new specialized glasses. Whatever you do, don't mess around with that bandage method; it’s honestly dangerous. It did nothing but ruin my vision by two diopters when I tried it.
Look, I’m telling you, surgery for Strasbourg is incredibly risky, so don't let anyone talk you into it. You really don't have many options beyond wearing glasses or trying out contact lenses to keep everything under control.
Every single day you go without getting the right prescription for your Strasbourg is just making things worse.
It’s entirely possible you’re just feeling it more because you’re hyper-focused on it—you know how it goes when your whole body starts pulsing. Especially if you’re laying your head down on a pillow and you can actually hear your pulse thumping away. But hey, if you aren't just imagining things, you should probably go see a doctor.
It could be serotonin. I was listening to some stuff out of Germany, and you know how it goes when they talk—it’s like Dr. House, just incredibly fast-paced.
I was watching Dr. Gregory House last night, and they tackled this incredibly wild case:
Some guy is out driving a buggy when he hits an orgasm mid-drive, which ends up causing him to crash and catch fire. When they put him in a testing chamber, he starts having these sudden "attacks"—basically more orgasms. Turns out, it was all due to a nicotine deficiency.
He’d been hiding his smoking habit from everyone, so he wasn't getting his fix regularly, but he had become totally dependent on nicotine. His body had basically started using nicotine as its own antidepressant. Once that supply ran dry, his system pivoted to its own natural antidepressant: nocturnal emissions (since he was kept under anesthesia following the accident).
In the medical world, it's well-documented that wet dreams in men typically happen after periods of abstinence. That could be anywhere from 7, 10, 20, or even more days. You can actually trigger them in people who've never had them by forcing them into abstinence until it happens. But there’s also this weird phenomenon where it can happen on the sixth day even if someone has been sexually active every single day prior—which makes zero sense. Technically, the tank should be empty and there hasn't been any period of abstinence, yet the body just forces the issue anyway. A lot of guys claim they don't even have erotic dreams when this happens.
The way it works is that the body produces serotonin along with several other supporting hormones. Now, serotonin is a delicate balance; you can't have too little or too much without things going haywire. Ironically, serotonin is one of the primary targets of most antidepressants. It acts somewhat like nitroglycerin—if you have too much, it triggers massive headaches. That explains why so many people get those pounding headaches after multiple orgasms.
It's pretty fascinating that the human body has these built-in failsafes designed specifically to keep us from spiraling into misery.
Kudos to you, I definitely picked up a thing or two myself. I’ll swing back by later to see what everyone’s saying about topic A. 😁 Once the smoke clears, there’s no room for regrets. 😉
I finally tracked down the answer the other day: one liter is considered a standard volume, though it can expand up to four liters, and about 100ml of that is actually stomach acid.
I’m curious about stomach capacity. Is there some kind of standard average for men? I wonder if there’s an actual way to calculate it. If I recall correctly from my elementary school science classes, the stomach can stretch quite a bit because the tissue is so elastic. What I'm really looking for is the volume of the stomach when it isn't being pushed to the limit—is there a sort of "baseline" volume occupied by a constant inventory of food and fluids that always takes up space?
K-pax said:Studying at the New York Public Library really did the trick for me. Honestly, you could just hit up any local library; there's nothing like that silence and peace when you've got absolutely nothing else to distract you.
Now I finally get why those frustrated kids are always hanging out there. 😬
Cut out the nonsense and give me some actual, concrete suggestions. If you don't have any, then just explain your reasoning instead. I'm pretty much done with all this empty chatter.
Is anyone else out there hunting for a movie that actually makes you work for it? I’m talking about those raw, visceral stories that hit you right in the gut and refuse to let go. Something gripping—like a high-stakes video game where you’re so locked in you can't even get up for a glass of water.
It feels like movies are getting shallower by the day. It’s a vicious cycle: audiences are being fed fluff because they've been conditioned to expect nothing else, and studios just follow the money. If it doesn't play simple, it doesn't sell.
The last times I felt truly challenged were watching Oldboy and The Butterfly Effect.
If we aren't looking at mainstream Hollywood stuff, does anyone know of any Japanese or Korean gems that hit as hard as Oldboy?