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talktoolooseI'm just not that into altered states.
I like to drink, but not to get drunk. In a boisterous crowd, I'll drink more, but still only a few drinks. I've enjoyed getting high on grass a few times and hash once.
But last summer, I got high with my nephew who showed up at our place with his pipe and stash. We went for a big, stoned walk and I remember thinking, "if I wasn't high, I'd be having a really shitty time; as it is I just don't care. What a waste of time". My nephew called getting stoned, "getting faded" and that's what it was like. The world was muted. Well, I like vivid. That's why I always wear my glasses. The lucid card beats the vanity card for me.
I was nervous about my wisdom tooth extraction last week, so the dentist asked me if I wanted nitrous oxide. He said I would still feel everything, but I wouldn't really care. NO2 really only works as long as it is flowing. He said he'd bring me up on it and then see how I liked it and bring me down before we tried any procedure. Since I believe in trying everything that life has to offer, I agreed.
They spent a bit of time preparing the mask and the mixture and then turned the valves. The whole setting was a bit Dr. Mengele's monster, if you ask me. So the dentist starts telling me, "your feet are relaxing, your ankles are relaxing, your calves are relaxing." Somewhere south of my dick, I started to panic. I felt my world becoming a dangerous place where bad things would be done to me and I would have no ability or, worse, desire to stop it.
I called a halt to the altered state, returned to my senses and got through the extraction with normal anaesthetics, calming words from the dentist and a lot of deep breathing and actively relaxing my muscles.
What a weird feeling -- out comes a deeply rooted part of your body. And no, modern dentistry does not use some wonderful disintegrating laser -- It's the same old pliers as a century ago. Mouth plumbing.
Part way through, I broke a huge sweat. Wow. Interesting experience and bascially no post-operative pain. Glad I was all there to experience it.
I like to drink, but not to get drunk. In a boisterous crowd, I'll drink more, but still only a few drinks. I've enjoyed getting high on grass a few times and hash once.
But last summer, I got high with my nephew who showed up at our place with his pipe and stash. We went for a big, stoned walk and I remember thinking, "if I wasn't high, I'd be having a really shitty time; as it is I just don't care. What a waste of time". My nephew called getting stoned, "getting faded" and that's what it was like. The world was muted. Well, I like vivid. That's why I always wear my glasses. The lucid card beats the vanity card for me.
I was nervous about my wisdom tooth extraction last week, so the dentist asked me if I wanted nitrous oxide. He said I would still feel everything, but I wouldn't really care. NO2 really only works as long as it is flowing. He said he'd bring me up on it and then see how I liked it and bring me down before we tried any procedure. Since I believe in trying everything that life has to offer, I agreed.
They spent a bit of time preparing the mask and the mixture and then turned the valves. The whole setting was a bit Dr. Mengele's monster, if you ask me. So the dentist starts telling me, "your feet are relaxing, your ankles are relaxing, your calves are relaxing." Somewhere south of my dick, I started to panic. I felt my world becoming a dangerous place where bad things would be done to me and I would have no ability or, worse, desire to stop it.
I called a halt to the altered state, returned to my senses and got through the extraction with normal anaesthetics, calming words from the dentist and a lot of deep breathing and actively relaxing my muscles.
What a weird feeling -- out comes a deeply rooted part of your body. And no, modern dentistry does not use some wonderful disintegrating laser -- It's the same old pliers as a century ago. Mouth plumbing.
Part way through, I broke a huge sweat. Wow. Interesting experience and bascially no post-operative pain. Glad I was all there to experience it.
