So, I was explaining to a friend how I'd like to one day meet one of the horrors of the universe. You know, those unspeakable monsters that make all sentient beings tremble in fear. I'd like to meet one of them. The friend simply replied 'Soulless, that is one of the most psychotic things I've heard you say'.

Apparently I've gone and disturbed people with my natural curiosity.

Does anyone else have thoughts and feelings that are considered psychotic by others?

People generally act repulsed when I say that I get excited when disaster happens such as mass slaughter of mankind. And also when I say that I hope that I'm alive to see the end of the world.

Yesterday I almost told my grandma I'd like to bomb every large player in the music industry so that it can rebuild itself.

Yes, the other day, having seen a video of (what I think) is two Mexican drug executions, out of curiosity (one man had his head chainsawed off and the other- his head cut off with a knife), and having seen a picture of a guy who requested to be standing at his wake (which was made possible and artfully so), I wondered if someone, like me for example, could get their body chopped up as a means to their burial. I mean, Hunter S. Thompson's body got shot through a cannon, why can't someone request to have their head and limbs severed and collected together? Would it be considered a crime? I would only allow someone very trusted to have the honors of doing it. Someone who would be delighted by the idea. I know it wouldn't sit well with my relatives, for sure, but it's something I just thought about recently... And this isn't me joking or anything (that's a first).

had, and clinically so. a couple times. mostly the usual sorts of paranoia... but what's strangest to me is how, even after the outright delusions are gone, little misconceptions can linger for months. this time last year, so many things occurred to me so quickly that i couldn't weed out all the errors until sometime in december.

it was magical, though, some parts. i was immersed in music at the end of it and discovered how to play out of key --- or maybe more like around the key --- the virtues of broken strings, and why the other side of the keyboard still makes sense.

Clinically psychotic. My deceased uncle talks to me and even built a dollhouse in my head. Only one girl lives there now, but she's nice. Voices I've had in the past weren't so nice.

i wouldnt mind cutting up your body, but i feel that i might have too much fun and end up messing everything up.
i know i'm pretty messed up but dunno if i'd call it psychotic. i'd have thoughts on the best and quickest way i could kill a stranger in a given situation, or the most brutal way of torturing a person. you know if you say things like that people, they often give you weird looks and say "that's messed up" or "you're fucked up". so i learnt to keep those thoughts to myself but it occasionally comes out.

Doubt alone would ruin it You've never done that sort of thing before so it's understandable. Have fun

I want a companion who would be my Bonnie while Im her Clyde. We could be a pair of mad bombers.

I'd give an arm and a leg (most likely literally) to meet Ctulhu, but that would be so damn worth it.

However, my preferred way of dying would be being crushed/pierced under/by the spiked tires of a monstertruck. In my opinion, that would be pretty awesome. I'm yet still to come across a person that doesn't give me a strange look for this idea.


Does anyone else have thoughts and feelings that are considered psychotic by others?
All the time, all my life and the list is endless.

Hey, yeah. I'd totally join the cult to revive him.

Sorry, slenderman is the only eldrich abomination for me.

They both have similar abilities now that I think of it. Slenderman lures his victims into a thoughtless dreary while Cthulhu renders all weak minds who know of his existence into complete insanity. But I think I'd go mad if I were Slenderman's victim, especially on the road I have to walk on everyday.

Cthulhu wins for me because it's him vs. humanity rather than individuals at a time.

me too

People seem to think I'm crazy because I love to dissect and/or burn things. When I was in e elementary school I would slice up my stuffed animals, poke at the insides a little, then sew them back together. Sometimes during recess I would borrow some magnifying glasses from my science teacher and then my friends and I would melt/burn things on the playground (usually ants).
Now I have around 10 crack lighters and I'm kind of a pyro.

Yes, when I question if the world is a dream, people wonder at my sanity.

I was never really impressed with Cthulhu. He's so...corpreal.
Azathoth, Nyarlathotep, gods of pure chaos. That's more like it.

I do that all the time. People usually just call me weird when I talk about it.

And yet, to me, Slenderman comforts and protects, like a loving parent. It doesn't matter how long it'll take, he will chip away at your will until you're just happy to go with him to wherever he may take you. Cthulhu is just kinda there, sleeping, waiting until he can just blow the world up via his morning yawn.

Everybody kind of covered mine.
I wanted to be Cthulhu or even Yog-Sothoth and drive people insane with fear.
And when I say i want to taste human meat at least once in my life.
Maybe grilled or like the Hawaiians cook the pig underground.

And also the time I said that some criminals(murderers-rapists-molesters-thieves) should be chopped apart, and used to feed the homeless and starving.
The church of euthanasia has a very good guide posted on how to bleed and clean a human.
Not surprising that it is similar to how they do pigs on a farm.