I was DEEP in a K-Hole in my early 20s, laying in bed, floating through space, watching scenes from my past on tiles attached to a huge structure floating through space.
I realized that if I don’t like someone, I never have to see them again; I can just delete them from my life. If I don’t want to do things, I can just say no. If I don’t want to go somewhere, I can just… not. If I don’t like where I am, I can just leave any time.
It changed my life completely. I now only see awesome people and I stay home almost all the time with my partner and cats. I love it.
I’d legitimately rather be a housecat.
That you can be at a city park, minding your own business while drinking a beer, and every now and then some totally sober Karen will come up all belligerent threatening to call the law, just because I’m drinking a beer.
For reference, the cops don’t care if people drink beer at our park, as long as nobody acts a fool and people clean up after themselves. Hell, even our city mayor will occasionally host events out here and he’ll drink a beer or three.
Pretty ironic that a sober person would be belligerent and threatening to a guy just sipping on a beer and not saying or doing anything except maybe browsing Lemmy or watching YouTube videos.
Like, how is it that me drinking a beer peacefully can cause random sober people to act a fool?
“Your past isn’t really your past, it’s just what you remember.” – Courtesy of some dank edibles.
Deja Vu is just an error with how we save memories.
It skips working memory, short term memory, and goes straight into long term memory so everything we experience feels like we’re remembering it, but no matter how hard you try you can’t remember the future.
During certain recreational activities, it can last long enough to realize what’s happening. Normally you just get a brief moment of it till shit gets straightened out.
Alright, so here’s my craziest deja vu moment.
I’m a teenager and I’m sitting around the table with my buddies, and somebody says something that makes me think “woah, deja vu” and I remember that after that phrase was said, Tony would stand up and get some water. There was a brief moment where I knew what was about to happen, and sure enough, Tony stood up and got some water. That was as far as it lasted and it never happened since, but it blew my mind at the time. Still does honestly.
When I was younger I used to have these dreams from time to time where some mundane unimportant things were happening. Like walking through the parking lot of my school with classmates to go to gym class. And then it would happen just as in the dream. They would happen some days, weeks sometimes years after these dreams. And I would remember the dream in that moment and think ‘deja vu’.
When I took acid as a teenager in the 90s, I was tripping balls and realized that entertainment or anything that occupies that mind that we enjoy, in essence makes time seemingly go by faster. Therefor, the more you entertain your brain, the quicker you approach your demise. It really groundbreaking for me at the time. I swore I might just stare at a clock for the rest of my days just to make time seemingly like it passes slower to savor my mortality lol
Memory is a funny thing. If you don’t fill your days with stimulation, the day drags on. But when you look back on that time, you find that you’re not forming many new memories, so the perceived time is shorter. The days get longer and the years get shorter.
Life is often shorter than we’d like, it seems a shame not to try and fill it with new experiences
