This is a regular tuesday for me as a worker at the Most Infamous McDonald’s in Toronto. Let me tell you something… If you ever wondered what working in hell with free WiFi feels like, welcome to THAT McDonald’s in Toronto. The one every local warns tourists about like it’s a crime scene. This photo you see? Yeah… that wasn’t a bad night, a busy weekend, or some wild rush hour. This was TUESDAY. I’d clock in at 4pm and by 4:07pm the entire store would already look like a hurricane ate a Happy Meal and threw up on the floor. Customers would walk in, look around at the disaster, and STILL sit down like nothing was wrong. They’d finish eating, stand up, and just drop their trash under the table like it’s a ritual. Like the floor was the trash can. Like they were CONTRIBUTING to the “ambience.” The worst part? No one apologizes. Ever. You’d politely ask, “Hey guys, could you throw away your garbage?” And they look at you like you’re the crazy one. Like you interrupted a sacred ceremony of making the place unlivable. And the chaos NEVER stops. People slipping on spilled Coke, someone arguing because their McChicken “didn’t spiritually align with them,” teenagers filming TikToks on top of the tables, a guy trying to return a burger from TWO DAYS AGO… And the bathroom? Nah. That place needs its own documentary. Every night we’d close up wondering how a group of regular humans managed to create a mess that looks like 300 raccoons got into a street fight. If you ever feel like your job is stressful, just remember: Somewhere in Toronto, a McDonald’s employee is currently fighting for their LIFE, armed with nothing but a mop and a fake smile.
got 3 months on a catholic prayer app - I am giving it just a bit of a shot but I have an open mind to at least hear a bit but I think i really agree with buddhism/techno/420/shrooms/males and occultism way more than that stuff and we are all different does not mean I am going straight to hell or anything hahaha will probably just listen to revelations lol update: made it less than one day in all the jesus shit
A study shows psilocybin works by scrambling your sense of self. In a landmark study, researchers at Washington University gave healthy volunteers a single high dose of psilocybin and tracked their brain activity before, during, and after the experience. What they found surprised them. Psilocybin didn’t just alter perception; it desynchronized one of the brain’s most important networks: the default mode network. This system is deeply involved in how we reflect, remember, and construct a sense of self. The disruption was dramatic during the trip, but that wasn’t the end of it. Subtle changes in the network’s activity persisted for up to three weeks. The more intense the psychedelic experience, the longer the changes lasted. Participants rated their experiences using a validated scale that measured feelings of awe, ego loss, and connectedness. These ratings closely matched the level of disruption seen in brain scans, suggesting that psilocybin’s effects aren’t just psychological, but deeply neurological. This kind of “reset” may be why psilocybin is showing promise for mental health conditions like depression and PTSD, where the default mode network is often overactive. Disrupting it – even briefly – might give the brain a chance to form new, healthier patterns. But researchers warn: this doesn’t mean psilocybin is ready for self-medication. It’s not yet FDA-approved and still carries risks when used outside clinical trials. Learn more: "Researchers Uncover How Psilocybin Works in the Brain." Psychiatrist, 2024.
Pukharam, a man from Rajasthan, India, suffers from an extremely rare condition often described as Axis Hypersomnia — a disorder that causes him to fall into deep, prolonged sleep cycles lasting 20–25 days at a time. When one of these episodes begins, he can sleep through almost the entire month. His family has to feed him, bathe him, and help him with basic care while he remains unconscious. In total, he reportedly sleeps nearly 300 days a year, waking only for short periods before slipping back into another long sleep. The condition has made normal life nearly impossible. He can’t maintain a job, manage his daily routine, or live independently. Even the simplest tasks — eating, talking, working — depend on whether he’s awake in that small window of time. Doctors say his disorder is a rare form of hypersomnia that severely disrupts the brain’s sleep–wake cycle, leaving the body trapped in extreme fatigue.
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I rescued the tattooed cartel cat that was living in a Mexican prison This is my baby, Kilo. In March 2023 I saw on the news and social media that a Sphynx cat had been found living inside of a Mexican prison. This is my understanding of his story: His owner was a leader in the Los Mexicles cartel, and was in prison for murder among other charges. After a party on New Years he had escaped. When he was finally caught, they beat him to death. After which, they raided they prison and found Kilo, 7 dogs, 20 guns, 1000 rounds of ammunition, drugs, alcohol, and to top it all off - a mechanical bull. Kilo was then taken to an animal shelter in Juarez. Because of the tattoos on him they could not give him back to his previous owners family and they began broadcasting him on the news to look for a new home for him. He became a little celebrity because of his backstory and unusual markings. When I heard about him, I just knew I should at least try to adopt him. I have had Sphynx my entire life, 8 up until that point, and absolutely adore the breed. I am young, self-employed, and able to care for him fully so I just felt like it was my job to try to give him a safe home. I flew to El Paso the day after I read about him, and met with some officials in Juarez to plead my case. I explained my experience with and love for the breed and even wrote a letter to the President of Chihuahua promising to care for and love him better than anyone else could. And somehow it worked! Before I actually met him, they didn’t give me any information on his temperament, health status, or personality. I was nervous to say the least because I already had another Sphynx at home and a small dog. But apparently I just used all my luck with him because he is the sweetest, snuggliest, and friendliest cat I have EVER met. When I met him he was absolutely filthy and totally emaciated. He had eye mucus buildup from infection, skin sores, and open wounds on his legs and paws. It was devastating seeing an animal that was so innocent in that state, but after a couple vet visits and rounds of medication he is the healthiest happiest boy ever. He bonded with my other cat so well and is warming up every day to my dog. It was a match made in heaven. Apparently I beat out 10,000 other applicants which feels like a sign from above that he was supposed to be a part of my family.
I realized I had two options 1) being broke as fuck and paying down a card to the point of handing it back 2) richly poor and able to enjoy my xmas & new years -honestly I chose to be kind to myself and just be in debt like everyone else lol just having no food or weed is like worse than a buddhist monks xmas lol I tend to ignore the things I actually do for myself that have merit like last month paid $700 on a credit card to lower it to the minimum which is why I struggle this week for a few lol of course me I want to turn it into a 96 day dhamma retreat of fucken hell lmao
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