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I can honestly say I don't feel the emotion of guilt. I'm not a psychopath. I have a conscience and have a very strong moral compass.
But I don't feel guilty. Just fear of getting caught... In fact what I feel most is fear. The only person who I feel happy with is my girlfriend and if she ever breaks up with me it'll probably break me as a man.
When I was younger, I believed that if a woman was raped, it was her fault for what she was wearing. My highschool friends called me the most unempathetic person they'd ever met and I was proud of that.
Thankfully I've turned right around on all that and learned empathy. I'm ashamed for my younger self, but I know they were just doing the best they could with the very few tools they were given.
My parents made me way too casual of a liar..
Okay it might have been my fault
almost blew myself up for good after a pistol flare exploded half a meter from my face.
went to the ER with superficial burns on my left hand and hearing damage that still rears its ugly head out to this day.
each time i think about that moment i realise that if i had been in any other position when that flare blew up i probably wouldn't be here today
I'm wondering if there being 99.99% humans would make them all more valuable. And sometimes I just think maybe it would be for the best. But that is a bit insane, so I push it aside. But being treated like living garbage really does give you some ideas
When I was a kid I had a hypothesis that autistic people simply lacked souls and that that explained their symptoms. (I don't think this anymore)
I underwent a total dickectomy
Technical term is a loppitoffamy
"Gotcha fam!" Chops off your dick
If that was voluntary, great job!
It was, totally intentional lol
In my school there was a kid who consistently made plans to SA other students and regularly bragged about it. The school administration not only knew but actively went out of their way to defend him.
I'm really good at operating vehicles and other heavy machinery while on LSD, it doesn't significantly impair my coordination or reflexes. Delivered pizzas, drove a forklift once, and left more than a handful of underwhelming/unpleasant trip parties without having to wait til I came down. I suspect it's a combination of my particular neurodivergence plus a lot of practice gaming while tripping, hard to prove though.
Upvoted for being genuinely the scariest. It's not scary that you're really good. It's scary that you actually believe yourself.
I have a sub aracnoid cyst, It started growing and shoving my brain into my spine, I had brain surgery, and I'm on a combo of meds that would kill a normal person. I experience hallucinations that I can never turn off all the time. Sparks, trailers, things that aren't melting melting, usually numbers and letters, sometimes everything is technocolor, sometimes double vision, tunnel vision, White noise often sounds like angelic singing, I hear my name a lot when there's no sounds, anyways. I live a mostly, kind of sort of, normal life. Driving isn't really a problem, it's not my reaction times or decision making that's the issue, and the reality I see is doing weird shit, but I don't see things in the wrong place. But also, these aren't all happening all the time, abs if I get a few happening at once, I'll try and take it easy. Things have gotten better with the dissolution of my former relationship. A lot less random dramatic stress.
Dude I totally understand. I normally suck at video games but I've played Counter-Strike competitively on 25i before and I swear it turned me into a pro.
All of a sudden I could pinpoint enemies with millimeter precision from the sound of their footsteps alone. It was like having x-ray vision or echolocation, no joke (Shout out to the CS devs for their excellent sound design). My aim was suddenly a lot better too. Headshots were child's play.
Wish I still had gameplay footage but unfortunately this was several PCs ago. It's been a long time since I've fucked with psychedelics cause they don't pair nicely with anxiety (only time I was able play video games on the stuff was when I was drunk too). I was never that good at video games ever again.
I promise you he fucked her one more time.
I'm 99% sure I know my killer is me... eventually as my spine falls apart and suffering massively increases with time. And I'm okay with that so long as it is my choice. When people talk about suicide, I strongly believe in the saying, "no permanent solutions for temporary problems." But I strongly believe in this saying from both perspectives, aka "permanent solutions are your personal choice that I fully respect as an unalienable human right, if you choose, due to permanent problems." Anyone trying to steal such an unalienable human right from another is exceptionally ignorant of the magnitude of potential suffering and is criminally sadistic as far as I'm concerned.
I also have chronic pain and it's really the worst. Sorry you're saddled with it too. It's interesting how if you say what you just did to "normal people", they'll often react by trying to talk you out of your opinion, but chronic pain sufferers usually just grunt their agreement.
I'm sorry to hear about your pain. I have chronic pain but I'm very young so I'm not close to this point yet. I understand how hard it is just to function day to day. Good luck man
For serious. The story of Hisashi Ouchi should be enough to convince anyone with an ounce of heart that assisted suicide needs to be a human right. Kept alive for 83 days when he was begging to be put down while he was conscious. His cells literally did not have any more valid DNA. He was a dead man being kept alive, because his family refused to allow the doctors to pull the plug.
Insane, inhuman torture because your own family cannot let you go... Such absolute selfish insanity from them.
I recommend you check out Wendigoon's video on the subject. There was some faulty reporting on what actually went on there. The doctors, nurses and the family were not monsters and Hisachi himself was not begging for death. He tried to hold on to life for the sake of his family. It is a very touching story that fell victim to sensationalism because apparently, going through insane radiation sickness wasn't sensational enough.
I was lucky to have survived having gone my first 5 years of life with a heart valve that was back bleeding.
I also cannot tell when I'm having a ear infection unless liquid comes oozing out. I have had some many in my life that they just don't hurt at all.
when encountering new people i am open and friendly, but mask up as they start saying things that let me know they are not safe people. at some point they become unsettled and go away.
I kicked a decrepit german shepard to death.
WHY?!
Wasn't my fault really, the owner had trained his dog to be aggressive and I was deathly afraid of dogs. The animal escaped the leash and charged me, I don't know if it would have bitten me, but I instinctively kicked it in the face... I'm an extremely overweight guy and was scared shitless, that's propably why my leg had some serious power behind it, so I kicked that poor puppies snout straight into its braincase.
Still have nightmares of that day. Good news is: I have sinced learned to be less afraid and love dogs now. I even regularly put my hand down the throat of a huge japanese Akita Inu who loves me to death and pull on his teeth in play.
Theres a lot of shitty dog owners out there. Also, glad you’re able to work through the phobia.
I went for a walk on the Hudson Bay coast of far northern Ontario once when I was a teenager and we saw a polar bear. We're Indigenous and my family has connections up there so we went to visit them many times when I was growing up.
We had seen the bear a few days before from the safety of a frieghter canoe filled with a group of hunters with high powered rifles. We were in a 24 foot canoe and the bear was a huge adult that was probably about 12 to 15 feet long on four limbs and probably 20 feet standing. We looked at each other for a while and then dad and his hunter relatives fired warning shots next to the bear. The spray of firing a high powered shot in mud and clay is like a mini explosion or a land mine going off. It scared the bear enough that it started running. The land there is completely flat and featureless and the bear was gone on the horizon as a speck in a matter of minutes. We didn't want it near our camp.
My cousin and I went for a walk later, we came across the big claw marks of the adult polar bear in the mud and clay of the seashore. The marks were huge and it looked like it was made by a small backhoe or tractor. Clean cut marks from four huge claws with each limb. We were impressed and measured them with our feet and hands and head. We said to ourselves, hey this thing could tear us apart in seconds.
It was then that we realized, we about an hour long walk back to camp, we're alone and this bear could reappear at any moment and come running or even just walk fast at us from far away in a matter of minutes. All we had were shotguns to go bird hunting and we were just 16 year old kids. And we couldn't really walk fast in the muddy clay and tundra marsh where we were.
If the bear had been anywhere near us that day ... we would have been one of those little box newspapers stories of two teens that got killed by a bear in the northern wilderness.
Context is really important. If he’s an undertaker it might be a bit odd, but a final act of love for his wife.
But if he’s a trucker, for example, that’s more than slightly odd.
He was a very occasional funeral director when he was sober enough to run one on behalf of his friend who owned the home. He wasn't even professionally trained at any of it, but yeah for some reason they let him embalm her and so her hair and makeup and all. I guess in small towns it's not that uncommon for the undertaker to make up their relatives, but my guess would be that it's a big no no to embalm them even when you are the undertaker, which my neighbour definitely wasn't. It's amazing what an old boys club small town boomer friendship can result in.
As odd as he was and usually full of a barrel of terrible whiskey, I still miss him. We generally agree that he committed suicide.
I'm pretty sure I've read the exact post. Same picture, same title. It was over a year ago. Might have been on reddit, I'm not sure anymore.
I spend time on google maps just browsing, learning where different places are in the world.
One time someone put a burred out map showing their location and I knew exactly where they were.
I promise never to use this power for evil.
I do a band count before I start peeing into the toilet….
“A-one, a-two, a-one-two-three-four!” peeeeeeeeeeeee
I then usually start singing a tv show theme song like Happy Days as I keep the flow going. Disturbed yet?
The town's undertaker embalms everyone who does not embalm themselves. Who embalms the undertaker?
Always two there are, a master and an apprentice.