Me- You want to eat Dad’s watermelon? Ok, well Ill cut it up. Hes napping… if he gets upset, just tell him “you snooze, you lose!”
Nero- Noooo! Dad not lose! Dad is napping… not lose!
To me, this is an immensely comforting idea.
“I’d do anything not to be this way. I’d do anything to make it up to everyone. And to not have to see a psychiatrist, who explains to me about being “passive aggressive.” And to not have to take the medicine he gives me, which is too expensive for my dad. And to not have to talk about bad memories with him. Or be nostalgic about bad things.”
-Perks
True!
Saarloos wolf hound- do want.
In a hilarious-but-utterly-soul-crushing study where they gave elderly, terminally ill patients LSD, subjects reported a vast decrease in end-of-life anxiety, pain, sleep disturbances and even their fear of Death (capital D) itself. Which we suppose makes sense: Whatever you can say about the crowd at Woodstock, they weren’t a stressed-out bunch. More surprising, however, was that the doses of LSD were found to be just as effective as traditional opiates at relieving pain and anxiety … and they lasted as much as a week after their peak effects were felt.
—Cracked
