u/Mibic718

Layman here, I've been thinking of the rise of idiosyncratic identities and outward appearances, and how they could potentially be a mechanism for the victim of repeated abuse in multiple domains of life to give meaning to and gain a sense of control over the abuse and/or undesirable attention being experienced by the individual.

An example: Individual experiences abuse on behalf of family members, peers (school/work), romantic relationships, etc. → The person doesn't understand the cause of what seems to be an unescapable pattern of repeated maltreatment → The person adopts an idiosyncratic identity or outward appearance on which they can pinpoint the cause for the abuse or unwanted attention- "They hate me because I'm (X idiosyncratic identity), I stand out because of my outward appearance", subconsciously they gain a feeling of agency by choosing to enact this identity- "I caused their misbehavior by a voluntary decision that I made and am in control of"

Any thoughts?

It seems the ad companies have probably grouped up to apply pressure on him to not make them as funny anymore.

Also did anyone find his rant on Tate to be surprisingly short? 🧐 Seemed sus and he didn't go in on him at all.

I don't find myself crying laughing like I used to in the olden days listening to the pig and often watch the first 20 minutes and turn it off.

I wish myself well.

It was December of 2024 when I reunited with an old friend after living abroad for a couple of years. I'll call him J.

J and I arranged to meet, eagerly walking to the meetup spot I saw him. He looked disheveled, wearing raggedy and dirty clothes. It turns out he had been homeless for the past two years (doing ungodly amounts of acid I would only later find out). We embraced each other strongly in a very emotional moment.

J's speech was frantic and accelerated, he started speaking about codes, numbers and strange word associations he would make with no etymological basis, how he would receive messages through them and could space travel. I realized at this point he was in full blown psychosis.

Being a friend I love dearly we walked towards a spot we used to hang out at, next to a stream. While walking there I mentioned how I was starting to explore a new religion (I'll exclude specifics to avoid bias) and when I mentioned a specific figure, he froze in his tracks with his eyes closed, and a few tears streamed down his face. I changed the topic and we kept walking.

Once we sat down near the stream to smoke some cigarettes and philosophize, he would ramble on, threading together extremely complex words and concepts in a sort of intellectual word salad that seemed meaningless, but had a strange coherence to it. I was confused, and fascinated at the same time... Was he spewing nonsense, or was he speaking in a way that was too intricate and rapid for me to grasp?

I would have to remind J that he wasn't letting me make my counter and he would apologize, letting me speak briefly before he responded in the same pattern. He told me how in order to write song lyrics, he had to ritualistically smoke a joint, and he felt something come over him, the words flowing seamlessly to his brain.

The topic of spirituality came up again, he had a second reaction as before when mentioning the aforementioned spiritual figure, freezing for a minute, with eyes shut tight and tears falling from his eyes.

When he came back to, after a few minutes speaking his speech seemed to regulate to a normal pace. I told him it made me happy that he seemed more peaceful. He deeply disliked that statement. J stared at me intensely with a gaze full of hatred and said "Don't tell me that I'm peaceful, that goes against my codes... what if I'm the devil?"... his eyes seemed to turn pitch black.

People in psychosis can have extreme strength and even though I had my hand on a weapon I carried for self defense, there was no one around and I was thinking how he could easily overpower me and drown me in the stream.

I was scared but was able to tone down the conversation and switch topics again. I happened to be thinking about going on a hike to a mountain we had been to years ago. While conjuring this image in my mind, J looked at me with an evil smile and a gaze that seemed to stare into my soul then said said "So.... (my name)... when are we going to that mountain?"

Obviously I was freaked out at this point and as I finished my smoke I told J we should head out. It was when we both stood up that the temperature dropped to the point I was shivering and my teeth chattering as we looked at each other. As we were walking J said "I'm going to get you (my name).... I'm coming for you". Truly terrified but trying to keeping a calm appearance I said "let whatever must happen happen" and avoided making prolonged eye contact as we made our way back.

When we got to the place where we would split ways he asked me for a cigarette, I denied him it, "I don't trust you" I told him. As I walked away he stood still staring at me, and I kept looking over my shoulder every couple seconds. When I looked back the second or third time he had vanished, I scanned the environment and he was nowhere to be found. I couldn't tell you for sure if this was paranormal, or if he had simply blended into the crowd.

After this encounter I had my first sleep paralysis episode, where I saw a dark figure standing over me and could feel it's hands tightening on my neck. This is the first and last sleep paralysis experience I've had so far in my life. I threw my weed in the trash, backtracking later and retrieving it. "I'll save it for a rainy day, or a night I can't sleep" I said to myself, but the next time I smoked, it induced intense racing thoughts and anxiety, so I ended up throwing it out for good.

Some weeks later we started talking through messages, he continued rambling in the previously described fashion, although bit more coherent. I tried meeting up with him a second time as he seemed a bit more stable on the phone, and figured I would bring him some food, but when I arrived he was shouting in the middle of the street aggressively. I decided it was for the best to turn around and go home before he saw me.

After a few months, J's phone stopped receiving my messages. I assumed he was institutionalized and was able to locate him calling several dozen psych wards in my city. We spoke several times and he seemed completely lucid, but he ended up jumping off a 5th story, landing on concrete. (Don't ask me what kind of psych ward has open, unguarded windows on a 5th floor...)

He survived... with a broken spine, hip and arm. Nothing short of a miracle truly, and after 6 months of recovery wheelchair bound he was walking again.

Unfortunately, for reasons unrelated to the event, I decided to cut ties with him. But he is mentally sane and completely mobile.

TLDR: My friend became homeless, had LSD induced psychosis, read my mind and I experienced a vast drop in temperature as well as sleep paralysis. He attempted suicide jumping off a 5th story, survived and has recovered fully mentally and physically.

There is so much wonderful free content JP has available on youtube, he's extremely intelligent and very insightful. I've always seen him as an honest person above all, although I disagree with some of his political views.

P. Academy is presented as if it were the equivalent to a university degree or an alternative to higher education. I've seen some of the reviews, and even though some of the people reviewing them are clearly on the extreme left and had no intention of making an honest review from the beginning, P. Academy gives them plenty of valid reasons to criticize JP.

What's your opinion?