Since I have so many insane thoughts flowing through my brain at any given moment, I thought I should start a thread for people like me to share thoughts that cannot fairly be called random, but are mostly just wild and (arguably) crazy.
Recently I had another weird hallucination in the early hours of the morning. It was mostly just ghostly apparitions and haunting music in my ears… Very strange, but the stranger thing is that it felt very real, and I’m not sure how to react to that.
Lately I’ve been extremely preoccupied with thoughts of the past, so much so that I’m forgetting the future. I’m always thinking about how I would redo the past events I failed that resulted in tragic disaster. Not only that but just thoughts of the past in general: school, old jobs, previous hopes, and old friends of yesteryear now long dead. Maybe it’s just a natural part of progressing through adulthood yet I’d rather not dwell, but I can’t help it.
Another thing I have noticed is that while I do not believe the people who say rock music has evil powers (and other such nonsense) I do think that music has the potential to amplify insanity, as when I’m hearing some of my favorite, rockin’ music I tend to be at my most uncontrollable mentally and physically. Just a thought though, I’m not sure if anyone else here experiences that.
The Person in Question
Lately I’ve been extremely preoccupied with thoughts of the past, so much so that I’m forgetting the future. I’m always thinking about how I would redo the past events I failed that resulted in tragic disaster.
I don’t recall hijacking your account and posting this.
These days, all of off-topic is essentially this thread.
It bums me out.
Since I have so many insane thoughts flowing through my brain at any given moment, I thought I should start a thread for people like me to share thoughts that cannot fairly be called random, but are mostly just wild and (arguably) crazy.
Recently I had another weird hallucination in the early hours of the morning. It was mostly just ghostly apparitions and haunting music in my ears… Very strange, but the stranger thing is that it felt very real, and I’m not sure how to react to that.
Lately I’ve been extremely preoccupied with thoughts of the past, so much so that I’m forgetting the future. I’m always thinking about how I would redo the past events I failed that resulted in tragic disaster. Not only that but just thoughts of the past in general: school, old jobs, previous hopes, and old friends of yesteryear now long dead. Maybe it’s just a natural part of progressing through adulthood yet I’d rather not dwell, but I can’t help it.
Another thing I have noticed is that while I do not believe the people who say rock music has evil powers (and other such nonsense) I do think that music has the potential to amplify insanity, as when I’m hearing some of my favorite, rockin’ music I tend to be at my most uncontrollable mentally and physically. Just a thought though, I’m not sure if anyone else here experiences that.
Your possible obsession with past events is certainly understandable…it is an affliction that affects many of a similar temperament…and given that music is essentially an amplifier of emotion it seems reasonable to assume it would have an impact on your mentality of the moment. Indeed it would equally certainly affect one physically as well inasmuch as it might cause one’s heart to speed up or slow down and create a strong desire to, perhaps…dance. I am not certain if this is to what you were referring…?
I was once…but now I’m not… Further: zyzzogeton
“It wasn’t the flood that destroyed the pantry…”
I’ve been preoccupied with it but it certainly has not hindered my career or life beyond keeping me up. I also am not angry or bitter about it, but rather am just pondering it.
Sorry to disappoint you TV’s, but this wasn’t meant to be a plea for consolation so much as just a thread to share bizarre considerations.
Post Praetorian said:
Indeed it would equally certainly affect one physically as well inasmuch as it might cause one’s heart to speed up or slow down and create a strong desire to, perhaps…dance. I am not certain if this is to what you were referring…?
Oh yeah, I dance, I just dance like I’m having a seizure. The only way I know how! 😉
The Person in Question
There are lots of situations which cause visual and audio hallucinations and the sense of presence in a room. Lack of sleep or sleeping disorders (very likely considering the time you are experiencing these symptoms), undiagnosed epilepsy, use of cannabis all the way to emergent schizophrenia. My advice would be to see a doctor.
Specific genres of anything will not have any difference beyond that you ascribe to it. Your attitudes and responses to art forms could be distorted by a dip in mental health. If you find any kind of stimulus unpleasant you should stop it.
Here are some Tommy Cooper gags :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kn4kH9c0JdA
Sorry to disappoint you TV’s, but this wasn’t meant to be a plea for consolation so much as just a thread to share bizarre considerations.
Not what I meant.
Sorry to disappoint you TV’s, but this wasn’t meant to be a plea for consolation so much as just a thread to share bizarre considerations.
Not what I meant.
Well then way to make a liar out of me!
The Person in Question
I often imagine shooting or stabbing myself through the left hand.
Like metaphorically? As in masturbation?
I swear I heard sirens last night. Not normal sirens like emergency vehicles, they were more like… Hans Zimmer “bwahms” but more high-pitched.
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I recently imagined how my family would react if I somehow got a knife stuck through my hand at Easter dinner but had absolutely no expression of pain on my face when it happened, and just looked at it with no real excitement.
I also had to sit through a presentation recently and I couldn’t stop picturing the speaker just stopping mid-speech and eating his note cards. LOL! I didn’t realize quite how insanely absurd that seems until I typed it out.
The Person in Question
That’s raunchy.
Like metaphorically? As in masturbation?
No, I mean quite literally.
Fortunately, my low tolerance for pain won’t ever let me try anything like that.
THE MONKEY EXPERIMENT
There’s a famous experiment where they keep a bunch of monkeys in a room for an indefinite amount of time. There’s a big white staircase leading up out of the room. Every time a monkey climbs to the top of the staircase, he gets blasted back down the stairs with a hose. When this happens, every monkey in the room also gets blasted with water. This makes them very angry.
Soon, the monkeys have figured it out: beat the shit out of any monkey that starts to climb the stairs. That’s the new rule.
At some point, they remove a monkey and send in a new one. He learns the rule quickly: don’t climb the stairs. And if we’re beating somebody up, join in. One by one, they replace each monkey with a new one who has to learn the rule.
At some point they can turn off the hose. The monkeys will reliably prevent escape. Policing the stairs has become a cultural norm. Eventually, they have this population of monkeys who are trained to beat up any monkey that tries to escape, but don’t even understand why.
The experiment is run by interns who are paid in course credit. Occasionally, an intern finishes the semester and leaves. New interns join the team and everybody explains how to feed the monkeys and how to record the data. But at this point, none of the interns are from the original group, none of them have met the scientists leading this project. Most of the interns don’t fully understand the point of the experiment.
The scientist who began the experiment left long ago. Other researchers were assigned to the project by an administrator in order to keep this valuable experiment running. None of the remaining scientists are actually authors of the paper, or even understand what it’s about.
The administrator supervising the project isn’t terribly involved with it. He just prolongs the experiment because it’s his department’s main source of funding. But he didn’t begin this project, he just inherited it from his predecessor, who is on a leave of absence and hasn’t been seen in some time.
The company funding the experiment has a sum of money they spend annually on scientific research, mainly for tax reasons. But the person who reads and approves grants left last year. The last time anybody saw the man, he handed a huge folder to some new kid and said “make sure these stay funded.” Then he disappeared up a long staircase leading into the sky.
Sounds like a Trump rally.
Sounds like a Trump rally.
Don’t make me fling poo on you…
This definitely sounds like a Trump rally.
Ceci n’est pas une signature.
I love Donald Trump.
The Person in Question
I love Donald Trump.
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SONIC RACES THROUGH THE GREEN FIELDS.
THE SUN RACES THROUGH A BLUE SKY FILLED WITH WHITE CLOUDS.
THE WAYS OF HIS HEART ARE MUCH LIKE THE SUN. SONIC RUNS AND RESTS; THE SUN RISES AND SETS.
DON’T GIVE UP ON THE SUN. DON’T MAKE THE SUN LAUGH AT YOU.
Sometimes I’ll hear a song and think “I remember listening to that when I was little!” But then I learn that the song is too recent for that to be possible or is too obscure for it to have been likely.
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One time I predicted the very song that would come on the radio next. Big Shot by Billy Joel.
The Person in Question
I’ve done that a few times. Most recently was Drive by Incubus.
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One time I predicted the very song that would come on the radio next. Big Shot by Billy Joel.
You had to open up your mouth.
[JEDIT]
Not mad enough for this thread.