I'm convinced it's a psyop, since they can't get away with dosing the municipal water supply with LSD. Chaos sells ad impressions. I've had an acute toxoplasmo

I'm convinced it's a psyop, since they can't get away with dosing the municipal water supply with LSD. Chaos sells ad impressions. I've had an acute toxoplasmosis infection. It was not empowering; it was fucking terrifying. I now understand why the rat is compelled to run into the mouth of the cat-- it makes everything "bad" and dangerous seem completely normal and rational; whatever life-preserving instincts you learn suddenly become processed as the opposite. There is no "optimizing" this shit into something that leads to wealth and success. It's not fun like cocaine or Adderall. I didn't recognize my own clothes. My own wife felt like a stranger. It sounds like psychosis but nothing was hallucinated; it was instead a state of induced dysphoria or dementia I would not wish on anybody and certainly would not encourage anybody to pursue. To really understand it, pretend today is opposite day. Getting in your car to go to work will feel wrong, do the opposite-- walk the 50 miles. But sidewalks aren't for walking, silly, so just use the freeway! Human food won't feel edible, but the opposite isn't pet food. What are you supposed to eat? I never figured it out and stayed in bed eating mostly Excedrin for two straight weeks, on account of the crippling migraines. My ex's ex also caught it when we (legit) accidentally trapped a stray cat in their former apartment and he returned to retrieve some items. After recovering he refused to talk about his experience like some war veteran. This shit is no joke. We've rescued four cats. They're great companions and I'm glad we gave them a chance but would never keep cats as pets again.