You got it. I can easily assume, but I wanted to know for sure. Ingredient lists would’ve been far more helpful than Quora.

bullshit options with shit ass quora usually at the top. Who dafuq uses quora?

I wonder the same thing. I used it once, and only once, in my life. I had been trying to find vegan birthday candles and having no luck finding sources for the wax (since I was explicitly avoiding beeswax), so I asked Quora where I could find vegan candles. The answer I got?

“Don’t eat birthday candles.”

Uhhh…

Apparently whatever fool worked there had no idea that “vegan” is a lifestyle, that goes beyond food. The question was closed and I had no way to appeal or add information. Fantastic.

It’s probably easier to have faith in the American people when you aren’t surrounded by American people. Those of us who live here know better than to expect much from the brainwashed.

I can’t tell if this is true or not.

Considering that Trump has taken ignorance-based misinformation to a whole new level, it seems only fitting that “that sounds so absurd, it’s plausible he said that” has and/or will become part of his legacy.

its pretty edgy to get yourself thrown into jail for something stupid you know will put you there.

If your highest goal is self-preservation, then yeah, it doesn’t make sense. However, protestors like this usually care about something more important than themselves. It’s what drives them to put themselves out there, knowing they could be at risk for doing so.

I’m sure we could disagree on what specific things would make sense to potentially sacrifice one’s self for, but I hope the simple idea of something being that important at all is relatable. For some it’s their rights, for some it’s their religion, and for some it’s their family, but either way, most people can think of something they consider more important than themselves. It’s that importance that compels people to defend it, despite the personal danger for doing so.

Such a silly argument. Contributing genetics isn’t the only way to influence future generations. I may not be a parent, but I (and many more people) educate others’ children every day.

Just because someone doesn’t bring a kid into the world doesn’t mean they’re giving up on the future. Individualist cultures may have people thinking that nuclear families are the end-all, be-all of child-rearing, but it still “takes a village.”

My 7th grade English teacher didn’t let our class use the word “nice.” She considered it a lazy word, one easily replaceable by a variety of adjectives without any meaning being lost. Every time we thought to use the word “nice,” we were challenged to explore our vocabulary and come up with something more fitting and descriptive.

Therefore, the argument that there is no better word to describe one’s self than “nice” is weak. English is a rich language full of diverse vocabulary, much of which carries more powerful meanings than “nice.” If 12 year olds could do it, I’m sure you could too.

I work from home 10-20 hours a day.

That’s fair. Drinking at one’s workplace is usually frowned upon.

This is the way. To cycle through several times may take years, but over time all the bits of practice add up. Until one day, you look at what you’ve created, and realize that you’ve actually gotten quite skilled.

When I started using a camera as a teen, I didn’t let people call me a “photographer.” I was just “a person who likes taking pictures.” To me, being a “photographer” implied possessing skills and purpose beyond what I’d had.

A few years later, I came across some blog about various artistic principles, including ratios and framing. I went back through some of my favorite shots and was surprised to realize they already followed those rules. Apparently, over the years, I’d picked up a bunch of photography skills that people take classes to learn. It just took tons of practice and experimentation, which I returned to in cycles.

Haha, this is what I say, too! “My hobby is collecting new hobbies.” There are supplies for no fewer than five types of crafts on my living room table right now. (Also water bottles, several video game controllers, a solved Rubik’s cube, my medications, and some cannabis paraphernalia.)

You clearly never saw me in my “edamame everyday” phase.

Wait, what? Where’d you hear that from? I’m on .world and my home internet is hard wired to a VPN. I’ve never had a problem.

Not OP, but I can see their point. I may have a different perspective from them, though.

Dreams aren’t simply movies our brains make up. They are multi-sensory beyond sight and sound. In particular, I can feel things in my dreams. Not just textures, but emotions. Those emotions include enthusiasm for nonsensical ideas that take place in those dreams, or fears based on abstract concepts expressed through metaphors (but that wouldn’t make sense IRL.) I’d say that emotion is key to our enjoyment of dreams, and that emotion comes from inside us. Without it, we’d basically be watching abstract art films and wondering, “This is weirder than I remember. Why did I like this so much before?”

Can such a dream-capturing device recreate all the emotions present in the dream?

But also, would we really want a device that could force someone into experiencing something so intense? It sounds like something that could easily be used to manipulate people, and that worries me.

It bugs me how I get some of my best ideas while driving.

I’ve had a number of “car journals” throughout my life, because sometimes I just have to pull over and write some thoughts out.

It sounds to me like the sleep paralysis episode began, then you realized you weren’t awake.

Our brains are really good at rationalizing all sorts of experiences. A lot of “editing” goes on in our brains between initially receiving a sensation, and becoming consciously aware of the sensation. Sometimes it can even trick us into believing things happened in a different order than they really did.

The fact that you felt a sense of panic, which is a typical reaction to sleep paralysis, makes me think some part of your brain became aware of the paralysis by that point. All parts of our brains don’t wake up simultaneously - deeper, older parts usually wake up before the outer, younger neocortex (where rational thoughts and impulse control take place.)

The awoken amygdala can send out panic alarms due to the body being paralyzed, but the young, rational part of the brain is still mid-waking up. As you begin to gain awareness, you could simultaneously realize you’re in an altered state of consciousness, but also feel terrified for no clear reason.

So, good news! You probably didn’t do anything to cause the sleep paralysis (except maybe by sleeping on your back?)

I could feel this. Like how the person you were with was your sister, but also not your sister. You had a sense of familiarity with whoever you were traveling with, the same feeling as when around your sister. But at the same time, she wasn’t literally your actual sister. It makes sense in dream-thought, even if it doesn’t make sense in awake, logical thoughts.

I could imagine dreaming that whole thing out myself (except maybe the being in England part, since I’ve never been there.)

I don’t want full lucidity, because I like seeing what my subconscious comes up with. I have enough control to steer dreams away from things I find unpleasant, and I’m happy with that.

But I also have recurring “places” I go to in my dreams. There’s one particular place I enjoy going to, which feels like close to Florida (in my mental GPS) and has an eastern coast, but its geography otherwise is more like southern California, with mountains and rocky beaches/islands. It has the games, rides, and boardwalks of New Jersey, as well as an unlit stretch of a moonless beach that I once experienced in Delaware. (I was a child, and I vividly remember walking into a pitch black void, hearing the waves crashing, but not knowing how far away the water was. My family was ahead of me and kept telling me to keep going. That moment comes up a lot when I think about the future.)

Anyway, I’ve spent dream times all over that place. Sometimes it’s part of a road trip and I’m just traveling through, sometimes I’m visiting people who live there, sometimes there are events going on, or I need to navigate a busy, multi-story shopping mall.

It’s a pretty pleasant place, honestly.

I’ll be leaving my phone at home, and writing my lawyer’s phone number on my body.

I strongly recommend others do the same.

Wait, didn’t you post almost the exact thing in this same thread just a few hours after this?

I’m not complaining, I like the comments and I agree with them. I just felt deja vu reading this and when I scrolled back up to see the same username, I was like, “huh, maybe there was a glitch?”

Or a song repeats on full-blast inside your head, drowning out your own thoughts, all because a car drove by an hour ago with the windows down and that song was on their radio. Now your brain won’t turn it off.

My brain also does this neat/annoying trick where it connects details I see or experience with details from song lyrics. Like, I could have to stand on a corner waiting to cross a street, and my brain will decide to start playing, Take it Easy by The Eagles for the rest of the day… just because I was “standing on a corner” (though not in Winslow, Arizona.)

Some people think I have an irrationally strong negative reaction to catchy “ear worm” songs… but I figure it’s because such songs aren’t as debilitating to most people. For me, when songs take over my brain like this, I can’t think a single sentence straight through. They legit hijack my brain and I’ve never learned a way to make it stop.* It’s as distressing as it is distracting.

* I haven’t learned a way to make it stop in the moment. However, I have found that anti-depressants help prevent this from happening overall. Just as negative thoughts stop looping through my mind when I maintain my Lexapro, songs are less likely to get stuck in my head. Just an interesting sidenote.