Life Experiences

What’s It Like To Have A Photographic Memory?

August 8, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

I have a semi-photographic memory in that I can remember the content of most anything I’ve read and sometimes visually remember where the information is on the page or how far into the book/article it is.  I don’t generally remember the names of the author or possibly the article/book but can usually find it with the specific information I do remember.  I have almost no autobiographical/experiential memory ability and that usually feels like an unfair price to pay

What is it like?  It’s complicated.  

There are certainly positive ramifications: 

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Confessions Of A Former Heroin Dealer

August 2, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences, TRUTH |

What drug did you sell?

Heroin. Well, it started off years earlier with ecstasy then I moved to cocaine then prescription pills and finally to heroin. I was chasing the biggest profits. When I was selling ecstasy it was because that was my favorite drug and I wanted a little bit of extra money to compliment my regular job. By the time I was selling dope and prescription pills, I had a whole organization and this was my full time job.

What quality/type of heroin did you end up selling?

The highest quality black tar heroin. The connect was so low level that we had to warn people when switching over from another dealer. I know everybody says that but we had a lot of close calls. It was dark almost black but a drier charcoal like that would crumble and turned into dark brown tar when handled or breathed on.


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Confessions Of A Dude Who Wants His Leg Amputated

August 1, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences, TRUTH |

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Confessions Of A Professional Bodybuilding Coach

July 31, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences, TRUTH |

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A Day In The Life Of A Schizophrenic

July 24, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences, TRUTH |

Let me run you through a day in the life of my personal brand of schizophrenia:

7:00 am: Wake up and lay in bed for awhile. Although I live alone, I hear footsteps throughout my apartment. I start wondering whether someone broke in during the night, so I get up to check the lock. Not only is the dead bolt still latched, but the chain is also still in tact; however, the footsteps are still in the kitchen, and I have to check the door and whole apartment at least three more times be sure I’m alone.

7:30 am: I’m taking a nice hot bath, but, as the water is running, I hear a conversation happening just outside the door. I know no one is there because I’ve checked the door, but I can’t help but hear a few people debating about the use of leather vs. cloth seats in cars. I dip my head under the water and try to ignore what’s not there.

8:00 am: Is there something crawling on my leg? When I look down to inspect, there’s nothing. This will happen at least once every half hour throughout the day, so I won’t continue mentioning it.

9:00 am: I’m eating breakfast, and I taste metal when I’m eating my toast, so much so that I can’t finish my food.


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A Few First Hand Accounts Of Different Life Experiences

June 27, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

What is it like to be a Hikikomori?

The Japanese term hikikomori refers to people who avoid personal or social contact and live in self-imposed isolation for an extended period—six months or longer, as defined by the Ministry of Health, Labor, and Welfare. The same term refers to the phenomenon of social withdrawal exhibited by these individuals. The recluses commonly live at home with their parents, holed up in their bedrooms, neither supporting themselves financially nor functioning independently.

I was 16 when I dropped out of public school to finish up online. That is when my prolonged bouts of social isolation started. I had friends, but these friends were people I abused drugs with (to cope with our life circumstances), as they weren’t socially adapted like most people our age.

As time went on I ended up cutting off all contact with them and haven’t contacted them since age 18. I haven’t had a social outing in 5 years. It’s liberating but embarrassing at the same time to be saying that.

I moved out a few days after I turned 18 into an apartment paid for by my parents. I’ve been here in this 2 bed apartment for 5 years. I can go months without leaving my apartment.


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What’s It Like To Go Crazy

June 18, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

I went mad once. I even was institutionalized and put under antipsychotics. I was conscious of it, at first, I guess it was because I’m introverted. I noticed my mind was working awkwardly, logical actions started to seem illogical. Things like Why am I stuck in this line when I could just walk over that table and get to the door?. Another symptom was that the stress was gone, things that normally worried me wouldn’t cause me anxiety. I felt so light, so good, so confident, full of energy (and I haven’t been sleeping well lately), and colors looked brighter. I’m a pretty shy person, but in that time I could talk to anyone of anything without feeling uncomfortable. I was concerned about this changes, so I told my parents that I believed I was going crazy. They told me that there was no way that I was crazy, because crazy people don’t know they are crazy. They told me that my extraversion was a sign of maturity.

Days passed and the symptoms worsened, I stopped sleeping because I found it unnecessary, and not only I kept questioning normality, but also I started questioning reality. If reality is just stimuli interpreted by my brain, then does objetivity actually exists? what is the difference between a dream and reality if both are dependent on the brain? what if reality is just like a non-lucid dream, what if it just had turned lucid, and now I’m able to control it? Maybe that is what people call awakening, maybe that is what people call enlightening, they got it all wrong!. And I googled it, and people talked about life being a dream, and it reinforced my theory.

And then I became a god.


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What Does It Feels Like To Parachute From Space

June 14, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

By Joe Kittinger, 74, retired Air Force test pilot, who formerly held the world parachuting record, 102,800 feet, since 1960

I was in an area where no man had ever been before. I was in a gondola piloting a helium balloon nineteen miles above Earth. I was wearing a pressurized suit, carrying 330 pounds of equipment. You’re very confined. It’s 100 degrees below zero, but I had multiple layers of clothing, so I didn’t feel the cold too much.

Overhead it’s absolutely black. There’s no light whatsoever. And the transition from sky to space is so amazing; you just can’t believe the way the shades of blue blend together. It goes from sky blue to a deep, dark blue to black. It’s completely silent; you can’t hear anything. You can really only hear yourself breathing.

I was over the New Mexico desert and could see four hundred miles in every direction, but I wasn’t there to enjoy the aesthetics of it. I was very pleased to be leaving. The quicker I could get back, the better chance I had of living. I went through my checklist. There were about forty-six items, such as turning on the oxygen supply in my kit. Then I got up, stood at the door, hit the final switch, and jumped.


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Confessions Of A Dude Who Ate Part Of His Amputated Leg

June 13, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |


So my friends and I always had this joke, If you could try human flesh in an ethical and health way, would you. And we always said of course. Well the opportunity came up and I called them on it

What drugs made you decide that it was a good idea to do that?

The drugs were not a factor in the decision That being said, contemplating my death while tripping through space and time while on ketamine in the helicopter did change my outlook on life

You said you only invited people you knew well. Did that feel like an intimate thing? Having people eat you?

It really was. There were some people very dear to me there, who supported me through that time and who’s friendship I will cherish.


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What Does It Feel Like To Change Your Sex

June 7, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

It was my tenth year of marriage when my wife caught me in the middle of the night, cross-dressing in another room. I was forty-two years old. We’d just had our first child. She was devastated.

Eventually my wife and I divorced, and I began to plan my transition, the first step prior to surgery. I wrote a letter and sent it to everyone at work. It was kind of confusing for them because they didn’t know how to address me anymore.

I lived almost a year as a woman before having the surgery. I’d had plenty of practice by that point, so I was probably better off than most transsexuals. It’s not like I looked like a man in a dress.

During transition, I started dating the man who’s now my husband. He actually came with me to the surgery, which I had in Thailand. The technical term is “penile inversion.” After waking up from surgery, you feel a good amount of pain, but not a horrific amount. You wake up and you have this big cast made of bandages. The cast is packed in, and when they start pulling it out, it’s not the most pleasant feeling in the world.


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