Posted 12/13/2010 7:45 am
And as for ossifying neural plasticity, there is no such thing. As a person grows older the brain become more plastic. It becomes more efficient.
what are you twelve? you're one out of 68 billion people in this world. what makes you so special? what purpose can you possibly have aside from dying(which can happen tommorrow) and nobody giving a shit?
what are you twelve? you're one out of 68 billion people in this world. what makes you so special? what purpose can you possibly have aside from dying(which can happen tommorrow) and nobody giving a shit?
You likely meant 6.8 billion.
I am not special. I am no snowflake. But I enjoy being alive. I enjoy the fact that I can jump over a small river and entertain a child. I can still use SPSS and do some killer market research.
I can explore. let me repeat: I can fucking explore. I can turn over a stone and find another fossil (as I did in my youth).
There is truly never a reason to be depressed. Challenge yourself and explore. Never compare yourself to another. There are many people who have tons of dough, nice vehicle, great standard of living. You may never be this person, or achieve similar material gain.
But this is ok. Utilize your mind. Explore. There is so much that is undiscovered.
I am not special. I am no snowflake. But I enjoy being alive. I enjoy the fact that I can jump over a small river and entertain a child. I can still use SPSS and do some killer market research.
I can explore. let me repeat: I can fucking explore. I can turn over a stone and find another fossil (as I did in my youth).
There is truly never a reason to be depressed. Challenge yourself and explore. Never compare yourself to another. There are many people who have tons of dough, nice vehicle, great standard of living. You may never be this person, or achieve similar material gain.
But this is ok. Utilize your mind. Explore. There is so much that is undiscovered.
I am not special. I am no snowflake. But I enjoy being alive. I enjoy the fact that I can jump over a small river and entertain a child. I can still use SPSS and do some killer market research.
I can explore. let me repeat: I can fucking explore. I can turn over a stone and find another fossil (as I did in my youth).
There is truly never a reason to be depressed. Challenge yourself and explore. Never compare yourself to another. There are many people who have tons of dough, nice vehicle, great standard of living. You may never be this person, or achieve similar material gain.
But this is ok. Utilize your mind. Explore. There is so much that is undiscovered.
I am not special. I am no snowflake. But I enjoy being alive. I enjoy the fact that I can jump over a small river and entertain a child. I can still use SPSS and do some killer market research.
I can explore. let me repeat: I can fucking explore. I can turn over a stone and find another fossil (as I did in my youth).
There is truly never a reason to be depressed. Challenge yourself and explore. Never compare yourself to another. There are many people who have tons of dough, nice vehicle, great standard of living. You may never be this person, or achieve similar material gain.
But this is ok. Utilize your mind. Explore. There is so much that is undiscovered.
Are you high? Please list the meds that you've been on.
I had my first bout of severe depression at about age 11.
Had a total breakdown at 30.
Ask me anything.
Mine was far earlier. At approximately age 5 or 6 I had a fever resulting in a temperature of 106. I foamed at the mouth and nearly died. I had to take epileptic medicine for at least a year. About a year later I took a BBQ fork thing and threatened to kill myself right in front of my parents. I must have been seven.
But I survived. And I continue to survive. It is your duty to survive and attempt to bring as much good cheer to those who may need it.
Posted 12/13/2010 8:05 am
Treading the dead world under like rats on a wheel. The nights dead still and deader black. So cold. They talked hardly at all. He coughed all the time and the boy watched him spitting blood.
Slumping along. Filthy, ragged, hopeless. He'd stop and lean on the cart and the boy would go on and then stop and look back and he would raise his weeping eyes and see him standing there in the road looking back at him from some unimaginable future, glowing in that waste like a tabernacle.
The road crossed a dried slough where pipes of ice stood out of the frozen mud like formations in a cave. The remains of an old fire by the side of the road. Beyond that a long concrete causeway. A dead swamp. Dead trees standing out of the gray water trailing gray and relic hagmoss. The silky spills of ash against the curbing. He stood leaning on the gritty concrete rail. Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular.
Treading the dead world under like rats on a wheel. The nights dead still and deader black. So cold. They talked hardly at all. He coughed all the time and the boy watched him spitting blood.
Slumping along. Filthy, ragged, hopeless. He'd stop and lean on the cart and the boy would go on and then stop and look back and he would raise his weeping eyes and see him standing there in the road looking back at him from some unimaginable future, glowing in that waste like a tabernacle.
The road crossed a dried slough where pipes of ice stood out of the frozen mud like formations in a cave. The remains of an old fire by the side of the road. Beyond that a long concrete causeway. A dead swamp. Dead trees standing out of the gray water trailing gray and relic hagmoss. The silky spills of ash against the curbing. He stood leaning on the gritty concrete rail. Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular.