Dharma Curious (he/him)

The only difference with me is that I don’t want help, either. I want to curl up in a bed, somewhere in a corner of a dark room and not see anyone. I think it’s some animal part of my brain that doesn’t want a potential predator finding me weak and helpless. Leave me in my cave to recover or die

I can’t tell if that’s an actual Japanese sentence with a pretty high loan word content or a sentence written phonetically of a stereotyped Japanese accent…

This is so accurate for me. I’ll attempt to walk off a broken bone, a mountain once stabbed my kidney and I was stoic as shit. But if I have a fever or chills? I require last rites

Is that a fucking movie trailer? Wtaf

Hey, now, don’t tempt me with my dream career

Ha! Honestly, sure, anyone reading this, if you wanna send your pics, go right ahead. Lmao. It’s not going to bother me. Once you’ve seen your first 100 nothing much shocks you anymore, and I’ve seen way more than that.

As someone who just got 2 dick pics a few minutes i just want to say that it does work a lot of the time.

I didn’t know anyone else had that same experience, to be honest. Ive told shrinks and they all just say unusual presentation for anxiety/panic attacks

Edit: hey, actually, if you have any recipes you feel like sharing, I’d be very, very cool with that!

It’s okay. She’s doing much better, just not able to get out of bed anymore. And I absolutely will try that! I love a good dumpling, and that’s such a big way my mom and I bond/spend time together is going over recipes and enjoying food together

Not as bad as I used to, but yeah, if I let myself think at night then I get it really badly. I have to put on sleep meditation videos on YouTube, and I got a Bluetooth sleep mask. If I try to sleep without some kind of distraction it’s pretty bad. Same for driving. Gotta have music or an audiobook or something or I end up having the pull the car over. Constant stimulus, basically.

No shrink has mentioned Alice in wonderland syndrome, I will look that up! I can also do the eyelid thing, but I don’t because it triggers panic attacks

That’s wild!

My story isn’t that crazy. I feel weird/kind of guilty talking about like sometimes, because I know how much worse situations like that are for most people who have been through it. But you can’t help the shit that fucked you up in childhood. Lol

Does your buddy still have contact with his dad?

Oh, no, it was entirely the ganja. Haha. Her mom never had a stuffed grape leaf, I’m fairly certain. Her family is mainly English, on both sides. Some Native American through Mama’s maternal grandmother. My dad’s family is mostly German, some Ashkenazi, and Nordic.

Mama grew up in South Carolina, but I grew up in a big coastal city (Virginia Beach) and we discovered through the incredible restaurants that we love food, especially food from the middle east, Mediterranean, India, and other places. Then we moved to Tennessee, where good food comes to die, so we had to learn to make everything ourselves.

Called a few of our favorite restaurants back home that we were on pretty familiar terms with the folks that owned them and begged them for their recipes, combined that with YouTube channels speaking in languages we didn’t understand, and got pretty good at making great good. I am particularly proud of my Lebanese Shish Taouk, and toum. Though, no one eats much of the toum besides me. I love that stuff, and can eat it with a spoon if I don’t have plans on being near other humans for a while. Haha

Not enough structural integrity. The anus is strong. It would crush a puny Pringles can. Best to fill it with concrete first.

I’ve never heard of Manti, but I’m gonna have to seek that out!

Sarma, on the other hand, I make at least 7 or 8 times a year. We call them dolma, or just stuffed grape leaves. Before my mom ended up bedridden, she and I would have dolma rolling nights, where we’d sit and roll the grape leaves for hours and make an enormous batch of them. I’m kinda shitty at it, and they turn out. Serviceable at best. My mom, though, she rolls them things like she’s been doing it her whole life. Each one perfect. But she grew up rolling joints in the 70s, so I guess the skill translated! Lol

Those are all really fair points. I wish I lived somewhere where people made good food, but alas, I have to wait for church bake sales lol

No worries, thanks for letting me vent. Free therapy lol

Okay, that’s pretty cute. Except for bottom right. Lol

I mean, you control it, and effort and exhaustion don’t exist. Go ride a dinosaur, or schtupp your secret crush

Same. I’ll almost always click the link. I was forged in the fires of the pain Olympics as a preteen, I can deal with just about anything. An old employer used to pay me extra to watch autopsy videos during my lunch break.

But spiders? Nope.

Have you tried lucid dreaming? It’s fairly simple to get into. A lucidity check throughout the day that gives you something to check for in dreams. Mine is placing my fingertips over my nostrils and breathing in. If I can’t breathe, I’m awake, if I can, I’m asleep. Once you get into the habit of doing it you’ll start doing it in your dreams, and as soon as you realize you’re asleep you can take control. Just don’t close your eyes or look in mirrors.