My brain ignites right before I’m supposed to sleep…it decides to ponder not only existence but nit-pick every choice I’ve made that day

I had an existential crisis when I was probably 11. It haunted me and I didn’t sleep for days because I was contemplating, constantly.

My belief now, after many psychedelic trips is very akin to the short novel “The Egg” by Andy Weir. Even if I have no idea what the truth could be, I take comfort in that fun read. It seems right to me

I’ve always been a fan of, we’re the universe experiencing itself.

This answer is very valid. I’ve grown up around a lot of Mormons.

Doesn’t sound very reputable. Sounds like a Buffalo Wild Wings.

I’ve been in the restaurant industry for over 15 years and the least I ever had to tip out to the kitchen was 2.5%. Never, did they not get tipped out.

Also, I’m not complaining, I love the back of house, but don’t spread bullshit cause you had a bad go