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In case I'm perceived as biased or part of BigAntiCalmingTea, I'm consuming a cup right now...
Have you tried the enema method?
No comment (;) [butthole wink]
Are you a the Snow Plow Show fan or are butthole winks from something else I don't know about?
I have no idea. I was just riffing ;)
Riffing. There's a word used far too little, I hope I remember it later so I can use it later. 'joking around', 'kidding' 'just joshing'... I need more riffing in my life.
See Robin Williams
My b-hole winked when I read this.
Maybe. But I think there are also just a lot of people that are not dealing with enough trauma and mental pain (pain-killers/type not specific) that their inner voice stops them from seeking it out.
My dad had a friend with brain cancer. He was in hospice many years ago and knew that I had struggled with addiction. He said he had received hydrocodone and oxycodone after surgeries before (he'd had many) but they always made him nauseous and feel like shit. Then at the end when he was in hospice they gave him a fentanyl patch. He said "MyName, WOW, I FINALLY UNDERSTAND how people can get addicted to this stuff now. This is remarkable!"
Off-topic story: shortly after he passed I was looking for ways to painlessly "catch the bus" on the internet (I'm fine now, this was many moons ago) and bawling my eyes out as I thought about my family and what I'd be putting them through. Suddenly, the piano next to me blasted as if someone had pounded 10 of the keys at once as hard as they possibly could. No pets, no other people home.
I've been through a lot since then and am happy to say I am doing fine now, but that's one of those many WTF moments that turned me from a staunch materialistic atheist into a more spiritually understanding person.
That and the DMT. Only slightly riffing, DMT came way before that.
There's a convention or interpolation wirh regard to opioids/opiates such that:
Yes I was just sharing a side-thought while agreeing and sharing a story.
Not gonna lie, I'm kinda tempted to start a line of rage-inducing Anti-Calming teas...Maybe ephedra or some shit