People would know what the last seconds before death actually feels like.

You would just carry over the traumas, without any good memories.

Opinionated software.

I’ve never enjoyed anything at all in my life.

If you use computers enough, from time to time you’ll run into things that make you think “I wish there was a better/easier/faster way to do this”. Then if you know how to program, you can just create a tool to do it for you.

For example, I once made a small calculator app that allowed math on time values instead of basic numbers, so if I did 47*2 it would show 01:34 instead of 94. Some other time I worked some place that played background music all over the building, but something as simple as skipping the current music required going through 4-5 screens in some internal software, so I made a tool that went through those screens for me with a single button click.

Uhhh, but the three examples you gave are not inexplicable.

OK, our reality might have a purpose or meaning given by a god - but then what about that god’s purpose/meaning? Was it given by yet another one higher up? You can keep going up layers like this and finding meaning on each one, but eventually there has to be a final one, a reality that was not designed by anyone. But why does it exist?

Some people may say that there’s no proof that we actually exist. And maybe we don’t, but the fact that we can think and experience things means that even if our reality is somehow fake, there has to be one that isn’t. Because if nothing existed, there would be nothing at all. Not a void, just nothing, not even the possibility of existence. So something, at some level, must exist. But why?

“Because God created us” is not good enough for me, because it doesn’t answer anything. If we exist because a god created us, that still means that a god existed before us. Why does this god exists then?

We’ll never find out. Any answer we find will only open things up for new questions. And just like a child that is just starting to experience things, we’ll never run out of questions.

From time to time I get a ride from someone at work I have zero interest of becoming friends with. In those rides I get glimpses of a complete different reality where he and his friend group lives. It is horrifying and it completely matches the description of the parent comment.

For some people it is pretty common. For others, it isn’t. The thing is: the people that treat it as a common everyday thing expect that to be the case for everyone - so if you interact with them routinely, you’d probably think that everybody is out to cheat at all times, but that’s definitely not the norm.

I’ve never used drugs, but I wouldn’t work for a place who would ask about it.

Some meds may have side effects, many may not work at all. None will have any lasting effects so if you stop taking them, you’ll be right back where you are now. There’s really no reason not to try.

I don’t know how their music are rated to begin with.

I think my favorites were Carl Poppa and Gang Fight.

He can be fun, as long as you treat him as a caricature.

I was in my grandma’s house, but the place was kind of an office in that dream. Someone dropped a bag of flour into a trash bin. It gave life to a malign flour frog. I told the frog that it wouldn’t be able to blind me if I kept my eyes closed. It mocked me saying its powers were much stronger than that and proceeded to blind me. I woke up with sore eyes.

Doctor picked them, one by one until something worked.

Can’t believe I used to be afraid of “losing myself” or other shit like that and delayed getting help for 12 years after my initial self diagnosis.

“nah, don’t tell the humans, it would just cause panic and there’s nothing they can do anymore”