It’s sometimes very easy to feel that I could retreat into the depths of my mind and let my eyes watch while my body continues to maneuver through life, as it has for 21 years. My body could continue attending courses, and it could receive a degree in some field. It could take part in…
Take for instance a situation where you’re driving through an underground tunnel and you casually notice that the tenth of a mile digit on the mileage meter turns 6 units. Say this is a tunnel only used to get you to the airport, and so it’s a few months before you drive it again. But…
There are a handful of squeak doors on campus that scream at a remarkably high frequency. It’s actually painful to walk through them because the waveform rapes my eardrum. And yet, people continue to use them instead of choosing adjacent non-squeaking doors. Of course, the non-squeaking doors are also used, but I had hoped that…
I’m a fan of fevers. I enjoy that uncomfortable feeling of being alternately hot and cold every few seconds. Enjoying an uncomfortable feeling is contradictory, I’m aware. More accurately, I enjoy a feeling which most people feel is uncomfortable. I enjoy the fever feeling for reasons similar to the reasons people take recreational drugs. Fevers,…
I’m skeptical of what dictates where and into what family you are born. I’ve always had a feeling that if I wasn’t born into this body that I’m in now, I’d be in another body, perhaps in Africa, or Russia. Maybe I’d be a girl, but I think one thing that wouldn’t change is my…
This is in reference to a previous post I wrote, about dictating the events of your life in the same way you are able to control what happens while lucid dreaming. I went blueberry picking with a few people on Murphy Dome. I was so certain that the area we would be picking wouldn’t require…
I think <– this is an opening many people use to begin their talks. It’s a kind of defense mechanism wherein they can always rely on the ‘everyone is entitled to their own opinion’ moral code in the event the person they are talking with is of a different stance on the subject being discussed….
I loved the coming down stage of my first mushroom trip. I felt so exhausted that I could fall asleep forever and still not get enough rest. Melting into objects because you can’t support yourself is an extraordinary feeling.
E. Wilson, a friend of mine, explained the unsettling feeling that each passing year is shorter than the last this way: each year that passes represents a smaller fraction of your life. At two years of age, one year = half your life. At fifty, the same number of days is reduced to a fiftyith.