I didn't want to have another blog where I complain, however I have to relay a story about a crappy party I went to on Saturday. I don't consider it complaining, although I must admit there isn't too much positive stuff in there...
umm, I went to a crappy party on Saturday night. I went with our bass player Steve and our Drummer Joe. Joe took some kind of unknown prescription drugs with his beer and passed out for like 2 hours. When he woke up he could barely stand on his own, we had to take him home. It was intense. He's alive though. I got a voice mail from him today.
I got a little too stoned, which made everything really weird. I kind of space out when I'm stoned, usually it isn't an issue but I kept losing track of how long I was spaced out for. My whole internal clock was all fucked up so I couldn't figure out how long I had been staring off into space or how long I had been talking for. Then my short attention span kicked in and I couldn't focus on anything in particular.
There was this fat black guy there that looked like he wasn't a real fat person. He looked more like a skinny white guy in a black fat suit. He was also behaving like a bad effeminate weirdo character from an early 90's tv show or something. I'm pretty sure he wasn't a real person.
People fascinate me. I found myself just staring at everyone. Also, ate a half pound of chocolate covered raisins, they were delicious to me.
What I noticed was that it felt weird to be in this house full of people where no one knew who I was or expressed any interest in interacting with me. I was surely not invisible, and people did notice I was there. They just simply were not interested. Not that I'm used to all kinds of attention, I think I was just able to clearly and succinctly describe the exact feeling I've always had just about every moment of my life. That "Nobody likes me" feeling. Maybe you know that feeling too...
I must admit that this feeling usually depresses me, although today I feel no such depression. Its more like: "Huh...thats what that is..." kind of feeling.
In a completely unrelated topic, i watched the Insheeption episode of South Park last night when I got home. Fucking genius. Especially at the end when Kyle says "How do you know it wasn't your therapy?" and that guy comes in with the background music. It makes me want to watch Inception again. I liked it. Mostly because its about dreams, and I'm into dreams.
Did you know that scientists theorize that the dreams we have during REM (Rapid Eye Movement) are possibly highly realistic simulations designed to train our minds for possible upcoming events. When you go into REM sleep, your brain releases 2 potent chemicals. One is designed to paralyze your entire body, and the other is called DMT (Dimethyltriptomene) which is a powerful hallucinogen that facilitates the simulations. If your body wasn't paralyzed you would get up and move around as if your dream were real life. I watched this awesome Nova Special about it on Netflix.
Thats it for me for tonight.
umm, I went to a crappy party on Saturday night. I went with our bass player Steve and our Drummer Joe. Joe took some kind of unknown prescription drugs with his beer and passed out for like 2 hours. When he woke up he could barely stand on his own, we had to take him home. It was intense. He's alive though. I got a voice mail from him today.
I got a little too stoned, which made everything really weird. I kind of space out when I'm stoned, usually it isn't an issue but I kept losing track of how long I was spaced out for. My whole internal clock was all fucked up so I couldn't figure out how long I had been staring off into space or how long I had been talking for. Then my short attention span kicked in and I couldn't focus on anything in particular.
There was this fat black guy there that looked like he wasn't a real fat person. He looked more like a skinny white guy in a black fat suit. He was also behaving like a bad effeminate weirdo character from an early 90's tv show or something. I'm pretty sure he wasn't a real person.
People fascinate me. I found myself just staring at everyone. Also, ate a half pound of chocolate covered raisins, they were delicious to me.
What I noticed was that it felt weird to be in this house full of people where no one knew who I was or expressed any interest in interacting with me. I was surely not invisible, and people did notice I was there. They just simply were not interested. Not that I'm used to all kinds of attention, I think I was just able to clearly and succinctly describe the exact feeling I've always had just about every moment of my life. That "Nobody likes me" feeling. Maybe you know that feeling too...
I must admit that this feeling usually depresses me, although today I feel no such depression. Its more like: "Huh...thats what that is..." kind of feeling.
In a completely unrelated topic, i watched the Insheeption episode of South Park last night when I got home. Fucking genius. Especially at the end when Kyle says "How do you know it wasn't your therapy?" and that guy comes in with the background music. It makes me want to watch Inception again. I liked it. Mostly because its about dreams, and I'm into dreams.
Did you know that scientists theorize that the dreams we have during REM (Rapid Eye Movement) are possibly highly realistic simulations designed to train our minds for possible upcoming events. When you go into REM sleep, your brain releases 2 potent chemicals. One is designed to paralyze your entire body, and the other is called DMT (Dimethyltriptomene) which is a powerful hallucinogen that facilitates the simulations. If your body wasn't paralyzed you would get up and move around as if your dream were real life. I watched this awesome Nova Special about it on Netflix.
Thats it for me for tonight.
melyza:
did u know, that there has been cases in which dreams told the dreamer about illness in thier body before doctors had found it. 
binaryderek:
I didn't know that, but it is totally possible. 