FACTORY SETTINGS

[luka]

and the degree to which how you are dialled in is destiny.

i was talking to a girl at work the other day and she was telling me how the doctor had diagnosed her as suffering from depression (withdrawn, low mood etc) and prescribed her some pills to perk her up. then subsequently had decided the pills had made her 'too talkative and exuberant.'

which just reinforced my sense that where you are situated on these bio-chemical gradients determines, to a significant degree, the kind of life you live. whether you are version, or version's brother. the kind of situations you find yourself in, the opportunities that arise, how other people respond to you and so on and so forth.

 

[luka]

if you could get control of those dials and adjust them then you could switch the track you're running on, head off into some more sparkling destiny

 

[WashYourHands]

Thought this was going to be about shit gloriously reliable Nokias

 

[entertainment]

some days have a quality of a factory reset. you wake up and take a walk in the park and it feels like your dad might come out from behind a tree to give you a pair of skates and tell you that we're going to skating on the lake with your cousins

 

[Leo]

if you could get control of those dials and adjust them then you could switch the track you're running on, head off into some more sparkling destiny

I wonder if there comes a point where your original natural gradients have shaped how others see you to a degree that can't be altered by later adjustments. you may feel better and happier after the tweaks, but everyone knows you as that other person, and it forever colors their perception of you. Like an ex-con who goes on to live an honest life but is never truly free for the past association in the minds of others.

 

[version]

I wonder if there comes a point where your original natural gradients have shaped how others see you to a degree that can't be altered by later adjustments. you may feel better and happier after the tweaks, but everyone knows you as that other person, and it forever colors their perception of you. Like an ex-con who goes on to live an honest life but is never truly free for the past association in the minds of others.

I've wondered the same thing about hair transplants. You just appear with a full head of hair one day, but everyone knows that deep down you're bald.

 

[Leo]

I guess the best route would be to make the transformation and then relocate, like starting a new life, breaking from your past. almost like a factory reset.

 

[IdleRich]

and the degree to which how you are dialled in is destiny.

i was talking to a girl at work the other day and she was telling me how the doctor had diagnosed her as suffering from depression (withdrawn, low mood etc) and prescribed her some pills to perk her up. then subsequently had decided the pills had made her 'too talkative and exuberant.'

I like the way that the doctor decides how lively she should be. Is there a rule for where someone should be on the scale?

 

[sus]

One of my favorite posts in this vein is Kontextmaschine's tumblr post after he started Lexapro

I’ve become so much more confident. I work a room like wham. I flirt like Captain Kirk. I talk dirty like holy shit, like R. Lee Ermey’s audition tape, minutes solid without repeating myself. Which is great, because that’s practically the only way I can orgasm anymore. Even my reliable fetishes (girls wetting themselves or pissing outside, I think it’s the old flesh/spirit thing) don’t work anymore.

I drink straight liquor, which I never did before, like a lot of it, but I carry it well.

I black out sometimes or grey out and run on pure id and I’m quite charming to myself and others.

I fall asleep easily, have pettily realistic shallow dreams. Worthless sub sub sub us stuff and then I wake up and between the drunk and that it’s not clear what really went down.

My farts smell like pure evil, oh god.

I don’t have a cutoff level for sleep anymore. I’ll sleep 5 hours and pee, 8 hours and get a drink and slump back down, 10 hours and it’s a comfy bed, 12 hours and pee and holy shit I just slept 14 hours. I got into this for a long insomnia thing so maybe it’s just a large but finite deficit but let’s see.

 

[sus]

I guess the best route would be to make the transformation and then relocate, like starting a new life, breaking from your past. almost like a factory reset.

The old cliche says: you can travel anywhere you want, but your old self always catches up

 

[Mr. Tea]

I like the way that the doctor decides how lively she should be. Is there a rule for where someone should be on the scale?

I'd assumed this was the woman's assessment of herself, but I guess it's ambiguously phrased.

 

[IdleRich]

Ah you're right, I read it as the doctor deciding but it could equally be her... which was it luka?

 

[Mr. Tea]

Wouldn't be surprised if the DSM-5 had a maximum recommended talkativeness level, tbh.

 

[luka]

I like the way that the doctor decides how lively she should be. Is there a rule for where someone should be on the scale?

it's very curious isn't it. i havent been able to stop thinking about it ever since she told me.

 

[luka]

Ah you're right, I read it as the doctor deciding but it could equally be her... which was it luka?

you read it right. as if he wanted to make micro-adjustments to her emotional graphic-equaliser

 

[IdleRich]

I'm glad cos that's the more interesting if weirder thing for it to mean.

 

[luka]

do you ever have this, and maybe it's related to sinuses, where a sound you make outside, eg chopping parsely, sort of echoes inside you in an unpleasant and unnerving way?

 

[sus]

One of my favorite posts in this vein is Kontextmaschine's tumblr post after he started Lexapro

@luka go on Lexapro and liveblog it for us

Do it

 

[luka]

live blog what sorry? im just about to fry some mushrooms

 

[sufi]

do you ever have this, and maybe it's related to sinuses, where a sound you make outside, eg chopping parsely, sort of echoes inside you in an unpleasant and unnerving way?

yes - very coviddy though