This is the most ultimate of redpills. I always forget this until I AM this. Music makes sense, pursuit of goals makes sense, art makes sense, CONSPIRACY makes sense, the paranormal makes sense, relationships make sense, magic makes sense- then, when I return to sobriety, it all makes me squirm, appears futile. Drugs are the answer. What an unfortunate reality! We are made to be fucked off our asses. It seems to be the only thing that makes things tick when all is said and done. Sobriety is a mundane, unnatural state. There is no coping with life without drugs of some sort, no understanding. This is anathema to the hylic, to the "normie." Fuck man, I need some drugs. Dang dude. Oh man, dude. Oh shit, man! IT'S ALL ABOUT DA DRUGGE!!!!! THINKING ALLOWED!!!!!