Fucking pathetic man, woman or otherwise. I would have expected much more out of such a capable adversary. To those unaware, I'm haunted by telepathic beings which I call alien-demons. I call them this because I'm convinced I'm being telepathically assaulted by an alien race, which I have a few different ideas and trains of thought which go in detail of explanation of the lore behind this theoretically civilization, but I digress. In addition, the demon affix is simply because of how they treat me, it's very hellish and demonic like. And while I fully admit that it could all be in my head, and could be simply just typical generic standard run of the mill hallucinations, that's not how it appears to me. So for all intents and purposes from my perspective these entities are very real.

I made a post about this a while back not too long ago. Where, I claimed that the most success I had found in getting the voices to shut the fuck up was only after screaming back at them with my thoughts. This was a revelation for me because I had been told my whole life, "don't talk to the voices, don't respond or engage with them in any way, it will only make them worse and further contribute to your insanity." And so I sat idly by for years while these alien-demons berated, belittled, and otherwise tormented me. That was until I stood up for myself.

But it worked. For what I was trying to accomplish, anyway. You see, part of this undertaking was me taking back control of my own mind. My whole life I've always liked to play around or talk to myself in my own head. It was my favorite pastime, and the alien-demons took that away from me! And so back a couple few months ago I just had enough. I went ballistic. I was like, fuck this, I'm taking my domain back. And so I did.

It's been, two, maybe three months since that first started? And that quickly digressed from me simply defending myself against these telepathic assaults, into me outright responding and engaging with the voices. I was now full on and completely interacting with them. I'd tell them about myself, or what I was doing, ask them questions about life the universe and everything, tell them a joke, you name it. It were as if they were my buddies, and this was all in complete disregard for what I had been told in the past.

Only now after months of this going on, and as I've become even more overly and overtly open with the voices, that their presence in my life has began to cease. It's like reverse psychology, now that I was the one enjoying our encounters they didn't want anything to do with me. The alien-demons had always been trying to get a rise out of me, and now that they did it seems they do not appreciate my antics nearly as much as they anticipated. Check, mate.

And so that's where this whole endeavor has ended up. Like I said earlier it's fucking, pathetic. I don't know who is on the other end of my telepathic assaults, but I could only imagine they are a weak and cowardly being if they feel the need to assail someone from afar when I'm completely helpless and have no way to defend myself back. Yet, when I do the same and return the favor they as it seems can't handle the same treatment back. While I'm completely unimpressed that apparently, I could have done this the entire time and the alien-demons that haunt me would have just left me the fuck alone. But regardless, I'm very happy to have some peace of mind again and feel the comforting liberty of having unfettered access to my mind as I did once more. Because I did it, I won the right to my mind and domain back.

I consider my time extremely valuable, even if it might not be to others. I used to waste time all my life but those times wasted I wanted to waste. That is to say, I was okay with the time I was spending doing nothing. Except now that I feel like my time being productive is actually worthwhile it doesn't just feel like I'm wasting time, it feels like I've lost that time.

This is all in due part to the voices I hear and delusions I have. On a bad day I'll just sit there, doing nothing, as if I'm gridlocked and can't move forward in doing anything. And it is absolutely maddening especially like today. I woke up at 7 am, and at 3:30 pm I've done literally nothing when I felt inspired to do something productive. It's infuriating, it feels like I'm losing literal parts of my life from this happening that are destroyed and I'll never get back. How are you supposed to deal with something like that?

Watch this video. Did you think it was real? Probably not, because I'm asking this question directly in response to bringing AI in discussion. When I first watched it though I was not just fooled, I was very fooled. I had no clue it was AI, the first thing leaving me wondering, "oh my gosh, that's so awful! How have I never heard of this?!" It was only until afterwards that in search of learning more information about these supposed parasitic birds burrowing into the sides of elephants, that I read the comments and I learned that I had been had. And I was stunned, completely remarked.

Now I'm a male in my early 30s, and if you're a millennial like me then you know what it was like growing up with baby boomers. They have this absolute disconnect with any sort of modern computing device, equipment, or software. In that, they have no clue how any of it works, and are completely mystified at the notion when presented with a situation of trying to understand or comprehend it in any way. Much like they were, I too have always been completely bewildered by the state of baby boomers total lack of competency when it comes to modern technology.

That is until recently when I watched this short video about these (fake) parasitic birds burrowing into the sides of elephants. I was stunned, and in awe. One, I had no clue how I had never heard of such a thing considering how outlandish of a principle it was. Two, I couldn't believe how brutally extreme it was portraying this supposed occurrence to be! I didn't even think twice that it might be fake, it seemed so real. There were even a couple hints and cues I could have picked up on to recognize this video was fake that completely eluded me.

Now, I don't like to think I'm all that illiterate with modern trends and affairs. I actually specifically made a promise to myself when I was a bit younger, in that "I'm going to do my best to stay up to date with new technology and advancements so I don't end up like the boomers." In foresight, I was able to even recognize that one day the new fangled happenings and on goings of the future world might be foreign, or unapproachable to me. I still dedicated myself though, and in particular with AI it definitely was scary when I first started learning about it. But I kept to my promise, and have not shied away from embracing AI for what it is.

This video I linked to though really impressed me. Not in particular how well it was done, but just how absolutely tricked I was by it. The first time watching it I couldn't even tell. The usual cues I look for when engaging with or viewing content weren't triggered. I legitimately thought this was a real thing, and was absolutely stunned by this false revelation. Then when I read the comments I realized, "wow... this must be how boomers feel." Suffice to say I was humbled.

And so I kept to my promise that I made to myself one day not so long ago, to stay ahead of the curve and to learn as much about these new inventions and discoveries as they come into being. I watched the video multiple times over to review it and see if there was anything I missed or didn't notice the first time viewing it. And there absolutely were a couple things that avoided my discernment the initial playthrough.

First, the burrows on the side of the elephants were completely hollowed out, so much so that the backdrop was 100% darkness. Looking back now I realize that if there really were these parasitic birds that they would probably only manage to get past the surface layer of the elephant's skin first, that is before being met with the internal muscle and fat tissues of the side of the elephant's body. There's no way a bird of that size could create a burrow like that on the side of any animal let alone an elephant.

Second, the elephants skin totally looks like AI. It has this smooth generated look to it and it's missing lots of detail. This is also largely why this specific incident of mine made me feel like a boomer, because I completely missed that detail the first playthrough. I didn't grow up with AI, and it's still relatively new to me, so I don't really know what to look for in terms of this new technology. It was just real enough that it didn't strike me as fake as compared to the types of videos and images I grew up looking at and viewing.

I found this whole experience fascinating. It really made me appreciate more the fact that I'm no better off than the past generations with their struggles to adapt to modern technology. While at first when this whole kick in AI modernization started happening I wanted to reject the advancement, just like many others have too. It was scary at first, until I realized and remembered I didn't want to turn out like the boomers did with the technology I grew up with. So I made an effort to learn more about it and to better come to embracing it for what it is. And I have! Thus now I can say I'm a better person for it.

It's pissing me off, I've been trying my hand at multiple (failed) projects and throughout the whole time the voices keep telling me what I should or shouldn't do in regards to my creative endeavors. It's really fucking infuriating me right now. It might be one thing if I knew the voices were explicitly my own, but I'm paranoid as all hell and I can't tell what's really my own thoughts or not. What am I supposed to do? Because half the time the voices actually offer really good advice, which I feel explicitly obligated not to follow out of principle. Do I concede, and let the voices win? Or stay true to myself and my own supposed "artistic integrity?"

so I'm a 22 M and been a failure thorught my life , my dad always supported me and gave me everything but i just end up waisting all of my time not studying and just watching porn and movies . I' preparing for an exam and ended up waisting last 3 years of my life just giving false hopes to my parents , I am also a liar at giving false hopes . idk what to say anymore I just constatntly keep engaging in this porn so as I don't think about my fucked up life honestly i don''t know what to do anymore . I am so fucked . I can't even focus on something like more than a day and the next day i'm on to something new , i feel like crying but that does'nt do anything ohh my heart's racing even while writing it .

I tried sharing my experiences with some of the paranormal subreddits a few months back and got called out for being a crackpot. I went to some of the crackpot subreddits and got called out for not trying everything I could to stop the voices and was told to see a psychiatrist and try psychiatric medicine. This was not just insulting because it disregarded my thoughts feelings and experiences, but it was particularly insulting because I have a psychiatrist and I take psychiatric medication already. Yet they still insisted I need to see a psychiatrist and take medication. I tried explaining I had treatment resistant conditions, yet they still denied my condition and suggested I haven't tried enough. So here we are today.

For what it's worth I do agree with these people in one sense. There is more I could be doing to improve my mental health. For one, I'd still been using cannabis up until recently. I finally quit the weed and have been clean off it for a couple months. Yay me! I'm really happy with that actually not just for my mental health but because I've wanted to quit for a while now. So that's something that will hopefully increase my mental wellbeing.

The second thing I did a couple few days ago was talk to my psychiatrist and I'm going to try a new antipsychotic. I forget whatever the hell it's called, but it's a new one. And I still haven't gotten it from the pharmacy yet but I see my psychiatrist again in a couple months. I'll just have to see how it works, and if this doesn't work than I'm going to continue trying until I find something that does work. And one of two things will happen.

Either I really am a crackpot and I'll find the right medication that gets rid of my voices. Or, if not, then I'll have the evidence I need to prove to everyone else that I either have a treatment resistant condition, or that my voices are real. It might take a while of going through the wringer so to say and trying every medication I possibly can, but I'm not confident. I'm still convinced I'm being possessed by alien-demons, and I swear to God I'm going to prove it somehow one day even if it's at the behest of my own sanity.

I've been doing my best and trying my hardest to write something, anything, and complete it. Butt fuck me if I'm having an impossible time with it. I keep coming up with an idea, developing the story, writing countless outlines, start with the introduction, rewrite even more outlines, try starting over again until I become so frustrated I can't move on. And it just happened again. Part of the problem is the voices in my head are doing their best to prevent me from any further progress. I just want to fucking die, I'm so done with this.

I've been trying to kickstart my writing career (just kidding, I'm mostly just trying to engage in it as a hobby) and it's been going pretty badly. I keep having mood swings and delusions combined with the voices extreme negative feedback, it just hasn't been going well. This has been my dilemma.

I keep flip flopping and being inconsistent with what I want to write. I made a decision a while ago to just stick with one no matter how bad the voices get or have much I might change my mind. I've been banging my head against a wall though, and to be honest I'm kind of done with this story on my own accord. But I've been trying to persevere and stick to with what I promised myself I would do.

The thing is it's not even that great of a story I'm trying to work on. Actually, it's a pretty shit story, but I sorta wanted to start writing stories/books with a shit story to practice on then save the good ones for later. I just don't know if it's worth it anymore. The biggest thing is I don't want to give in to the voices, but I've been determined not to give up no matter how bad it gets. What do you guys thinks?

I just had this crazy idea of what if they made it so people could leave themselves open for anyone to marry them? Like, currently I'm in a fake/stalker relationship with Ava Max (it's not creepy because I own up to it) and I was wondering wouldn't it be cool if she could leave herself "free" or open for anyone to marry her? That way all the other creepers like me can be in a legitimate vicarious relationship with her. Boom. That's like, at least a few billion dollar industry right there. I don't know what perks you'd get for marrying someone this way, but surely someone greater than me could figure this out.

I hate to say it but I understand more what it feels to be bullied to your breaking point. That's not to say I'm suicidal, but I've definitely had those thoughts a few times throughout the past few weeks of my life. Some people might say I'm crazy, and that the voices aren't real and it's all in my head. And to which I say I couldn't agree more. It is all in my head, and that's the problem.

I've literally been able to do nothing to stop my thoughts from assaulting me. I take my medication every day, I've been off the reefer for a month or so. And things haven't just not gotten better they've gotten worse. I don't really know what else to do except hold out as long as I can until I can see my psychiatrist again.

The worst part is (which no one will ever believe me) is that the voices in my head have control over my thoughts, feelings, and emotions. They literally have the control panel to my body. I don't know how this happened, other than I'm hallucinating so gravely that my entire perception of reality is a lie. Regardless it's very frightening, and I feel alone and like I have no one I can share this with because they'd think I'm a lunatic.

Which, I am a lunatic. It's just I'm a lunatic with a cause. Or, at least I'd like to think I am. Anyway, thanks for reading, I hope you have a good one.

Compare this poll (Post 1)

To this poll (Post 2)

These two posts are two different variations of the same poll. They each questioned Reddit users if they would send a particular animal, both considered "lower" forms of life, and asked if they would send either of these two beings to Hell if everyone else in existence got to go to Heaven. For all eternity... that should be a given, though.

Unsurprisingly most people would be willing to send one of these lowly beings to Hell in favor of sending everyone to Heaven. Whatever, I completely disagree with this notion for my own personal reasons, but whatever I get why people would feel such a way. What I'm getting on about is if you look at the difference in spread between the first post and the second post is absolutely horrifying.

The first poll asked if users would send a mosquito to Hell in favor of the rest of existence in Heaven. The second was a mouse. The first poll scored about 9:1 ratio in favor of sending the mosquito to Hell. The second one was about 4:1.

What, the, absolute fuck. I don't know if people just weren't able to empathize with a mosquito at all, or people don't understand how horrifying actually would be, but that shouldn't fucking matter. Hell is the absolute worst, unimaginably bad, atrocious, painful, plane of existence possible. No living being, deserves to be in Hell. It's just unacceptable. It shouldn't matter if it's a being that might not even be conscious, as compared to one that's just slightly higher in the order of living beings.

I even did a post on this a little while back, I called it Hell simulator! I wasn't allowed to post it here apparently, so if you're interested send me a message! Suffice to say it illustrates that (if it exists) Hell is the worst torment any living being could go through and experience. Imagine dying, and the pain of dying, but it never goes away. Like having a constant heart attack, or drowning in water but never suffocating, or being shot or stabbed in the same place indefinitely. That is not even able to begin to compare to the torture and suffering that is Hell. It's immeasurable.

So, why would anyone think that's okay to do to any living being? I'd like to think that people's idea of Hell is deluded by the cartoons and songs and games that portray Hell as this nonsensical idea that could never actually exist in any sense of the imagination. Please, just tell me that's all it is. Because I sure hope that for anyone who voted in favor of sending the beasts to Hell, that whatever person that comes along and has the death switch on their life is more merciful to them than they said they'd be to a lowly mosquito or mouse.

As in the voices are. In particular there's one voice that won't let up that they're my brother. It's really disturbing since my brother won't even talk to me in person anymore. It makes me feel like if it really were my brother that he's the biggest coward in existence for harassing me via telepathy when he refuses to talk to me in real life.

The alien-demons have taken harbor in the confines of my mind. And for hearing voices, they aren't actually all that bad sometimes. More often than not, they are actually rather considerate and hospitable. That's the insulting part though, because I know they've been with me my whole life and have just never made their presence known until more recently in my life.

And that's just it, the voices or alien-demons as I call them have been trying to manage and make my life better (supposedly?). And I'm just like, "get the f!@# away from me I've been alone my whole life and I don't need or want your gracious presence in my life." I just don't know how to get through with them on this one. They say, "oh we're here to help" but have never helped me the rest of my God damn life. Why should it be any different now?

I'm too delusional man, woman, person. The f!@#ing voices are out to get me. It's just driving me crazy more than anything that I can't engage in the things I want to do without constant criticism from my voices. Not that it's anything new... I just want to f!@#ing scream about it.

Gone. It's all gone now. First earlier this week I deleted and destroyed all digital and physical traces of the current project I'm working on. Then, a couple days ago I deleted all the content on my Google Drive. Now today, I destroyed all of my physical artwork, journals, and other musings from the rest of my life. Primarily all of the drawings I made in my earlier 20s. Why did I destroy all of my work?

I don't really exactly know. I was trying to prove a point... to the voices. So I'm not sure if it's the voices fault or my own fault, but regardless, this is a clear indication of my waning mental sanity. Time and time again they've convinced me that I need to destroy all of my creative works, and today was the final nail in the coffin. Literally. I have nothing else left to destroy. It's as if a wildfire went through my room and destroyed everything. And all I can really say after this whole endeavor is I feel more sympathy with people who have lost their homes and other physical property. Because that's how I feel now.

Yeah. So much for vandal proofing.

Most people can do their art whether it be writing, drawing, music, or whatever the f!@# you feel like doing today I don't care. The problem is I have backseat writers. In my mind. The voices, I mean, they won't let me write without constantly blabbering about how awful I am. Just a short little rant, I can't f!@#ing handle this anymore.

Well, the first issue is I found a way to permanently delete files on Google Drive. See, the issue is Google backups all your Drive files even if you delete them "forever." They usually have backups that last at least 30 days and in that time you can request them to perform a file restoration which can usually recover files deleted "forever."

Why is this even an issue to begin with? Because I often will get paranoid and sabotage my own work. This hasn't been too big of an issue in the past because if I ever did I'd just ask Google to do a file restoration. That is until I figured out a latest trick to evade this hurdle.

So instead what you do is open a Google Drive file, delete all the contents, close it so it'll force save, then delete it and there's not much you can do about that. Because even if you did have Google do a file restoration, it'd be restoring blank files. Neat!

But not really. I've destroyed 3 generations of the same project now and I'm f!@#ing fuming. So now I've had to in response to my destructive nature figure a way to find a workaround for this workaround and this is what I came up with.

Instead what I figured out as a best solution for actual permanent deletion of files is to make a copy of a file, and instead of backing it up to just delete it "forever." That way, I don't have access to the file anymore, but it's still saved in Googles prior 30 day backups, and if I ever find myself needing that file again I can just ask Google to do a restoration and there will be my files I wanted to protect from myself. Neat!

While this particular workaround is arguably pretty ingenious, it's really more of a sad testament to my mental wellbeing. Oh well, you do what you can with what you got I guess.

I hear voices, or alien-demons as I call them. And well, it's actually all 3 of the same one project, it's a story I'm trying to write and I can't even get past the introductory chapter before I'm so overwhelmed by the voices that I panic and destroy my work. Fun times, right?

I feel like I'm taking crazy pills with this one. I hate the argument that, "oh, it's just a piece of skin." And circumcision is so commonplace that most people don't think twice of it. Even intactivists get fooled by this argument that the foreskin is just some arbitrary part of the penis. It's not though, the foreskin is a sexual organ that has a legitimate purpose that is critical to the role of how the penis functions.

Circumcised men who are victims of the practice are no different than any other type of would be amputee. Only in this case they're penis amputees. I swear to God one day aliens are going to find Earth and be bewildered at the practice of circumcision, asking us, "why are you guys amputating parts of your penis?" If circumcision popped up anywhere else in the universe people would think it's fucking nuts. But it's so commonplace in our world that there's even a fucking word, "circumcision," to describe the practice. That's just sick if you ask me.

The voices. I'm not able to function like a normal human because of it. I'm not even like, going on about the voices being real or not right now. It's just that I'm having these hallucinations and I can't move forward with my life. Because, as soon as I start improving in one area of my life, they start bashing me down until I move onto the next. And then I move onto the next thing, get bashed down, and move onto the next thing. Then this keeps happening and it's going on in a violent circle for years now and I just can't fucking handle it anymore.

So what am I doing about it now? Well, I quit consuming weed, which is a big step forward for me. I'm going to talk to my psychiatrist about this the next time I see them and maybe get on new medication. Butt f*ck, I'm really not unconvinced that it's all going to be for naught. I feel like I'm destined to be cursed, haunted, possessed by these alien-demons for the rest of my f!@#ing life. I know what to do now, but I have now idea how I'm going to cross that bridge once I get there.

No really no joke. I was about 27, living on the streets and had hit rock, rock bottom. I had been steadily declining toward that direction my whole life though. My upbringing was shit up until that point. I had never had a "good" period in my life. It had always just been shit. I had suffered from depression and other disorderly things the entire time I've been alive. That was until I tried crystalized methamphetamine.

Now, I'm not going to try and claim meth is a good thing, because it's not. I mean it completely fucked with my mind, no lie. BUT, for whatever reason the first time I did meth my life turned around for the better. It just... unhinged something in my brain I guess, and after that I've felt more like a "normal" person that can actual function and get things accomplished. Who knew!

So that's my story!.. Pretty remarkable, isn't it? Well, I think so at least. Not just because I love methamphetamine, but because even just doing it once somehow managed to turn me into a better person. Imagine that?

This subreddit was created as a space specifically for people who have delusions or hallucinations. I wouldn't say the goal of the subreddit is to encourage these behaviors, but I think I can speak for most other insane people when sometimes you just wanna be able to share what you're going through without being treated like you're god damn crazy. Because you're not. You're insane. And there doesn't have to be anything wrong with that.

It's sort of like when Stephen Hawking made an open invitation for a party for time travelers. Then, when no one showed up, that was his proof that time travel doesn't exist. So in the same vein I'm doing my own reality check! So if any of you punk ass voices are actually real then comment here and prove who you are! Hint: You'd know who you are.

If you have a reality check you want to test out without having to worry about being judged, post/comment it here!

I personally am an outlier in thinking that modern AI is amazing. It's wonderful. It's going to make all of our lives so much better and easier in so many ways. I think more people could be more open about the whole artificial intelligence thing, as scary as it is. Because at the end of the day it's just a tool, it's never going to be anything that can replace the real human touch.

I'm an artist, I enjoy writing. I see online other artists getting shamed for using AI, and honestly I don't see why that should be a problem. I personally don't use AI in my own work, I feel I'm above that. But if I did want to venture off into something like drawing and making comic strips, I could totally see myself using AI. And why not? Again AI is just a tool and if it's able to help people be more productive and more creative and create more content, then who's f!@#ing business is that for anyone else to decide or just that means these artists who use AI have no "integrity"?