Yikes, wow, unfollowing now. Was a big fan of successfully and predictably replicating measurements to prove theories, did NOT know about the total inability to engage meaningfully with the subjective domain of experience.
But yikes, unfollowing now. I was a huge fan of its ability to treat illness using scientific rigor, I did NOT know it pathologized everything it didn’t understand and normalized anything it couldn’t address.
Big yikes, unfollowing now. Was a huge fan of the ability to use numeric values to explore relational truths, did NOT realize it was impossible to do this with any kind of internal consistency without injecting external context and meaning.
HUGE yikes and apologies, unfollowing now, I was a big fan of the way it allowed us to model the universe in terms of cause and effect but I didn’t realize it simply ignored any causes/effects it couldn’t figure out how to measure. smdh
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I take Vyvanse for my ADHD but I don't spend all day thinking about my next pill.
I eat food to stay alive, but I don't spend every moment thinking about my next meal.
And yet with weed if I'm not smoking I'm thinking about it. That feels unhealthy, I'm not using it as a tool.
Last night I was weak, and I ended up putting a ton of pressure on my accountability buddy when they didn't need that kind of pressure. I wasn't looking for support, I was looking for permission to lapse. And only I can give that to me.
I have decided that I want to have a weed relapse. But doing so involves disappointing people I promised to be accountable to. And now I don’t know what to do I feel like I’m betraying myself no matter what choice I make.
I hate that I am an addict.
I stopped smoking because I was smoking too much. But I made a stupid mistake: a couple of days ago I realized I could scrape a tiny bit of resin out of my grinder.
I have had, over the past 3 days, a number of desperate and utterly disappointing resin hits.
“Sobriety” indeed.
Now I’m so so so wired for it, primes, I just want to smoke one for damned bit of actual flower so that I can finish this promise that resin made to my body.