hey fellas last night i took a medication which is more or less the anxiety equivalent of a horse tranquilizer & essentially enterred the fifth dimension of sleepwalking in which i awoke but enterred a dissociative fit so strong i was really confused why my loving girlfriend was not my good friend and fellow viking bjorn, who i had to bring some furs to. also i might’ve cried about this. don’t remember
was informed i left out the best part of this 3am experience which was the bit where i, in tears, gestured to our dog and shouted, “i don’t know what this is!”
bruh you astral planed so hard you fell back into a past life
What I found absolutely impressive and stunning about this comic is the way the artist explained the identification and elimination of the confounding factors in the Rat Park study. This is one of the hardest parts of experiments to explain to the public, and I think it was just brilliantly done.
This is so great. I’ve read about the Rat Park experiments but I still learned new things from this. It’s long but extremely important.
My only criticism is that it’s not about how you see the world, it’s what the world literally gives you. For example, my hometown is falling apart and unemployment and homelessness is on the rise, and so is the use of heroine. If we went to a UBI system and provided housing for people, then these people would probably have no reason to continue to use heroine.
^^^ Good addition. It’s nearly impossible not to see the world as a cage when the world is set up to put you at a disadvantage. When the rich are working as hard as they can to turn the world into a cage for the rest of us (those they don’t just want dead anyway).
the idea of consuming two conflicting things that promise to do the opposite of each other has always been hilarious to me. there’s a liquid shot-based sleep aid called 6 hour sleep and as soon as I saw it i immediately imagined mixing it and a 5 hour energy together for a 1 hour nap
mix NyQuil and DayQuil to create Quil
what does Quil do
All the time all the time
Okay so, I did this, kind of. In junior year of high school I was taking History of the Americas (very very hard tests, like at least one person is guaranteed to cry). So one day I had one of these tests when I was /sick as hell/. Like I woke up and could not breathe through my nose. Everything was snot and headache and I know it’s gross, but like I’m trying to convey how desperate the times were. I went to take a DayQuil, but could only find NyQuil in the house. So i was like “fuck it, there’s no way this could be worse. ha. Anyway i take this and get to class and like already im about to pass out so during my independent study I go out and get a coffee and a five hour energy. Thinking like “okay I’ll die, but it should balance out for a bit.” And it did, initially. But then. As soon as I walk in the doors to class, it hit and I’m looking at my friend and he’s like “did you smoke, your pupils are like fucking quarters” and I’m like “o no.” So the test starts and my brain is feeling like that substance that’s like both a liquid and a substance simultaneously. And the test format is like this huge paper. So I get going on it, and here’s what happened:
-I wrote six pages front and back in 45 minutes -I felt like I could “zoom in” “zoom out” my vision -I asked one girl if I could borrow a pen three times and she was freaked out so I had three pens on my desk -after the test I crashed HARD in the physics room and they had to push me out of a chair to wake me up -but like, I got an A on the test. So I’m not saying try it, but
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