Hey guys! I found a comic you might enjoy!
Also, what /co/-related thing traumatized you into believing dumb shit when you were younger?
This comic legitimately makes me paranoid about everything.
I had a mirror in my bedroom and feared when there were lightning storms that my image would come out if I looked directly at it.
I think about this everytime I drive with my windows down. And if I don't worry about myself, I worry about it happening to someone else because of the shit in my car or even a receipt.
Mine is the world is conspiring to make an ass of me.
I'll be fine about to go to sleep, then a creepy idea gets in my head, ghosts monsters serial killer whatever. Then I'll quickly realize that's foolish. Then I'm afraid that my fear will become reality because the world doesn't like me being so presumptuous.
This comic is convincing me that relatives are all cunts to children.
This one is based on a pretty common superstition. If you fall asleep with chairs facing your bed, it's an invitation for spirits to visit you.
Good luck kid, hope you have the sun magic.
This isn't scary, it's awesome.
b-but I'm sleeping anyway, so I won't see shit, r-right?
I stepped on a needle and managed to get about an inch and a half into my heel. It took a lot of force to pull out, but overall, it didn't hurt that much. Didn't even bleed.
Sometimes things are only scary until they actually happen.
You're wrong, Anon.
Sleep paralysis is a state between waking and sleeping. Your body literally enters paralysis so that when you are asleep you don't act out your dreams. It's perfectly natural. However, if you're aware during this process, you will experience (or at least perceive) a racing heart-rate, labored breathing, and an immense feeling of dread. To help you out, your brain might show you some images including auditory and visual waking hallucinations.
So that's where he's been all these years.
I know that feel
I remember going fishing with my dad. Somehow, when I swinged the rod, half of the hook got stuck right in the middle of my thumb nail. Thinking about it know makes me shiver, but my only reaction, while looking at my hand, were "oh...fuck"
Almost same thing happened to me. Was walking barefoot in my house and stepped on a tack. One of those flat ones, and it just sat there in my big toe. No bleeding till I pulled it out. It almost felt like it was stuck on something, like hooked into my toe. Never again.
That's what you get for sleeping in the street, fucker!
why the fuck would my own brain do this to me? I gave him porn and videogames, what else does it want?
This isn't just a fear, it's a fact.
>a racing heart-rate, labored breathing, and an immense feeling of dread. To help you out, your brain might show you some images including auditory and visual waking hallucinations.
These experiences are worse than any nightmare I've ever had.
>tfw you're actually severely autistic and everything you've ever experienced has been completely altered by your mind to make you think were a functioning human being, while the real you is a borderline vegetable incapable of communicating with others that often sits alone all day and stares into a snow globe.
It's amazing, isn't it? Thinking about my teeth coming out like a string of pearls makes me nauseous, but were it to actually happen, I'd probably just calmly drive myself to a dentist with the radio on.
I think I have diabetes now...
Anyway, you don't really have to worry about SP. Just educate yourself about it and if it ever happens to you, it doesn't have to be a negative and traumatizing experience.
When I was a little boy, I was afraid of monsters. They always lurked in the dark places where the light didn’t reach. It didn’t matter how many times my father shone a flashlight into the dark corners of my closet: I knew, the moment that the light was gone, the monsters would come back.
And they always did.
When I grew up, I learned why: the real monsters don’t hide in dark corners and closets. The real monsters are the ones that live behind your eyes, in the darkness of your mind, and it takes more than a flashlight to send them away.
I once had sleep paralysis. Though it was pretty mild, just woke up paralyzed and kept hearing this drilling noise in my ears. Tried my best to move my fingers to snap out of it but didn't really work. Lasted a minute and didn't see any scary visions or anything, just my almost pitch black room. That was some weird shit.
I hate that moment right between awake and sleep, because every so often, right when I'm about to drift off, my body will give a tremendous jerk, like someone is grabbing my shoulder and shaking it vigorously.
It freaks me the fuck out.
When I was in college I shared an apartment with four other guys. All of us were dating people at the time. We had a used couch. EVERYONE that fell asleep on that couch got sleep paralysis. I was once moaning for entire minutes, trying to form words.
>There are ghosts at the restaurants, who like to watch strangers eat
>There are ghosts who sit on the empty backseats of your car, or a bus, or a train, who just like to travel along, destination doesnt matter.
>There are ghosts sitting at the mall chair, in the furniture stores, or at the food court, just to watch people go by
>There are ghosts who seat next to people using computers, just to watch em browse hundreds of websites, or play videogames
When you are a ghost, probably teres nothing much else to do besides watching the living...
This is what it feels like when doves cry.
You ever have those dreams where you wake up and go through your day? Sometimes you get to the toilet. Sometimes you get to the shower. Sometimes it goes further a lot further in fact, almost half your day is done in that dream. And the worst part, you were havinga really good day.
You ever wonder how far you can really get? Could you go the whole day? More days in fact? Hows life been treating you lately anon?
>You ever have those dreams where you wake up and go through your day? Sometimes you get to the toilet. Sometimes you get to the shower. Sometimes it goes further a lot further in fact, almost half your day is done in that dream. And the worst part, you were havinga really good day.
>You ever wonder how far you can really get? Could you go the whole day? More days in fact? Hows life been treating you lately anon?
I've lived entire lives before in my dreams. Its fucking torture to wake up from them.
Did you remember to tell your son you love him even though you don't think he's real?
This but instead it's coat wracks and the indentation of where my brainstem meets my brain.
Almost the same story, except I stepped on a broken bottle. Had a big circular cut in my foot and was leaving bloody footprints... the perfect excuse to get dad to take me home, since we weren't catching anything and I was bored.
Ghost world is exactly the same as the real world, except they can see us... it's pretty annoying for them, actually. Having to deal with naked people all the time who can't hear you.
The Government also has hundreds if not thousands of Mediums on hand. They're secretly census workers. They come to your house and take Census meanwhile if you've been up to any interesting activities a ghost will alert them and they'll mark the house and return for an examination.
I'm charismatic and friendly, but a bit of an oddball socially and sometimes have trouble forming thoughts into words. Not like I have a speech impediment or anything, but I often can't communicate ideas effectively in person (unless it's with someone I know well, which is weird). I feel like everyone who doesn't know me well thinks I have some learning disability or something. Ugh.
They can tell the other ghosts.
The entirety of the afterlife is gossiping about what anon was masturbating to the other day.
Your greatgrandmother is ashamed of you anon.
Your greatgrandfather sometimes gives you the thumbs up.
>I feel like everyone who doesn't know me well thinks I have some learning disability or something
I hate this. I also have this weird problem with acting entirely different after someone's first impression of me.
i grew up in a superstitious asian family
they kept telling me that a dark burnt figure kept watching me while i sleep on my crib
close enough, on the day i was born, people in guadalajara died from an explosion from a gas leak
and that i was one of those victims in my previous life
what a silly story
Are you me. My life. In this post right here.
I work in retail ontop of it and just got promoted to manager work so I have to deal with ordering and using precise wording over the phone and in person with customers and holy shit am I reeling. I stutter and pause which doesn't reflect well at all with people when you're trying to sell a product.
Though I feel like people are more forgiving of it if
you're not a guy. Which is shitty but I see it happen elsewhere and in my own case.
This is probably one of my greatest fears.
When my grandmother finally got sick enough to be moved into assisted living I kept planning to go back and visit her one last time, but kept pushing it back for work, for school, and other shit.
When I finally cleared a weekend to travel home and visit her, she passed away the Wednesday morning before.
Since then I always make sure to tell family members "I love you" when they leave or I talk to them on the phone.
When i was Little this happened to me with 2 small pillars my mom owned (the ones you put flower vases on)
When it was dark, it seemed they where moving, and their lower part seemed like 4 Little tentacles
My teeth dreams are cool
people are always like "eugh oh god I had a dream where all my teeth were made of chocolate and it hurt"
fuck that I don't get that shit
In the last teeth dream I had, I had retractable teeth and was eating a whole bunch of popsicles without being in pain from cold on my teeth. Shit was cash
But it's a real fungus. That's the thing. It kills the bug by eating it from the inside out and then makes it climb to a high place to spread spores. It's why I'm glad that flamethrowers are legal (except in California).
>Also, what /co/-related thing traumatized you into believing dumb shit when you were younger?
I spent years believing this was a real thing:
I know, I know. That would imply that all fungi grow under the same conditions, if any mushroom could grow inside of me there wouldn't be only a couple for a fruit or a different one for bread. But I still can't avoid imaging each fillament coming being inspired and growing inside of my lungs.
my biggest fear is admittedly nihilistic and im sorry for it
it that im afraid that i am either reliving my entire life on endless loop without knowing and whenever i die, my baby form forgets everything and i start over again
or that im creating everything around me with everything im feeling or seeing a fake/a hallucination or that im just in a void so a hallucinate everything
and whenever i think of either too deeply i panic a little
...I sometimes feel like this, but rather than being retarded, I was involved in a horrible accident and I'm in a coma, sitting in a hospital bed somewhere and everything I say in this coma dream I actually say or mumble in that bed.
When I think about that I try not to talk too much for a while.
I have the occasional fear that, at any second, a nuke will go off and kill me almost instantly. The more I think about it the more I'm afraid that it'll happen in the next few seconds and my heart starts to get heavy.
Then I hear a car start outside and freak the fuck out
Back before zombies flooded the market, and my childhood self had almost no experience with them, I would have gut-wretching dreams about them. Having to survive an onslaught. My family all dying and being consumed. I used to have one where my mom turned, and I still kept her in the house like it was normal, while trying not to be eaten by her.
shit, I do that all the time but I use it as a desk for my laptop before I go to bed. I think I'm safe on account of some hoodoo that a spirits won't rest on complicated technology.
Or what if my computer is haunted now?
>tfw ghosts probably watched you for a bit but then got bored and only watch you when you get shit on by the world outside of home
>tfw ghost of dad is probably ashamed and confused that his youngest son is a worthless "artist" and a closet furry...
I remember once I got a peace of wood stuck in my leg and after a week I just popped it out and there was more like fluids all over it rather than blood. What weirded me out was how it just sealed up a second later
>There's a ghost inside my porn folder
>think that maybe my dead ancestors can see my every move
h-hi great grandma
Holy shit it's like you two are me.
>people are more forgiving of it if you're not a guy
Very true, pretty much the only aspect of my life that makes me wish I was a girl.
It wasn't even the zombies themselves for me, it was this felling of panic, or helplessness.
Mine would have me at school, during nap time. The intruder drill would go off, our teacher would leave to see what was happening, and suddenly we'd start hearing screams and see people rushing past the door, followed by slower lumbering forms.
The dream would always end with one of them stopping at the door and starting to pound on it.
Had this feeling like I was an animal trapped in a cage, watching everyone else get slaughtered. It was horrible.
Every time I get that, I end up getting into horrific nightmares. If there's one consolation, it's that I become aware of it, then break off from it, which takes a considerable amount of effort since my whole body feels like it's wrapped in 10 straight jackets.
I have those dreams all the time. All the freaking time, last one was a week ago about meeting with my sixth grade crush, and another one with a girl I really liked in high school.
The weird thing is
I never dream about my actual girlfriend. What does that say about me?
>when you die, the last thing you think about will reflect your afterlife (which is just your brain glitching out in it's death throes and making an instant seem like an eternity)
>death is inherently painful, so you'll think about pain if you're not sleeping
>which means you'll panic in your last moments and think about all the worst things in your life as well as the pain
>which means your eternity will be spent in a personal painful hell of which there is no escape
>stingy horrible fears
Ya'll niggas should watch this, it's got a bunch of them. Shitty laughable movie animationwise, and the dialogue is over the hedge edgy, but some of the imagery and ideas are legit creepy.
>it's that I become aware of it
That's even worse, in my experience. You try to will yourself to wake and sit up, but you know, you just fucking knowing, as soon as you force your eyes open, something will be waiting, right there in front of your face.
Ugh thats the worst thing ever, especially in the car when you're trying to say something but you can't really move your mouth and your neck hurts. I keep being reminded and it gives me chills
I get it a lot, usually when someone is trying to wake me up. I keep trying to tell them I'm awake for what feels like minutes, but it always turns out to be only a few seconds. It's weird.
But yeah, fighting it is so annoying.
>be next to a great height
>strong urge to throw myself out
>be in a speeding car
>strong urge to open the door and jump off if I'm a passenger, urge to get on a highway above a cliff and drive off if I'm driving
>have a knife in the kitchen with someone nearby
>strong urge to stab them
>talking to someone in a public setting
>strong urge to punch them
>holding a small defenseless animal
>strong urge to mangle and strangle it
>completely quiet and comfy
>strong urge to scream and thrash and break things
I don't consider myself an angry person, I'm a pacifist, I like nice things. Why does this happen to me? Why do I get the strong urge to just let the warp overtake me?
>>be next to a great height
>>strong urge to throw myself out
You realize that this world is not real, that it's an obscene lie, and you feel suffocated, and maybe, just maybe, if you lash out hard enough, the walls will crumble, the curtain will fall, and you will finally see the Truth.
I once had a nightmare that my nose was cut off and someone glued a red wooden block to my face and now every shitty tumblr webcomic triggers me.
yeah, once I was walking in a wooden area and a twig that was hanging from a tree slid past my eyeball and like an inch into my eye socket; I just pulled it out and was a little wierded out once I realized what happened.
>Younger brother is learning to drive
>Mom lets him drive us home from the store
>We pass a semi going in the opposite direction
>He immediately admits that he just fought the urge to slam us head-on into the truck
>Laughs about it as if he didn't just tell us he had the urge to kill us all
It's called "the call of the void". It's part of a theory where we're actually all part of a giant simulation, and some part of our subconscious feels the need to break free of it, maybe because our "true" selves are being forced into the simulation. So we want to end the simulation by going primal and forcing the simulation to react.
Other things support this, like the fact that the homeless community is networked and share a giant mythology most of us shrug off as them being raving drug abusing lunatics, or just old people being senile. However, there are many similarities between their rantings if you pay close attention. So maybe people who fulfill the urges get a bigger part of the picture they don't wish the share completely.
The brain controls you, but do you control the brain?
Trust me, it's only conceptually spooky, but the story itself is fucking hilarious. Not even before the 15 minute mark you have a dog aborting a fetus and ripping off a man's dick, and then having a boy sodomize him, all in glorious shitty cel shaded models in such a low framerate you swear it's all going to crash. I'm watching it right now, and it's not that frightening. There arent even any screamers, which is refreshing, the horror is all slow paced, like they turn this obvious religious thing with a jesus christ figure going "he watches you and loves you" into the main character fucking someone in a room full of eyeballs with that same phrase repeated, making it turn from religious into pornografic. That probably doesn't help.
Also there's silent hill mannequin tentacle rape /ss/, not even joking, it's pretty hot.
>feel a dark presence in my house
>start masturbating and making lewd sounds like "yeah baby, I know you like this, how about you put those ring girl lips around it"
>don't even finish masturbating, feel of dread is gone
ghosts are fags.
I sent in a submission.
It's not just the fear of oblivion when I die, it's the idea that what if you remove the darkness of oblivion, only to find a flesh wall of faces staring back at you.
>or that im creating everything around me with everything im feeling or seeing a fake/a hallucination or that im just in a void so a hallucinate everything
That's solipsism, I have a bit of that sometimes. Just gotta remember, you're not important enough to be the center of everything.
>you will never awaken from sleep paralysis to find a ghost girl straddling you and moaning emphatically as she rides your erect cock, her feeling you in her but you feeling nothing, just witnessing her getting off to fucking you while you're helpless and can't feel anything
Isn't there a theory that only half-filled planes will crash? With the idea that if a flight has so many cancellations, its because all the people feel a communal sense of dread and subconsciously refuse to go on the flight.
>tfw when I was at a indie comic convention
>Looking at this one girl's short story zines she illustrated
>what you just posted was what exactly she had drawn in one of the short stories.
The only exception was that his girlfriend was in the bed next to him.
I have a fear that I am really mentally retarded and nobody wants to tell me and that everybody is humoring me when they say things like "good job" or "wow you're smart" or listens to my retarded-person stories. And that any woman who I think is expressing interest in me is just doing that "niceness" thing people do to children and retarded people, and I immediately take it for attraction.
I also have a fear that every time I'm doing something like cutting meat, I'm really hallucinating that it's food and am in reality butchering some innocent person.
Or that some evil fly has switched bodies with one of my family members, and when I swat that fly, I actually killed my own sister or something, while the true fly continues to impersonate her.
Those last two pretty much prove the first.
It was actually an idea I had for a story, where a character was able to suck away all shadows and darkness as an ability whenever he entered a room. He ended up falling into oblivion, and through boredom, sucked in all the darkness, only to see the faces all around him. The faces would then look at him, and move closer and closer to feed on him.
I don't know what the fuck I was doing to cause me to brainstorm that, but it terrifies me ever since. It's just....uuuuuuugh, I never though my own brain could scare me like that.
I'm making a comic and since everyone here is talking about their worst fears, I have a question:
Which seems scarier to you? Demons who hide themselves as normal/good things, tricking you into a seemingly inconspicuous situation only to turn into body horror nightmare fuel?
Or angels? which are classically supposed to be scary, saying god wills you do something terrible, and you absolutely cannot run from it. They'll clip through walls and haunt/torture you until you do it, and even then there's no guarantee they'll leave you alone.
I think angels are scarier than demons because with demons, there's certain levels of precaution you can take. But with angels, it's the creator of everything indirectly forcing you to do/become something, and the inevitability of it is what's scary. You can't stop it. Plus they can be more abstract that demons. But still, some people might find the idea of not even having a warning sign much scarier.
When I was a teenager I had a brand of toothpaste that came in a similar looking tube to my acne cream. One morning I applied the acne cream to my brush instead of the toothpaste. Caught it just at the last second. Kind of the reverse of this.
>I have a fear that I am really mentally retarded and nobody wants to tell me and that everybody is humoring me when they say things like "good job" or "wow you're smart" or listens to my retarded-person stories. And that any woman who I think is expressing interest in me is just doing that "niceness" thing people do to children and retarded people, and I immediately take it for attraction.
Stop being me.
I had a dream like that once... I was planning on using it for a comic I'd be lying if I said I wished you luck on making it, I'm getting to the finish line first But good luck anyway, fellow dream warrior
Some health cartoon made me think I had a serious spinal issue one time. I forget what.
It also made me think I had distended intestines. Turns out I was just a fat kid who was constipated.
>tfw you've always wanted to be a rickety creepy old person
>tfw you've always wanted to basically be the crypt keeper and laugh maniacally every day, and spend all day in a cavern doing evil wizard shit
>New SAW movie.
>You're locked into a car with the windows down driving down the highway
>"I'd like to play little game anon"
>Suddenly a mass of plastic bags releases into the car from the back seat area
>Urge to Jump
>Urge to squash things
>Urge to scream and Shout
I'm, not crazy? thank god.
I used to have the animal one real bad. I was actually on youtube looking up "Whimpering Animals/Animals in pain" just to hear those noises they make.
Man, I wish those movies didn't turn to shit after the first one, they were like the only mainstream horror movies that went into really dark nightmare scenarios instead of another fucking slasher movie.
This is anon from earlier, she did it in the bathroom with me and showed me her leg. She's had pretty bad luck with razors one time she thought she was brushing her eyebrows but it turned out to be one of those straight razors and she cut half her eyebrow off.
>tfw you're 25 years old yet already feel like an old man, cramps every day, wobble around in limited motions, are constipated all the time, basically unhealthy as fuck
>still don't really care since I'm at my computer all day
You'll see! You'll all see! I'll become a lich and then you'll feel sorry you mocked my dark magic!
annnnnnd sleeping with the lights on tonight
I don't know what's real anymore.
I was on an anti-convulsant for two years that suppressed my ability to turn short-term memory into long-term memory. There are two years of my life that are basically missing.
>Hey, Anon, remember that time when you jumped on top of a table in Einstein's and started singing?
>S-sure I do...
I got a degree during that time. I got a girlfriend during that time. What the fuck.
I get the feeling that whenever someone else online is posting about solipsism that they're just agents trying to dissuade me into not believing my true potential and regaining my rightful throne at the center of the universe.
Actually i day dream that if i ever had God-like powers i would disguise myself as an old person with a walking staff and a big hat and travel around the world like that
and do cosmic stuff and nobody will notice, because i would look really old
>you're the ugly funny npc in a videogame
I had something similar last night but I imagines I was in the lobby of my building and there was a silhouette out a man with a goat head and all you could see was it's outline and two glowy eyes.
>when you die you'll be reincarnated as some deep sea fish that has to live in fear of predators for the rest of their miserable lives
Oh, and my hair falling out. Beforehand, I had terrible dandruff that wouldn't go away no matter what I did.
I also have horrible allergies that no medication helps with.
Yeah it was pretty obvious what they did was take a generic demon movie then said WHAT IF ANGELS? Then did nothing really interesting with it.
Also yeah it really creeps me out the whole moral ambiguity of Angels and God.
I mean it's a nice sentiment that god just wants you to be a cool dude but ultimately you can't know god. So what if it's OT god where the most Moral thing is obedience to god even if that seems horribly Immoral. Or worse yet God wants you to be as morally infallible as him so he even sends Angels to lie to you expecting you to make the right decision.
Also in with the simulation horrors
>Blaring TV Static
>The simulation just had a glitch while "switching reels from current to next phase"
What you're afraid you're an imposter under the impression he's the real one?
If it makes you feel any better.....you'll probably only endure that for a few weeks or months. At worst years.
>Somehow its easier to imagine the ghost of a tree than it is the ghost of a man. Just think how a tree will stand for a hundred years, gorging itself on sunlight and pulling moisture from the earth, tirelessly hauling its life up from a bottomless well. The roots of a shattered tree still drink for months after death, so used to the habit of life they can't give up. Something that doesn't know its alive obviously can't be expected to know when its dead.
Yeah, and they are not "real" like from the movies or singers, or people you see everyday
They seem to be tailor made to what you consider pretty or beauty
Shit, you wake up and you realice you were having a good time with someone who isnt even real...at all, not from a fictional work, or from TV, teres no way to find a picture of said person
Unless you were a good drawfag or something like that
>I think 5 or 6
Might've been neither. 6 was total propaganda for medicare shit and 5 was half explaining the twist from the last movie. 2 was pretty good because it still stuck to the principles of the tests but by 3 it was involving other people who were ultimately innocent, just misguided, and not altogether messed up, which defeats the purpose of the tests.
Damn. That's an interesting post, anon. Good job writing it all out.
>I also have a fear that every time I'm doing something like cutting meat, I'm really hallucinating that it's food and am in reality butchering some innocent person.
What was that physics theory that due to spactime shenanigans, there's a highly probably chance that the universe could implode in on itself at any moment an erradicate the laws of physics? As in, chemistry is out the window, life as we know it will never exist again? and it was said like "once we had the hope that life and happiness could arise eventually despite any catastrophe. That hope has been eliminated."
Being stuck in a time loop would be really scary for me. Groundhog Day mad it seem all fun, but I'd be paranoid all the time and eventually just really bored after a while.
Or being stuck in a situation where time freezes except for you, but sometimes you see shadows darting around and hear faint noises in the distance, like something else is out there stalking you. Fuck man.
>Somewhere, out there. A qt ghost girl has a crush on you
I think the idea is most likely that there's nothing really there. Your mind is literally just saying "Girl you'd really like" it doesn't input what she looks or acts like just that you like her. There was likely no actual conversation either just "this is a good conversation".
Your brain just cut to the chase and put "happy" in your dream.
>Nobody actually loves you, they are just pretending out of pity
>You're actually mentally handicapped, but they're afraid of freaking you out so they let you live as a normal person out of pity
>Everyone knows what fucked up fetishes you have and the porn you watch
>4chan only exists to unite these losers and keep them off of mainstream websites for mentally able people
Not really a fear, but sometimes I think about my deceased brother watching over me from the after life and being ever so slightly disappointed in me. He wasn't even judgmental or anything like that.
>Somewhere on the internet exists naked photos of you
>They also have videos of you masturbating
>If you ever try to become anything more than a basement dweller, they will release these and ruin your chances
And that's the irrational fear that kept me from aspiring for greater things.
What if horrible nightmare monsters could be scared?
Like if you're in a scenario like >>63032618
What if when this horrible abomination is inching towards you, it finds you drinking a few beers before seeing you sawed off your hand and became Ash, like you just said fuck it and did all the things >>63031376 describes since there's no consequence.
How would a monster react to seeing a fully feral human charging at him in blind fury, headbutting it in the stomach? Would it be scared? would it go "oh god what did I get myself into"?
What if you somehow proved yourself and managed to, after fighting it, befriend it?
Like honestly, I'd like more interesting monster interactions than "pumkinhead wants to kill you".
When I was a kid, I figured out that if I would have a conversation with people with my back towards them or between open doors, stuff like that they would sometimes respond to things I only thought but never said. It happened so frequently that I actually had a journal of all the times it happened and the conversation I was having and who with. Eventually a pattern emerged where my grandmother had this ridiculously high number of "shining" moments, so I asked her if she could read minds to which she asked me teasingly if I "was thinking of things I shouldn't be." The next day the journal was missing and I can't remember anything that was written in it.
>Someone out there will ruin your life as a goof, not malice, not extortion, just at random they saw you and are so sociopathic and resourceful that destroying you seems like a funny past time.
This intrigues me. Tell me more. I love it when people do experiments and documentation like that.
What if aliens are reading this thread?
What are aliens afraid of?
How would they react to our collective fears?
What if the reason they haven't invaded Earth is because they have human fetishes and if we all died, we couldn't make human porn and give them a voyeur feel at the same time?
What if the world leaders meeting with aliens is only for trading porn with them?
Oh yeah, Aliens, we're basically just animals to them.
What we're to wild animals, hunting probing sometimes taking them and turning them into zoo animals. They are to us, something that we can't really comprehend that can just take down our defenses, scoop us up and do whatever they want to us.
They probably got pissed when we finally got global communication running because there was probably a time when they could more easily and openly take whoever they wanted and just be comfortable in the fact that there was no way for the other humans to communicate what they saw in a big way. But then as our records and communications got better they'd have to find better ways to take us or else they'd ruin the whole experiment.
What if, whenever you go to the hospital for a serious problem and you get put under, they kill you, clone your cells, and implant your memories into the clone bodies because it's faster and cheaper than just treating you?
The reason people aren't cloned again after being killed is because they don't have the funds/insurance to cover it.
>they have no creation myths since they've always known about evolution through genetic memory
>they see earth, start spying and researching humans
>"w-wait.. you mean they're all disconnected from one another? and they can kill one another? h-hate? What is that? holy shit they watch others of their kind die horribly for fun"
>"what do you mean "god", what is god? a giant version of them that controls everything? that doesn't, what? and it can kill them with a mere thought? oh no what if WE have a god? holy shit dude..."
>"what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck one of their religions uses a torture device as a symbol... holy shit humans invented torture"
>"holy shit look at that fauna every species is... what even is that, some gjlork that can fly and has teeth? this is a fucking death planet!"
>"FELLOW HIVE MEMBER GOD'S TALKING TO ME I'M SCARED"
>"i-it's just our imagination, man, just calm down"
>"MASS HYSTERIA OVER GOD, SHUT IT DOWN, SHUT IT DOWN"
>"we... we had to cut them from the hivemind.. they were crazy over god... is god real?"
>"don't even think about it, that's what got the rest of our planet in a frenzy
>"I-I can't stop thinking about it... please, just cut me off from you, save yourselves..."
>and that's how humans turned a once peaceful planet into a terrifying nightmare world where everyone fears the almighty god
Well recently I would make my college dormmate tea and would lace the teabag with a small amount of cocaine to see how bad his addiction would be if he didn't know he'd been taking anything. He started talking to me about how much he liked my tea a lot and would always ask for a bunch of cups and he would want to hang out and drink tea with me, so he must've figured it out at some odd level. When I ran out of the tea bags he became really aggressive and I just moved out. I recorded the whole thing and I've been meaning to scan all my journals before anything happens to them. I can't remember them all, but most of them are just filled with one-off things I did to sate the "call of the void"
Man I have similar nightmares a lot. Like I have braces and my teeth and braces are all coming out of my mouth. I've had them recently in college and one time they did fuck up really bad after I got a lunchable cracker stuck in them, I think that's where it stems from.
All the time. I also have nightmares of my eyes deflating and my vision warping. I also get nightmares of something slowly chopping me, not like a violent chopping, but just enough so they make gashes that slowly stretch open. On top of that I have nightmares about my stomach exploding and giant mosquitoes biting me, causing areas of my body to turn into stingy wet chunks.
>Someone has a collection of all the embarrassing shit you did
>Pictures and videos of you masturbating, dropping your spaghetti in public, tripping, etc.
>They could release them at any time and ruin your life forever
>We live in an age where this could happen to anyone
>yfw Gilgamesh, a story all about being remembered for eternity for your works, was only discovered by accidents after gilgamesh's works had fallen into ruin and obscurity
Fuck. When I was younger, I had terrible insomnia. I was 12 or 13 at the time, and I'd been awake for 82 hours. It started out small; Hearing something drop when nothing fell, sound like someone said something to me when they didn't. At the end of it, I experienced a traumatic auditory and visual hallucination. There was a fat guy in a white shirt, suspenders, brown pants, and an old time hat, kinda like a rumpled fedora. He had slit wrists and was drooling, and he was talking to me in only consonants, no vowels. I ran to my mother, broke down crying, and they drugged me with a ton of shine from their private stores. I take Melatonin almost nightly now, new diet, and exercise, and only suffer from the insomnia rarely... But I'm still terrified he'd come back.
Picture this, but for a few hours while you're under your covers terrified;
Not technically. The moral of the story is that the work you do is what'll immortalize you (in this case, Gilgamesh's beautiful city). However, Gilgamesh's city doesn't exist and isn't beautiful anymore. It's as dead as he is, and his immortality is through a narrative starring him.
The truth of the matter is that people don't remember authors as they were, as people. People remember characters and the work itself. The epic wasn't even written by Gilgamesh, but a different scribe. And I bet most people don't remember him.
People will only remember you if you are a character in a narrative. people will remember phil fish longer than they'll remember most other indie developers. Narratives are life, bcause the easiest way to process life itself is as if it were a narrative with a beginning, middle, and end. It's kind of obvious when you think about it, but still, it goes to show that immortality is a fickle thing.
Of course I remember writing it and why I wrote it and things I did outside of the journal; I didn't mean to say that my grandmother wiped my mind or anything retarded like that. I just can't remember any of the conversations or the people I had them with, or the dates and times and things like that. It's like I know that people have responded to me without me saying anything, but how can I be sure, you know?
Tolkine created a vast world that's easier to associate with him, but I doubt most people try to remember him as a person and not as the creator.
I just had a thought, that's kind of like what people do with god, right? They associate all of creation with god, but does anyone ever think about god as the individual? What god thinks about, or feels? We put words in his mouth because that's all we can do with such an abstract concept, but if we're thinking of god as creator, the same thing kind of applies.
Oh my fuck when I was a kid I had this fear that my ceiling fan was a monster because it had three separate things where the bulbs are and my brain interpreted it as eyes and a mouth always staring at me. I couldn't stand the sight of it at night for years.
>Tolkine created a vast world that's easier to associate with him, but I doubt most people try to remember him as a person and not as the creator.
I will forever remember him as a person.
A person who used philology of all things to stand up to Nazis.
Sometimes I wonder if there are a species or two of aliens who simply observe and study us. If there's some galactic version of the united nations that prevents advanced civilizations from interfering with relatively primitive ones like ours. Because if they managed to find us and get here they'd be capable of destroying all of us.
Will you? Is that really a "person" a moment in time? A single statement put down in writing?
I don't see it, everything that made him a whole person is gone, all you or anyone else will ever has is fragments interpreted through your own perception.
Urgh. I hated this shit. Once when I was a kid, I was sleeping in my parents bed one night because I'd had a nightmare - big fucking mistake. They had this painting on the wall, and one of the big black splotches looked like a man staring at me, and whenever I fell asleep I kept dreaming that he was moving around the canvas plotting to kill me, then I'd wake up and he'd be staring at me again.
I know you're still there, you fucker. Watching. Waiting.
I get what you're saying.
But if I know any author as a person rather than a creator, it would be Roald Dahl.
But if I knew two authors as people rather than creators, they would be Roald Dahl and Tolkien.
(Basically I just wanted an excuse to post that story)
(Also, did you know Dahl was a spy? and the inspiration for the womanizing aspects of James Bond? And is partially responsible for the way post-WW2 air-traffic regulations work? Cool guy.)
I started at a very young age (I got a book from my grandfather on it) and its become such a normal thing that I don't have the capacity to consciously turn it off.
Lucid dreaming as a kid was really super cool - I could live through all the great things I read in books. Fix stories. Have happier endings. Be whoever I wanted to be, all that sort of stuff. My household wasn't hugely stable, or happy, and my parents were abusive, so that avenue of escape was miraculous.
Then came my teens, and my dreams started getting filled with all the stuff teenagers think about. Dreams of chicks, and fast cars, and being Rambo, and all that shit. It was kinda cool, but being an awkward teen I had no real experience with women, and I foolishly believed that my dreaming could make up for not having a gril. I think that's where it really started going badly.
I don't know how to turn it off. Every dream I have has with it the knowledge that it isn't real. Now matter what I do, there's a curtain of "You're going to wake up" and I cannot escape that thought pattern. I can't take enjoyment in it any more. Sleeping leaves me as exhausted as I was when I went to bed. And it's painful.
It really is, /co/. And I wan't off the ride.
>at this very moment, there is evil happening in the world. Children are being sexually abused in human trafficking circuits, people are dying painful deaths for reasons they don't understand, rapes of all kinds are happening, families are being separated by war, babies are dying, and the raging song of agony strikes a chord at once
>and at the same time, beautiful things are happening, happy wonderful things. Lovers are meeting, children are being born, people are graduating, new things are being discovered, , lives are saved, families are brought back together, and the wonderful theme of adventure and fulfillment strikes a chord
>these chords strike in unision, the instant tragedy happens, wonder does as well
>meanwhile all you know is mediocrity, neither true pain nor true loveliness.
Kind of... kind of makes you think about your perspective, huh?
Do you really think your primitive technology is even a nuisance to us?
There is a reason we douse all abductees in rum before returning you to Earth.
>Children are being sexually abused in human trafficking circuits
Man, there was this video that was an interview with a woman who had spent her life as a kidnapped prostitute in eastern europe and managed to escape. The thing that really got to me was when she said once she was forced to get impregnated for people with that fetish. The interviewer, seeing she didn't want to talk about it, said "I understand..."
Then this woman who had been a prostitute said "No. No, you don't. You'll never know what it's like to get raped and have a baby you never wanted form inside you, you'll never know what it's like to go from hating that baby to somehow hoping it'll be alive with you, you don't know what it's like to have it be aborted in some cold rusty clinic underneath a loud club, you'll... you'll never know what it's like to have someone ask the staff to make a hole in the bed to make space for your stomach so they can fuck you better. You don't understand and I hope you never will."
I couldn't sleep after that video, that was just too heavy for me.
You've got one life, anon, that you are aware of. No point in wasting it on things you don't want that terribly. Some day you will be old and if you would regret not doing it, why just not do it?
If you really want to fuck babies in a child trafficking ring, go for it.
What was he afraid of, what did he think when he reached the end of his life? What was he thinking during his first kiss?
I don't doubt you can glean something superficial from writing and anecdotes, but really, how well do even your closest friends know you? You darkest thoughts and most repressed feelings? Now how much of that would you put in prose?
I'm just saying, what we know of those people is such a small part of who they were, I don't think anyone could say they "know" someone from their work, people are just so much more... complicated than that. It's what makes us exceptional, and our deaths so profound; something is lost than can never be replaced.
>yfw you realize this happens every day, has happened since the birth of our species, and will probably continue well into the future, just more well hidden
>and there is absolutely nothing you, I, or anyone can do to stop it
Jesus Christ... I'm at a really horrible, painful period of my life and this post fucked me up so bad I teared up a bit.
>To somebody, I'm a reminder of everything that could go wrong and maybe even some sort of twisted motivation to keep going and never get to the point I've reached
>To somebody else, I have it all and they envy the opportunities I have and the life I live because they have it so much worse in comparison that anything else is better
>To most people, I'm not even anything beyond a passive thought that they'll never remember
Along those lines, do you ever wonder if some random stranger saw you and instantly fell in love, but nothing will ever come of it because you were just a random passerby in a crowded area? For all you know, they could have gone home and raved about how beautiful or incredible you were to their friends and family, or wrote/drew a character based on you because they just can't get over you. I know that seems really vain but it's certainly happened to me with random strangers. I'll see someone who just really stands out to me and I can't get them out of my mind, so they end up inspiring a character in one of my comics or something
>>To somebody, I'm a reminder of everything that could go wrong and maybe even some sort of twisted motivation to keep going and never get to the point I've reached
>>To somebody else, I have it all and they envy the opportunities I have and the life I live because they have it so much worse in comparison that anything else is better
>>To most people, I'm not even anything beyond a passive thought that they'll never remember
Aw jeez, Anon...
I didn't need any of that feel.
Man, have you ever just... just walked up to a person and tried to befriend them? Just throw all caution to the wind and go "hey, I think you look interesting. I don't mean to sound creepy or impose on your day, but would you like to hang out?"
I can't remember the last time I made a friend by just doing that, most people just grow up in situations where they're forced to stay with people anyway (family, school, work, etc) so there's almost no incentive for you to do that since you're almost guaranteed friendship, but... how do you think people would react to that? Maybe some of them would bite and hang out?
hell, I'll do it right now, you got a skype or something, man? Want to be friends? You mentioned drawing and writing, we're both artfags I guess, we got something in common
Crime is just another form of freedom, man.
Our part of the stick is so clean that sometimes we forget there;s a short end.
Eh, it can be a bit depressing I guess.
I like to think of it as more an affirmation of how wondrous people are, how unique and glorious an individual life can be; something that can't be replicated or remade, and should be celebrated for what it is in the here and now, rather than trying in vain to find a way to be "remembered" in such an incomplete way.
I mean really, all we get are bits and pieces of these people and look at how awe-inspiring they can be, just think of how amazing the whole picture would have been! Or how amazing all the people we lost with leaving nothing behind would have been!
>All those implications
And? Realize that every day that you lived someone else is dieing wishing to live a life like yours with food in his belly and not bleeding to death in a cold damp place.
I get the feeling my fellow /co/ssacks are going on about in a loop of sadness.
You've got a way higher chance of being mugged and killed though. If there is a war, you will be required to join it and die as an unnamed mook. If you don't your peers and many a woman will shame you to join it. Society inherently cares less about you if you cannot support yourself and if you are incapable of working to earn your keep you cannot even get a child to have them as the joy of your life. Everybody has their own struggles, my friend.
>People living cozy lives complaining while I live here in EE with pretty much no future because the government is uncontrollably corrupt and the EU and US are supporting this corrupt government and undermining our referendum to get rid of it
And people are asking why everybody here wants to leave. Pretty much everyone I know tells me to leave this place because I'd have no future here as a doctor.
There's plenty of unattractive women it happens to. Sometimes all it takes is being female in the wrong place at the wrong time. It happens to men as well, especially in places where there aren't any women, like prison. Nobody's safe.
Venezuelafag here. I know that feel. So much fucking crime, so many homeless people, and the government is just so up it's own asshole nothing has gotten fixed.
Oh hey a Deep Dark Fears thread!
This is gonna be gre-
Something similar to that happened to me recently actually, and it was such a strange, positive experience in an otherwise banal, cyclical life that I didn't know how to process it.
>Sometimes force myself to get out of the house
>Go to some store or something to just walk around and maybe buy some toys if I feel like it
>Looking at TMNT toys, lost in deep thought
>Hear someone say "Hey there, what's up?" but figure they're on the phone or talking to someone else so I don't respond
>They come over next to me and ask again laughing a little
>We start talking about ninja turtles and eventually trail off into other topics
>Time flies by and we both end up sitting outside on a bench just talking and having a great time, really connecting
>Eventually they get a call, seem flustered and have to leave suddenly
>We exchange quick goodbyes and part ways
>Never got their name, number, or even anything other than random tidbits of their life and personality
>Somehow we talked for hours and never once thought of asking each other's names
I just don't even know what to make of that experience. I guess true happiness is fleeting?
As a kid
and still even nowI felt like there was something following me around and constantly hiding in my blind spots. It would copy my exact movements, but have its arm underneath mine, or move to my right when I look left.
I never voice any unsatisfaction in my life, because I know, unequivocally, that there are those whose lives make mine look like Sunshine in Candy-Land.
I think my motto, simply because I say it so much, has become "I can't complain".
Threads like these allow me to vent what little sadness I feel I have a right to.
Nigguh, also EE here. Try being a nationalist and realising that you're country was free after the USSR fell only 15 years and that after joining the EU we are simply put not a sovereign nation anymore. I want my countrymen to be happy and rich both economically and culturally. But we have no chance of living on in our own land in the long run.
In primary school one friend made an off-hand comment about something I had done the night before, which obviously they had no way of knowing about. From that moment on every single time I went anywhere I would swear I could see people looking at me out of the corner of their eye, with a look of familiarity in their eyes (that is, that they knew me). I mentioned this to my mum once and she got pretty angry, which didn't really make sense to me.
If you are all watching me, I'm sorry for not being very interesting.
I just really want to say that I like what this anon >>63034526 has been saying. I think he kind of shows that life can be great or meaningful without having a generic sex,drugs and rock and roll life style where everyone obsesses over you.
Why is it so important to make a scene in history? As what I presume was the same anon in question said earlier, no matter how mighty your accomplishments, your personhood will never truly be remembered in full.
I think finding the one person you'd like to share your personhood with is infinitely more important in the big picture than making a name for yourself publicly in a superficial sense. Fame is forever fleeting, worry about happiness instead.
I love you /co/, this is a great thread.
Who gives a damn about the suffering of others when it's not in context. You've got to do your best to get the best out of your own time. I can guarantee you that there are people who have a "worse" life than yours and are still happier on a day to day basis.
I have towel hooks like that behind my bathroom door. Whenever I get up on a high spot or ladder to do any repairs in there, I always imagine falling and getting one hooked in my eyesocket between my eye and brow ridge... How would I get free?
>I don't have the capacity to consciously turn it off.
Of course not. How could you?
>I foolishly believed that my dreaming could make up for not having a gril
I have a very fantastical mind so I usually use lucid dreaming to go on adventures. I see it as very precious to me. It gives me ideas that I use.
>there's a curtain of "You're going to wake up"
The way it is for me when I'm going to do something objectionable I for some stupid reason think that the people involved's dream minds are connected and they'll remember what I did. It sucks. When I wake up it passes though.
Every time I have a lewd, or fucked thought in public, I offer up a quick apology to any potential telepaths in the area, just in case, you know...
Thy might be listening in, and I wouldn't want to make them feel unwelcome.
Well my fellow latinbro, can you pinpoint the moment it all went to shit?
Yeah, pretty much here too. The EU restrictions are killing what's left of our industry and the money we get from the EU never reaches the people.
I've fallen off horses and gotten hit by cars.
The worst injury I ever had was in a completely empty, fully lit room devoid of sharp edges, high spots, or any object that could get in your way and hurt you.
It took 2 years to fully recover from my injury.
It's 3 AM why the fuck did I enter this thread I'm gonna be up for days thinking about how I don't dare open my bedroom door because whoever killed my family before I came in will be waiting