Aged 32, finding each year more enjoyable as I grow into a career and have more disposable income

Probably shouldn’t have been bringing up my heavy experiences on your light hearted post. Just recently recovered so still marvelling at how thoroughly it messes up your shit.

I had a horrible experience with psychosis earlier this year. The thing I never grasped before is how none of it appears like a hallucination like adventurous people might have experienced in other contexts. The whole thing appears real and totally credible. I had the spotlight effect and had become convinced there was some kind of conspiracy against me where the neighbours had dispatched assassins to my flat.

I seriously doubt someone in the throws of a psychotic episode is able to consent in a meaningful way.

Many people post online because they want to have an argument or bait other people into an argument. I’m not sure how you can correct a fundamental human flaw in a specific online community.

Given my work as a dev I’ve pretty much always got BBC Sounds on in the background while I’m working. Mainly Radio4 but also Radio6 for music and sometimes sports on Radio5 (Australian Open tennis is a personal favourite for cold winter mornings.)

Actual hottake unlike the OP

I work at a big company that advertises often at big events. We have internal discussions about making the ads less obnoxious.

Personally I get sleep paralysis almost weekly. It’s always disembodied voices as opposed to incubus’ or succubus’ (I wish!)

Accidentally doxxed myself the other day on IRC by repeating my Dad’s favourite dream anecdote. A psychicatrist (or philosopher depending on when he tells it) has a dream that he’d invented the funniest joke of all time, was famous and doing tours of SNL and others just telling the joke. He woke up in the night remembering it and it was just gibberish when he looked in the morning. I said I wasn’t sure if my Dad had just made it up. Someone looked for sources online and the only source was my Dad’s blog which had pictures of me at my wedding on it. Trying to keep this vague to avoid doxxing myself again. My life is basically Big Fish where my Dad loves to tell tall tales like this. Fortunately not too affected by this foible unless I mention it online. Looking forward to seeing the psychiatrist/philosopher at his funeral to be proved wrong like the end of that movie.