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I am always disappointed that the [ HR ] code doesn't really help with harm reduction.

Sure you get a horizontal line, but does that mean: don't cross the line or some harm will sneak up on you and molest you in the ear?
Anyways, yes NKB ... sage as a mage - frequently even more unnecessarily serious about matters than I. Living up to the name, although I wonder where the 'never' came from?
Yah MXE combines well with the sauce, unlike with ketamine which makes me very dizzy and miserably nauseous. S-ket that is. I have the urge to analyze it pharmacologically right here and now, but who knows if anyone is even interested in that. It's a social thread and nobody asked for wanna-be academic theories?
As for adolescent passion: jackpot, that's the one. I guess autism can make for an emotional rapport / emotional developmental life's history that can be a bit fogy, retarded and childishly simple... maybe not that extreme if the autism is not that extreme, but still. For me, adolescent passion was and now still seems like an emotionally explosive experience, even if naieve. I would probably idealize it more than others because the intensity is inspiring.
But: it is also a fool's love. Well in truth if you are madly in love, even more mature love I think, it is still not difficult to become an utter fool, or to make a complete fool of yourself.
It can be manic, ecstatic but also consuming and destined to crash like a rolling Icarus. Firy, passionate love flowing in a relationship is almost bipolar or rather borderlining. Many ups and downs, until indeed meltdown like NKB says. Rarely ever meant to last. Whether it is worth the pain of losing it all again is quite the conundrum, I think I am a believer and I think there can be something transcendental about a supernova-style fling, that makes it worth the suffering, just like in general special moments or special things in life can seem ALL-justifying.
I'm reminded of some mentally unstable people who say that they will rather have the brutal ups and downs than a bland steady mundane mediocrity. (Of course in general one can live a relatively steady life and still enjoy so many things, but this seems like a semi backfiring reductio ad absurdum...).
I have become somewhat convinced that some people just have a very low tolerance for boredom, maybe sometimes even morbidly. (I think it would be wrong and oversimplistic to imagine such a person always as whining when there is nothing to do, such a person may be extremely adept at finding that everything can become interesting. Initially that may seem to solve the case because there could never be boredom to return and torture that person... but it could cause the person to become addicted to novelty in a sense, it can probably become very hard to take a break from it and just have a little peace. All of this could escalate into a life of being ravished in a life of turmoil, and it may be forgotten that there were ever choices that preceded.
Finally, FFS we are in PD, are psychedelics not able to make us sore angelic or fathom hell? Similar theme?
What do all of those notions have in common? (besides apparently seconding NKB's suggestion that love is a risky gamble, just not quite as dis

ened)
p.s. sorry, slightly on a stim rant.. hey lets invite shambles, lol