so how you feeling the day after?
Feeling okay now...And not dead.
That was really fucking insane. My mind was blown to pieces. My identity seemed to be stripped away. I was trying to analyze my thoughts and feelings and came to some pretty illogical conclusions.
Some time after my last post, I started to think I was somehow killing people with my mind - not intentionally, but like some force I had no control over.
I had this thought that if I wanted to, I could be a really successful serial killer, but I did not want to do that. Somehow, knowing that I could do things like that if I wanted to made me feel totally evil - not a rational thought, since anyone can kill people if they want to - most people just don't want to be murderers (I belong to the group that does not want to kill people, so I guess just knowing I could do that if I wanted to says nothing at all about whether I am good or evil - not that it is a black and white issue anyway).
I felt that somehow if doing something good makes you feel good, that means you are actually bad. That was some badly flawed logic. Not that I was really able to think logically in that state anyway.
Not sure why I kept saying I was an egomaniac and shit like that. I was actually in a state close to ego death and I felt completely insignificant and at many points, thought I did not even exist. I don't think that is really being an egomaniac - I am not sure I even knew what the word meant when I was writing that. I was really whacked out of my head that time and acting like a raving lunatic.
Was definitely really interesting.
I don't think it actually damaged my brain either, though I am not quite normal yet (not that I ever have been normal...but I meant normal for me).
That was fucking weird in ways that I can't possibly describe. For a while, I thought my mind was somehow dead but my body was still alive.
Pretty sure a lot of the really weird blood pressure reading were errors caused by my inability to stop moving around while taking the measurements.
I had this idea that the universe was like a computer and aliens were manipulating space, time, matter, and our thoughts.
During part of the time that I thought I was dead, I thought God or aliens were going to disintegrate all elementary particles in the universe and collapse it into a small point so that it could be recreated in a new way. It did not scare me since I thought I was already dead, but it just felt sad because everyone/everything else was about to be destroyed.
Lots of other things I could say, but not going to take the time now.