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A Broken Heart Really Does Hurt, Scientists Claim
Death Metal writes "Psychologists at the University of California, Los Angeles say the human body has a gene that connects physical pain sensitivity with social pain sensitivity. The findings back the common theory that rejection 'hurts' by showing that a gene regulating the body's most potent painkillers — mu-opioids — is involved in socially painful experiences too."
"Individuals with the rare form of the pain gene, who were shown in previous work to be more sensitive to physical pain"
Isolate and manipulate.
Do The Evolution ;)
Finally, parents can know ahead of time if their kids are destined to grow up into whiny little John Hughes emo assholes, and vacuum the little bitch out before they have to end up paying for 20 years worth of Hot Topic clothes.
Up next, the Goth gene!
Does this mean I can sue when I get dumped?
"You may say she died of a ruptured ventricle; but I know she died of a broken heart."
NO NO NO, God designed us 6,000 years ago to feel real pain on rejection from other humans because he is a sadistic control freak.
You people who reject the Bible's completely 100% accuracy really sicken me, how dare you attempt to think logically and critically!!!!
Tsukasa: All I really want, is to be left alone...
most slashdotters are socially inept, so a broken OS is more likely to produce pain than a broken heart
Don't let the door hit you on your way out, Mr. Drama Queen.
The Psychologists later added, "if you're a total pussy."
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you're just trying to distract yourself from thinking about her.. i know the feeling :/
Dude sounds like you're better off staying in the basement
No offense dude, but im pretty sure god is trying to kill you
No I'm not.
Considering he once downed the entire world, I'd say he's no longer on top of his game.
An SQL query goes to a bar, walks up to a table and asks, "Mind if I join you?"
That's nothing. I've had my eyes plucked out by rabid bats. I've all my fingers broken, heal badly, and then broken again with a nutcracker. I've had my head chopped off and sewn back on backwards, only to have it done all over again after the lawsuit. I've had the skin on my penis peeled back like a banana with lasers and BBQ tongs.
A broken heart? I don't get them, I give them.
You are welcome on my lawn.
Hey, he's not one of us any more! Get him!
Google Shaun T's Insanity workout. Guaranteed you cannot do it without 10 breaks.
Since the first hit shows that it comes on 11 DVDs, I'll believe you.
>>>crap sex without love is often just crap.
Which is why I just watch playboy.com instead. "Nobody knows you like yourself."
"I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it." - historian Evelyn Beatrice Hall
Sounds like you've got the start of a good country music song right there...
All right, all right, you win.
Although I do at the moment have one of those paper cuts that you get along the inside edge of your index finger, the kind that hurt like hell when you get hot wings sauce on them. For all I know, it might get infected and then I'll need a shot.
And let's not even get started on the emotional pain of all the Burnout Paradise races I lost at 5am this morning to sad and drunk Brits because that paper cut is on exactly the part of my finger that touches the L1 button on my PS3 controller.
Also.
You are welcome on my lawn.
Hey, that's nothing....
I had to wear a crown of thorns, be flogged by fucking Roman soldiers while hauling a heavy-ass hunk of lumber around, have my hands and feet attached to that lumber with goddamn (sorry, Dad) nails. Then, to add insult to injury, some Centurion decides to use me as a pin cushion and, finally, I'm buried alive. Sheesh. Talk about a tough three days...