@Hoss@Nimbius666@union@EvilSandmich@Turdicus@Moon@adiz@thendrix I've found it distressing how amenable trainee kids are to dying. Doesn't seem healthy when dudes in their prime, tackling an exciting career, are like "yeah man it's okay I don't need to stress too much if I crash and die then that's cool I'm not too attached to livin anyway"
Like that cirrus pilot who killed himself last year....but hey, there's no gov-made graph to indicate that so it's not a real indicator of societal dysfunction
I'm so used to not caring if I die once the wheels leave the ground that I actually had to remind myself that that's not how normal people feel about flying when another family member was apprehensive about booking a Spirit flight.
well I know that technically nobody's supposed to be on drugs but it smacks of a similar scent as weed lovers when they just take everything with placid acceptance. Maybe it's the fact that everyone puts their kids on SSRIs, maybe the fact they've never ACTUALLY had to see death, probably a combo of that and more.
But they're extremely blase about dying, at least in theory. Having an IRL close call does seem to push them back to sanity, I guess? Had one once and I had to physically drag the dude out to the plane after we landed because he would have just sat in the lounge staring at the wall for 2 more hours. He just sat there staring at it forever, shaking.
It's probably the antidepressants. I wanted to die when they put me on the antichrist pills, and while I was on them I just didn't care about anything. I don't want to die anymore even after being off them for a while, but I also don't really care if I do. When you get off those things the brain fog goes away and the emotions come back, but I think some stuff in the neural wiring remains changed forever.