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Have you ever been so high that you don't even feel high anymore? I mean, you're totally off your head, but it just feels like a pleasant, first-person rush. You find yourself in the midst of various situations with no care how you got there. You're in the now.
It's a heady sensation. I get to read the things I write as they happen, there's no conscious recollection of putting any thought together. It just happens.
I guess it's like running my backup personality. I have no immediate access to my memory banks, so I find myself in the middle of doing something, and it's an amazing revelation. My body moves on its own, my mouth opens and says all the things I wish I'd usually say, and I find myself being a kinder, better person; yet it's not me controlling things.
It's not as eerie as it sounds. Maybe I have Aspergers. I mean that, I'm not being facetious; maybe I have Aspergers. It would explain so much, and I'm not sure how to feel about it.
Damn, that took a turn.
It's a heady sensation. I get to read the things I write as they happen, there's no conscious recollection of putting any thought together. It just happens.
I guess it's like running my backup personality. I have no immediate access to my memory banks, so I find myself in the middle of doing something, and it's an amazing revelation. My body moves on its own, my mouth opens and says all the things I wish I'd usually say, and I find myself being a kinder, better person; yet it's not me controlling things.
It's not as eerie as it sounds. Maybe I have Aspergers. I mean that, I'm not being facetious; maybe I have Aspergers. It would explain so much, and I'm not sure how to feel about it.
Damn, that took a turn.
