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I smoke crack twice a week. You stay sober everyday. Guess which one of us is winning?

    I smoke crack twice a week. You stay sober everyday. Guess which one of us is winning?
    
    Let me break something down for the willfully average: not all drug use is created equal. Not everyone who smokes crack is a “crackhead.” That’s a word you use to simplify a world you don’t understand. I smoke crack twice a week. Like clockwork. Not out of addiction, not out of desperation, but because I’ve discovered something 99% of you never will: how to weaponize intensity.
    
    Let me paint a picture.
    
    I wake up at 5:12 a.m. I don’t need an alarm. My body just knows. I drink a glass of water (with electrolytes, obviously), I stretch, I thank God or the simulation or whatever runs this world, then I sit cross-legged in complete silence until I feel it’s time. Then I smoke crack. One or two hits. Not to get "high." I’m not chasing a feeling. I’m tuning my brain like a Formula 1 car before a race.
    
    And then the day begins.
    
    By 6:00 a.m. I’ve already reorganized my entire file system, built out a Notion template for the next five years of my life, cleaned the grout between every bathroom tile, and written three emails that get read like poetry.
    
    You know what the average sober person is doing at 6:00 a.m.? Snoozing an alarm on a mattress that smells like anxiety and broken dreams. You stumble to the kitchen and think you’re a warrior because you made black coffee without sugar. That’s your peak. That’s the big flex for your day.
    
    Meanwhile I’ve already conquered tasks you’ve been procrastinating for a year.
    
    Let’s keep going.
    
    The mailman walks by my apartment every morning. He’s got that defeated look in his eye. Like his soul left his body in 2009 and nobody told him. He moves like time is a punishment. I wave to him. He doesn’t wave back. I don’t blame him. He probably saw me through the blinds, shirtless, typing 160 WPM while doing calf raises and thought, “Why isn’t that me?” But he’ll never ask. Too much pride. Too little energy.
    
    Cops drive by. I nod. I have nothing to fear. You think they’re scary? I’ve stared into the core of my psyche on a Tuesday afternoon while my oven made whispering noises. I’ve already made peace with chaos. A badge doesn’t scare me. A Glock doesn’t scare me. I've fought ego death with nothing but a cracked screen and Bluetooth jazz.
    
    My neighbor is a sober guy. He drinks kombucha and listens to Joe Rogan. He meal preps. He’s got a vision board and a 401(k). He also has dead eyes. I asked him once what he thinks about when he’s alone. He said “usually just work stuff or fantasy football.” I almost cried. That’s it? That’s the entire inner world of the "healthy" man? No visions? No cosmic jokes? No wars between angels and intrusive thoughts?
    
    You ever feel your cells vibrate like a symphony of pure intent? No? I have. Last Thursday. On crack.
    
    I’ve had moments on this substance where time split open like a rotten fruit and I saw everything. Every lie, every truth, every reason we fear honesty. I’ve smoked crack and realized I was still in love with a girl from 6th grade, then laughed about it and rewired the emotional circuit live on the spot. Can kombucha do that? Can cold showers do that?
    
    I doubt it.
    
    I’m not saying you should smoke crack. In fact, most of you shouldn’t. You don’t have the structure, the ritual, the respect for power. You’re the type of people who drink six beers and text your ex like a feral animal. You can’t even handle McDonald’s responsibly. Crack would eat you alive. But me? I broke it down. I studied it. I conquered it. And now it serves me.
    
    My brain is sharper than yours. My thoughts are faster. My fears are smaller. My output is massive. You fear “losing control.” I lost it once and realized there was nothing to fear in the first place.
    
    So next time you judge a smoker like me, remember: you’re not better because you’re sober. You’re just slower, duller, and probably still lying to yourself about why you wake up tired every day despite 8 hours of sleep.
    
    Enjoy your avocado toast and your podcasts. I’ll be in the Clarity Zone, rewriting the software of existence with a smile on my face and a Bic in my hand.

    How to grind my junk (respectfully) on a ladies trunk?

      How to grind my junk (respectfully) on a ladies trunk?
      
      So I go to raves solo fairly often, as I’m Pringle, but I like to get down and I shake my little ass all night. Ironically though I’m very shy and I give people a wide berth most times. However, every now and then a slick lil mama will sort of position herself near me, like right on me sort of egging me on, like her friends will be behind me and say “I know you want to(?) and when I just keep to myself she moves away and laughs with her friends about how I’m a pussy that wouldn’t go for it. So how can I make that leap? I don’t wanna be all “umm excuse me miss, you seem to be very near my penis” but I also don’t wanna be out here grabbing cat. So tell me, how can I be smooth with it?
      
      Edit: For more context, last night was a dubstep show and at one point a pit opened up and one of the ladies that was kind of dancing on me from before picked me out from across the pit and full on tackled me! I thought “oh my goodness what are these feelings? Who is this person? I love you” and then the pit closed and she was gone :( what then, huh??
      
      Edit edit: if girl from rave last night is reading this…flutters eyelashes blows kiss

      I don’t know why, but when you play Captain America, it feels like you’re actually in the game as him.

        I don’t know why, but when you play Captain America, it feels like you’re actually in the game as him. You don’t “play” as the Captain, it becomes your lifestyle, a full time career with no breaks.
        
        It feels like you instantly become the most dedicated player in the lobby. It isn’t about the ranks, battle passes, and cosmetics at all, it’s about the message.
        
        Each shield toss isn’t just a move, it’s an oath! Every block, is a stand for morality! Every charge signifies an unyielding dedication to truth, freedom, and pure justice… of punching your enemy supports in the face nonstop!
        
        When there’s a Captain on the enemy team (and a good one at that) forget about getting healed, because we have one mission: To harass the enemy supports at all costs! You might be spamming your ping for heals all game, but your supports are too busy getting abused by the walking embodiment of freedom and justice!
        
        Last but not least: The grind. Captain America mains work very hard for their kills. Every elimination involves calculated effort, determination, and sheer willpower of American determination. Which is why the community came up with what is called “Capflation.” A special economic system where every stat is tripled in numbers, so if you go 11-2 with the Captain, that’s 33-2, since their elimination required more sweat and patriotism more than everyone in the lobby.
        
        TL;DR: At the end of the day, this is what makes Captain America mains the most dedicated players in Marvel Rivals! This isn’t just a “character/hero” to us. It’s a lifestyle! (Glaze over)

        To the daughter of the woman I hooked up with last night

          Part of a series of college/university copypasta that started from Reddit.

          To the daughter of the woman I hooked up with last night 
          
          I met her at Lion and she told me you were a sophomore studying plant biotechnology and she said you brought her out to have fun but then abandoned her to talk to “some redheaded beanpole.”
          
          Was really uncool of you to leave your mom alone like that especially since she doesnt even drink. Dunno why you would take her to Lion in the first place. just wanted to let you know I took care of her and that she’s really sweet and you should be more grateful for her.
          
          Edit: Guys we’ve been texting and I got her recipe for sweet potato casserole. Made it for dinner today and TBH it’s even better than the sex

          Virginia Tech

          To the daughter of the woman I hooked up with last night 
          
          I met her at TOTS Saturday night and she told me you were a sophomore studying neuro and she said you brought her out to have fun but then abandoned her to talk to “some redheaded beanpole.”
          
          Was really uncool of you to leave your mom alone like that especially since she doesnt even drink. Dunno why you would take her to TOTS in the first place. just wanted to let you know I took care of her and that she’s really sweet and you should be more grateful for her.

          University of South Florida

          I met her at the Ivy Saturday night and she told me you were a sophomore studying neuro and she said you brought her out to have fun but then abandoned her to talk to “some redheaded beanpole.”
          
          Was really uncool of you to leave your mom alone like that especially since she doesnt even drink. Dunno why you would take her to the Ivy in the first place. just wanted to let you know I took care of her and that she’s really sweet and you should be more grateful for her.

          As an individual with ADHD (and other neurodivergence), I am absolutely HYPNOTIZED by Kendrick’s latest songs

            As an individual with ADHD (and other neurodivergence), I am absolutely HYPNOTIZED by Kendrick's latest songs, especially euphoria. The way he speaks/enunciates is just pure Mind Medicine. 
            
            The enunciation, diction, syntax... it massages my brain something fierce!
            
            Kendrick's wordplay and lyrical abilities are literally undeniable, he has a damn Pulitzer. I already knew I very much loved the intellectual layers in his music and the way the wordplay engages my mind while the beat engages dat booty. I look like I'm being attacked by a swarm of invisible bees while in the midst of a gran mal seizure but that is neither here nor there.
            
            What is here and there and everywhere in my brain is the way he pronounces his "T's" in
            
            Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T
            You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me
            He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet
            
            And way he lowered his voice on whoopin' feet.
            And the way he says YNW Melly.
            And the way he says "Gunna Wunna look like a saint."
            
            I can't stop listening. Just pure, straight up mental medicine.
            
            Anyone catch my vibes? Any lines in particular in any of his songs that really strike a chord and soothe your brain?
            To be Fair, You Have to Have a Very High IQ to Understand Kendrick Lamar.  As an individual with ADHD (and other neurodivergence), I am absolutely HYPNOTIZED by Kendrick's latest songs, especially euphoria. The way he speaks/ enunciates is just pure Mind Medicine. Discussion Join The enunciation, diction, syntax... it massages my brain something fierce! Kendrick's wordplay and lyrical abilities are literally undeniable, he has a damn Pulitzer. I already knew I very much loved the intellectual layers in his music and the way the wordplay engages my mind while the beat engages dat booty. I look like I'm being attacked by a swarm of invisible bees while in the midst of a gran mal seizure but that is neither here nor there. What is here and there and everywhere in my brain is the way he pronounces his "T's" in Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet And way he lowered his voice on whoopin' feet. And the way he says YNW Melly. And the way he says "Gunna Wunna look like a saint." I can't stop listening. Just pure, straight up mental medicine Anyone catch my vibes? Any lines in particular in any of his songs that really strike a chord and soothe your brain? 

            The Severance world is surrealist. Understanding this very basic fact is imperative to understanding the show.

              The Severance world is surrealist. It's odd, fantastic, dreamlike, even nightmarish. There are elements that are bizarre, kafkaesque. There are elements of magical realism. Things just are the way they are because that is the nature of this world. It's familiar and similar to our world but it's askew. It is not our world. People talk of plausibilities forgetting that a hill covered in goats in an office building would not have been considered plausible yet there it is. Too many people seem not to realize they are walking through a funhouse mirror maze, a Twilight Zone reality, not your own reality. Understanding this very basic fact is imperative to understanding the show.