Ngl, once I had stable internet access, and the ability to burn discs, I went full pirate.
I methodically downloaded every album I could never afford, copies of the ones I bought, and then started discovering new artists (many of whom I eventually bought stuff of).
Once I got an iPod, I was happy as a pig in slops. What could be better than carrying ten times the music that would fit in my biggest realistically portable cd carrier? And it was pocket size!
Porn. Tentacle porn. A lot of it
Go read Invisible Monsters, by Chuck Palahniuk. That’s essentially what the entire book is about.
Find the thing you’re scared of, the worst idea you can think of. Then do it
Devolve into anxiety
Arson. Might as well go in with a bang
Anal fistula-ing
Have you ever tried to get to moordoor from the delta quadrant? You can’t get there from here
The meat¹, not the heat
1>!The meat falling off your bones as you munch yourself!<
Because of the chicken wars, prices spiked. But, the squirrels won, so prices are back down
Ngl, I would rock that on a backup device.
But a PowerpuffOS? Now that is a daily driver steeped in chemical X
Not sure how well it fits, but I tried astra based on a lemmy thread, and it’s pretty good so far
Speak in Spanish.
Or be black
WHY ARE PEOPLE SHOUTING AT YOU?!!
Originally because fuck windows 10
Since then it’s the sheer joy of it all. It’s just fucking cool that a bunch of people just get together and make something that benefits everyone, with dozens of forks that allow for freedom of choice.
In fairness, I have a weird capacity that’s the opposite of aphantasia. Some people can’t picture things in their minds, the same way some people don’t have an inner voice. I call my thing hyperphantasia.
When I’m reading a book (or writing something), I can see and hear things as they’re described to the extent that I stop perceiving the real world fully. If the author describes smells, I sometimes get those. It’s a very immersive experience beyond what I’ve seen other people describe as their inner imagery. I’ve even gotten hints of feelings on skin if I’m deep enough and the descriptions are right.
I know I’m not the only person that experiences things that way, but it does seem to be rare based on responses when I talk about it online.
The human brain is wild!
I probably shouldn’t answer this tbh.
I have three main “voices”, plus a couple of situational ones. As you say, a talker that’s mostly “me”, my conscious self. A listener that isn’t just a listener that’s essentially my subconscious throwing up images and memory in response to my conscious self. Then there’s the other self, the third thoughts, the meta mind, whatever you want to call it.
That third voice is observing the “conversation”, and making commentary and corrections as needed. Like “that’s not how that really happened” when images flash up that are nebulous. Or “no, that’s not who you want to be, stop being a dick” when my conscious self is under stress. Or “go fuck yourself” when thoughts triggered by mental health issues come up.
Plus, and this isn’t some kind of bullshit DID¹ thing, I have fictional characters in my head. There’s this thing I do when I write or DM where I kinda spool up a virtual machine in my head where a character “lives”. These aren’t real entities, they aren’t split off from me, they’re just a construct that’s useful. They can be “deleted”, they don’t take over, nothing like that.
I can, however, have conversations with them if I do a bit of mental prep work to sort of fake forget that it’s just my imagination playing a game with itself. I used to participate in some Mastodon writing prompt hashtags and I’d sort of interview my characters with them sometimes surprising me with what they said. Alas, the instance I used shut down without warning, and I didn’t have a recent backup, so I lost most of it.
While I was writing that paragraph, one of my characters got switched on for a second and grumped at me. I know it’s not a person, it’s all imagination. But it is a fucking trip anyway.
Yeeeears ago, I was running a game. It included a deity coming back to life. During the process, I had been wrapping my head around what they’d be like, and one of the players had communed with the deity a good bit. During a session, the player had their character call on the god to manifest. My ass just started talking as the deity. Full on zero conscious control over what came out. It felt creepy but cool. This imaginary part of myself took over, my voice changed, I stood up and moved around, but none of it was “me”. My conscious mind was starting to freak the fuck out a little because it felt like the imaginary thing was taking over.
That wasn’t the last time it happened, but I’ve never been able to make it happen. Well, not to that degree anyway.
I guess what I’m saying is that my internal monologue isn’t a monologue. Shit gets loud up in here.
Edit: ¹
My bullshit DID thing, I don’t mean that did isn’t real. I mean that it isn’t me pretending to have DID or some other dissociative disorder. People do that, and it’s fucking weird
As an actual usable service with feature forward apps? Signal. But I prefer the relative discretion of matrix. I like more layers between me and the rest of the world in my private communications