I’ve died zero times thus far and don’t see why it should change.

Charlie Chaplin didn’t die of a stroke. They covered it all up.

RDR 2 is about the most-detailed and physical-feeling combat system I know of (limb targeting, visible body damage and working guns, ragdoll-type physics, environmental interactions like falling off ledges/into deep mud or snow, etc…)

BeamNG is the most-impressive physics showcase that comes to mind off-hand. It’s really incredible.

It looks so fresh and cool. It feels like a throwback to old, fun, dumb videogames of the past. Like this could totally be a Dreamcast 5 launch title.

Water?

It’s not just about the oil.

Much better than Tinder for solid matches in my experience.

But what if it’s Bill Gates and he’s been trying to find his lost sibling for inheritance purposes?

Why do you rich people always get off flaunting your wealth in our faces?

Antiques Roadshow is pretty relaxing and always interesting.

It’s not a Linux party without old Dick!

$1 worth of sex, please. More than I need.

Prop me up beside the jukebox.

Best part is that your normal Skyrim mods generally work just as well with VR Skyrim.

To be fair, that nun had absolutely shitty ground defense.

I think I’d like to go home now.

This is what you text to win her back.

The night shifts thing might be getting at a counter-point if you consider why a gorgeous woman might not work night shift at a gas station. I’ve also never walked into a gas station late-night and been greeted by George Clooney behind the counter. Also, I’ve seen plenty of beautiful cashiers and I’m sure one or two of them must have done extra shifts at some point.

I just DIY it in my oven.

Unfortunately, that really is the answer for me. Psychedelics made it all finally click in a way that stuck. I had previously seen marginal success in dieting, but could never keep it off. Because I was coming from a religious background, part of it was, “What’s the point?” Sex is wrong. I married young. Life sucks. And so on. Psychedelics made all of the percolating doubts and insecurities click into place in a clear way. “I’m NOT really religious; I don’t believe it. I’m not raising my kids that way. No third-party is going to step-in and change my body for me. Nobody is going to put the weights in my hand and check my progress. I have to take care of me. I either have to take action or shut up and live with the consequences. I’d really prefer to live a life where I’m more desirable and it’s not really anyone else’s fault if I’m not putting in enough effort and ‘losing the mating game.’” And so on–can’t really characterize a trip like that with words obviously.

I might have/probably would have eventually gotten there without psychedelics? I think? Maybe? I don’t know. But they certainly provided the swift kick in the ass I needed to clarify years of baggage. I know it’s not helpful to say “give your child psychedelics,” but it just happens to be what helped me (specifically, one instance of using shrooms was the most-impactful, I mostly only ever microdosed a few times besides that one trip).

I have a long-time close friend who has long struggled with weight in a serious way. He briefly lost it and suddenly he was dating a beautiful Ukrainian girl, seeing the benefits of being healthy, loving life. That was a long time ago, it ended, he gained it all back. The closest I’ve come to getting through to him is to be a bit more crass than I normally would be in saying, “REMEMBER HOW GOOD IT WAS TO BE WITH THAT GIRL!? DON’T YOU MISS THAT AND WANT IT BACK? ISN’T THAT WORTH A FEW MONTHS OF WORK?” But being a bit more pointed in my language. But again, you’re probably not going to say, “Don’t you miss that good pussy!?” to your son, so…I’m kind of useless to you, maybe.