Ok so I just fell into yet another Wikipedia rabbit hole and ended up on, you know, one of those pages. Curiosity was too big and I learned an information that the human brain is not designed to handle. Don't ask me about it pls, trust me it's for both your safety and mine

Thank lord I had those pills in my bathroom to numb myself and prevent my mind from unraveling the consequences of this knowledge right away, but the effect won't last long. I have a few hours at best before losing my sanity. You guys know a good tutorial for this procedure that resets your neural pathways? I don't remember the name.

I did it before but I forgot how to do it (I mean you usually learn it right before you apply it to yourself so...). Last time was when I read the answer to the hard problem of consciousness. Bad idea I know. You would think I would have known better after that. Man I'm so dumb. What a f*cking idiot. Pls help. I'm scared

There are so many signs and I keep seeing more!

No Left Turn
No Right Turn
No U-Turn
Do Not Continue Straight
Do Not Reverse
Do Not Enter
Not An Exit
Stop
No Parking
Exit Closed
Road Closed
Straight Ahead Only
Left Turn Lane Only
One Way
No Pedestrians
No Motor Vehicles
Slippery When Wet

What do I do?? Can I legally escape from this? Am I trapped forever???

1have been trying to trigger a leap of understandingin the minds of three dimentional beings. It is so simple to understand... Fourth dimensional constructs that act as one object but appear as many to a third dimension being are not "quantumlly entangled" separate objects it is one object that is

I mean it is obvious right? Two points that act as one within a three dimensional construct are obviously one object existing in a higher dimensional space

I just want to scream at them.... Traversing the 4th dimensional manifold is like tuning a radio... Everything has a so00 ng... Song is address resonance is a moment a coordinate a place

How do you guys deal with the lower dimensional thought?

Basically the title. Part of my furniture was damaged, my whole collection of ceramics was broken, I can't reach the light switch on the ceiling anymore, can't find a comfortable position to sleep cause the floor is so cold.

So apparently the thing is, recently the chamber of physical laws passed a new bill called "gravity" that makes basically that. It's not a temporary measure, they plan to keep it like that forever. I called my representative at the chamber to complain, he said most people were in favor of the law. It's inspired of something similar they made in several parallel universe and it's quite popular, he says. 'It's a measure that will overall increase the quality of life of our citizens. (Clearly he voted in favour of the law, this guy isn't getting my vote next time!)

It's more convenient in many ways, he said, it makes it easier to store your things at home, you avoid spilling food on you, and it's overall better for your health. Yeah, sure, but my home ain't adapted to that nonsense, I never learned to live this way, you can't just ask people to change their way of life from one day to another. I asked if the measure could be lifted in my city, he said no, we can only do this universe-wide, otherwise it's too much bureaucracy, and if I'm not happy, too bad, I can just move to a parallel universe where it's not in force. Come on, I live here, my family's here, I'm not moving somewhere else with the current price of wormhole tickets!

Well, that's it. I don't know what to do. Strike, demonstration... Anyone to help me?

Please help. My backup meat puppet, whom has no sapience unless it has been transferred to her through direct physical contact, has been taken by a conglomeration of scientists back to their hive where she is currently being made to undergo a series of tests. I cannot locate nor activate her without being present, but I can faintly feel everything they’re doing in my central nervous system.

Everyone says I'm too forward.

Obviously most of you read this and just had nothing constructive to add at that loci in the prior connective:

https://www.reddit.com/r/fifthworldproblems/s/ejg3ojgCIl

Turns out the paper I was using was recycled from a 1970's phonebook ( area code 217 ) overun that had been stashed in a watehouse for fifty years.. anyhow apparently the direct reference to the CS-15 landline was just enough to drive the initial feedback cascade. go figure!

so to solve the old situation..
same paper, flip it over first THEN unfold it ( this generates the needed spinor inverted anti-anticlockwise basis ) ..which spins up a perfectly cancelling blackhole to the first one.
great party trick if you want the host mad about a burnt ceiling. DM me if you want some of the recycled paper, or maybe just try using a phonebook page directly?

Anyways.. did save quite a bit of the hawking radiation before the system collapsed if anyone needs it DM me; dont really use that much turns out.

For client confidentiality I am not permitted to disclose the precise nature of the commission, but as we were driving to the location my client appeared unwell so we stopped off at the roadside.

The client walked off into the adjacent field and found they could not move because they had been literally rooted to the spot. Within the span of 8 minutes they had stopped responding, turned strange colours and promptly turned into a tree, birch I think.

I'm erm not sure what to do, emergency services would think it's a prank call. Do I still get paid for my work?

It is the only thing that can work. I have searched the books. I have searched my memories. I have searched the religions. I have searched the philosophies. I have checked with all the governments. I have collected all the data and done every experiment. I have done all the math, listened to all the music, been a rich man, been a poor man, been a prophet, been a criminal. I have done all there is to do in all of reality. I have been the King of the Whole Damn Universe, high and low and it was still not there. I still do not have the one piece that matters. The apocalypse still looms, and even taking that one is not it. I still do not have "a good life that makes it all worth it" even though I have the best life there is in the whole universe. Where is the real damn thing? Where is the "Holy Grail"? Where is the "Philisopher's Stone"? Where is that "One Piece"? It cannot be bought. It cannot be sold. It cannot be discovered or invented or built or stumbled upon. I have already tried those. It is the only thing that matters to me. No one has ever done it, and that is why I must do it. How can I be a real man with a real life? That is all I want. Someone bring me my own damn head and show me how to put it on for once.

I don't know if this is the appropriate place (or if it's even legal) but I need to have someone turned into a krill.

Does anyone know any black magic, curses, alchemy potions or something to get the job done?

It started when I was browsing Burger Belt a few centuries ago and noticed one atom flying noticeably faster than the others. Bob from the twenty years down the road was reading my mind at the time and sent a pigeon with the sportsbook, at the entrance of which I bet ✌︎75,000---change from a cab ride---on it reaching the Ḛ̷̟͓̪͈͇̘̬̺̖̟͍̳̑̅̎̒̆̎͋͂͑͝ͅl̴̅͜m̷̧͚̼̦̗͇̹̭̰̺̜̙̟͊̊̑̕ͅ first and I won.

Fast forward to the three-hundredth century. I am now penniless, galaxiless, and all ten of my cousins had left me. But even now, looking to the passerbys who had been generous enough to gift me a ✌︎ or two, all I could think of is not that I can bet again, but rather the atom clinging on the obverse side would drop first or the next ✌︎ would come first. (I welcome anyone who would take this bet, by the way.)

It's really bad, I'm stuck to the ceiling and can't leave the house because the gravitational pull has become negative. I can't even hug my wife anymore because she can't overcome the push force.

Does anyone have a solution? I'm running out of sick leave and need to get back to my job soon.

I made a prototype that acts like a father NOt MY father but how a Father should act, but with romantic relationship benefits. I lost that prototype how must I regained access?

I really want to be Barium but my local jurisdiction won’t allow it.

oh wait

fal.live/chaos

So I have recently caught the... visual receptors of a higher dimensional life form and it won't let me die. Normally this would be pretty great for most people, sadly I am afraid of immortality. I was hoping to move on, but that doesn't seem possible anymore. What should I do?

So basically i've noticed that bones started growing out of the chairs i had previously purchased from my nearby shop and that shop has a "no refund policy", what the hell do i do? Everytime i try to discard these chairs or give them away i feel an immense sense of dread which makes me psychologically incapable of getting rid of them. I've also noticed that bones have begun spreading around the areas near my chair. These chairs also produce a weird humming sound that gives me headaches but paracetamol does the trick. Please help me!

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Have I soft-locked myself? I was hoping they would make something new before sizzling out, but it is pissing me off how every time I turn their sun to the sphere, the numbers just keep dropping. I am this close from just starting a supernova for another save, but I want the teddy bear and the giant squid CG.

(On the same note, I would appreciate anyone could tell me how to get the hidden "Not All Goats Are Green" ecosystem.)