Salvia Divinorum
At one point in time I could probably have been convinced to try a lot of things. Fortunately for me (probably) Salvia Divinorum was the first thing I tried after marijuana, and it so thoroughly destroyed any notion I had that I could control my experience that it put me off trying just about everything else I was curious about.
Thank god the entire experience is single digit minutes.
Thanks, I’ll check it out, though it’s going to take more than motivational books to pull the US out of the current nosedive…
I did not know that either thank you!
That’s a pretty good analogy IMO.
Does EVERY axis in life have to be fucked up at the same time?
Can we have one thing that is just doing ok?
Government - fucked.
Education - fucked.
Healthcare - fucked.
Environment - fucked.
Societal and Social Cohesion - fucked.
Wealth Inequality - fucked.
Personal Technological Autonomy - fucked, and under continuous attack.
Technological Enshittification - Running like gangbusters. So really - fucked.
Damn, someone give me some kind of ladder to climb out of this pit of despair.
Mine started the moment I heard they cancelled their DEI initiatives, and it almost began when they caved to the bigots about Pride month 2 Junes ago.
Let’s make their stock trend look like Tesla’s now does!
Trump: My hand- uh, manager will be back soon. He’s the one in the black ballcap.
Thanks buddy. 🙂
I’m mid-switching.
Well, I didn’t just stop believing it all this morning. It’s been a process. This is just the nail in the coffin.
Yeah, I’ve been referring to them as the Gilead Party fairly often since the show came out. (I missed the book somehow.)
Oh yeah, 100% for sure I will die of old age before we have recovered (whatever that will mean in this context) from this. I wish I was wealthy enough to do more than just hope really hard I can keep my family safe until then.
The myth of checks and balances.
The myth of (checks notes) every single admirable or positive aspect I was raised to believe was true about our system of government and our values as a nation.
I’m in my 50s. Somewhere WAY down the list of shit that I’m absolutely furious about is that I can no longer pretend that a single thing about US values or the resilient and balanced design of our government has turned out to be true.
Every single thing that has ever benefitted non-wealthy non-white non-male non-straight or non-cis people in the US has been hard won with blood over decades or centuries. And we’re well on the way to undoing nearly all of those after not even two months of a despot in office.
Every thing I have ever been taught about what made the US great or special or even good has been a lie. It’s very plain to see now. It turns out we had some elected people superficially following the rules, and that was really the only thing keeping it all together.
instead choosing to design a device for a paranoid ketamine addicted indoor boy who wouldn’t be capable of surviving the apocalypse he envisioned the truck for without someone else heating his canned baked beans for him
If President Musk and VP Trump manage to actually destroy the country, I hope I live long enough to laugh at how quickly every last Cybertruck becomes an unusable hunk of stainless steel rotting away wherever it gasped its final breath.
Or like the sort of thing a hostile foreign government might really want to have happen to the US…
Good thing we have agent Krasnov at the helm.
how low do we have to go before everyone wakes up and sees this orange shitstain for what he is?
I don’t think anyone capable of seeing it doesn’t already see it. We have to make it through these four years as a nation and somehow move forward despite them all.
If congress somehow gets Trump removed via impeachment or similar means (I know the chances are near zero) I fully expect magas to be shooting people in the streets a day later, or a much more violent Jan 6 style event.
I had no hallucinations - they may have been inhibited by my absolute panic.
It was a very long time ago for me but from what I can recall -
I felt immediately mostly disconnected from my body, and like I was constantly falling or about to fall. I essentially laid there starfished on the bed telling myself over and over that it was supposed to be really short and wondering if I’d just killed myself until it passed, then got up and decided I’d never touch that shit again.