Bee

undergraduate triple major, post-graduate LLB

[Bryan Johnson @bryan_johnson]

“bro so busy trying to not die he forgot how to live”

I’m told hundreds of times a day that I need to live a little. That I’m so busy trying to not die that I’ve forgotten to live.

The psychology powering this sentiment is the most interesting phenomenon happening on earth right now.

Every individual constructs a persona, a character to present to the world. It’s a compromise between what they are and what society demands of them. In current culture, its characteristics are the appearance of living fully, productivity, busyness, enjoying life, pleasure, spontaneity, and being unafraid.

It’s carefully constructed to shield the wearer from the terror of their inevitable death. To make this irreconcilable pain invisible to themselves, they dissolve themselves into the group and enact its rituals.

Sleep under your desk, have a drink, pull the vape, grab a fast food meal, gamble a little, stay up late to watch your favorite show, splurge some, chill out…live a little.

They are living.

At the cellular level, metabolic debt accumulates and repair mechanisms are traded for short term dopamine spikes.

But it’s done together, so it’s normal, and even desirable. No one will die alone if everyone is dying together and all agree to call it living.

The group moves in unison, comforted by the rhythmic movement. When someone declines to participate in their shared rituals, they experience it as an insult and a threat that must be attacked, discredited and mocked.

Subconsciously, they know their rituals are performative and masking something that must be suppressed. But it’s been buried so deep that it’s only a faint whisper, easily silenced by a swipe at the offender.

But then the whisper becomes a quiet voice and asks if they’re afraid. They attack the mirror because they cannot bear the reflection.

In pre-modern societies, death rituals were explicit and honest. They held a funeral, kept a mourning period, washed the body, prayed for the dead and observed burial customs. They faced death and created community rituals to metabolize the grief, fear and loss.

We no longer have death rituals. As explicit customs eroded, consumer culture monetized the void, driving our existential anxieties underground. Thanksgiving debauchery, New Year drunkenness, Halloween indulgence, the wedding open bar, the treat, splurge and cheat day. They are commercialized, camouflaged celebrations staged as group rituals to dull the shared death anxiety.

We previously faced the fear and now we gluttonize on it. Group rituals that name and face death can metabolize it. Rituals that hide from it accumulate the debt and are owned by their creditors.

When I abstain from societal death rituals, I break the spell. The anesthesia only works if everyone does it together. One abstainer reveals to the room that they are drunk.

This is the source of the anger. It’s not my decisions. It’s their reflection in the mirror.

Predictably, the collective seeks to pathologize my non-conformity. They will claim that systematic discipline is just another defense mechanism; a frantic obsession with control to escape the same existential dread. They will argue that preserving the biological vessel is a sterile exercise, a perpetual preparation for a game I refuse to play.

They misunderstand the objective.

Control is maintaining the status quo. I seek an evolutionary jailbreak. Natural selection stops maintaining us once reproduction is done. Accepting that automated slide into decrepitude isn't ‘living’, it’s passive submission to a blind algorithmic process.

I am not opposed to pleasure. I am opposed to the counterfeit. I say no to the dying ritual so that I can say yes to the full offering of consciousness: a vibrant physiological state, cognitive clarity, and deep emotional coloring. Vitality is mastery, not abuse dressed up as freedom.

The reward is a clearer lens, the ability to see what is currently invisible. High resolution consciousness allows for depths of thought, creativity, and experiential variance that are far harder to reach when the brain and body are chronically inflamed, degraded, and sedated. I want to expand the boundaries of the human experience.

On offer in this new future are things that no human has ever tasted before. I’m not deprived by the lack of participating in the rituals, I’m pointing to a joy that the human mind has not yet imagined.

I don’t intend to live a little. I intend to live more than any human who has yet lived and invite you to join me.

[Bee @beeclaudia3]

@DebenhamsPRTeam … this seems… illegal … the exact same product being sold on Debenhams for an 85% markdown, you go onto the manufacturers page and its retail value is only £13 more?!!!

[Bee @beeclaudia3]

@bryan_johnson @_katetolo Are these glasses really worth it?

[Bee @beeclaudia3]

@Helen_Fields As a lawyer at an international firm in London, there are hundreds of CVs that come in every day. The difficultly candidates have is separating them from the rest. Also it’s quite shocking to see how little time students spend on pro bono work.

[Bee @beeclaudia3]

@murphy_the_gr8 @AJamesMcCarthy @pepperbug No stop my whole heart !!!!!!

[Bee @beeclaudia3]

@pepperbug I think I have found his twin

[Bee @beeclaudia3]

@Emeliarjl @grok who is she

[Bee @beeclaudia3]

@depressionlesss Hi 🩷🩷

[Hopewell Chin’ono @daddyhope]

In 2006, I was at a travel agency on Samora Machel Avenue in Harare collecting my flight ticket for my trip that evening to London. Those days we had to physically go and collect our tickets.

I saw a young man who was literally in tears. He had been given money to pay for his ticket because he was going abroad to study medicine on a scholarship, and the money had either been lost or stolen on his way to pay for his ticket. He was devastated.

I asked the agent, Sis Elizabeth, why the young man was crying, and she explained the situation to me. I was not a man of huge means. I asked to see his paperwork, and he showed me everything. He was with his brother, and he produced the scholarship letters and all the relevant documents.

His waiting touched me, but I could not use my UK credit card to help him because Zimbabwe had a dysfunctional banking system, and it still does. So I asked the agent to issue the young man his ticket and put it on my account. I took his details, and I also gave him mine.
His parents, both ordinary school teachers, called me to thank me profoundly, and asked to meet with me when I am back from my UK trip. They eventually paid the money about a year and a half later.

Nineteen years later, someone from my home in Britain called me today to say there was a parcel for me. I asked her to open it, inside was a 1962 vintage Glen Grant bottle of whisky worth £2,500 (R56,950).
This not-so-young man anymore has sent it as a Christmas present. He is now a specialist practising medicine in France.

Thank you so much, Ronald, for the whisky. Writing this made my eyes well up. I continuously wish you and your family well.
This reminds us that when we do good for others, regardless of how much time passes, people never forget the kindness that lifted them when they needed it most.

[IG:Joy-Zelda @joy_zelda]

This is one of the Bullies at Milnerton High School whose name was removed from the list

His name is Morgan Lodewyk

Let's make him Trend

[Bee @beeclaudia3]

@bryan_johnson @PeterSchiff I’m so confused I thought the blue light theory was disproved?

[Bee @beeclaudia3]

@bryan_johnson Wow this felt personal

[Leo | Phalanx Labs @SpartanPsyche]

Neuroplasticity works faster under high emotional intensity. If you can resist a craving when it’s at its peak, you get a bigger rewiring effect. This is why the hardest moments matter most, they’re not setbacks, they’re high-voltage opportunities to change.

[MissT 🇿🇦 The Invincible 🤍🌻 @Misst_Thembs]

I won’t regret this path God chose for me

Today I’m a qualified mechanical engineer 😭😭😭😭

I never thought 😭😭😭

[lentil & bowser 🩶 walter & bonkers 🌈 @WalterBestBoy]

to be loved is to be changed ❤️

[Bee @beeclaudia3]

@AJamesMcCarthy Fuming too.

[₊✩‧₊ mel ₊✩‧₊ mcrnash x2 @joyriidiing]

i had my first mri ever yesterday and they asked me what music i wanted to hear to drown out the noise so i said hozier and i just wanted to give yall and accurate recreation of what i heard yesterday bc i thought it was funny af

[Bee @beeclaudia3]

@bryan_johnson I saw a post that you use Elto MD sunscreen, but it has high amounts of octinoxate. Is this ingredient not as bad as we are told?

[Bryan Johnson @bryan_johnson]

Your IV infusions may leach microplastics directly into your bloodstream. A recent study found thousands of microplastic particles in standard hospital IV fluids.

We tested this ourselves.

Our results confirmed IV fluids do contain microplastics. A standard wellness IV drip may deliver up to 40,000 microplastic particles directly into your bloodstream.

Recreational and wellness IV infusions are on the rise, with the global market growing at an estimated 8% compound annual growth rate.