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2017-10-09 / \/ \/ / \
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Today was overall a good dose day, it was / _/ / /
unintrusive and I was feeling cool and \_______/_\___/____/\___/____/_
getting shit done, but I had what was my / \/ \/ / \
first "is this my mental health or is this / _/ /_ _/
the drug" moment after work this afternoon. /- / _/ /
It would have been about eight hours after I \________/\________/\___/____/
dosed so the drug should have been rolling
off.
I left work feeling fine and had to run an errand before coming home so
went a different route which has a lot more foot traffic than the way I
usually go, as I was crossing the bridge near the train station I saw a
feather, it wasn't an especially significant feather it was just from a gull
or something, but it was flattened and dirtied and trampled from all the
people stepping on it as they walked past and in that second I went from chill
to furious in the blink of an eye, it was surreal. It was compressed into in
the space of two or three seconds.
Seeing the state of the feather and the people stomping by I was so
viscerally outraged that these fat, heavy, ugly, crude animals could be so
disrespectful to something so beautiful and magical that I wanted to scream. I
wanted to draw blood.
It literally played out like this:
Step, step, feeling pretty good, music up loud, got stuff to do.
Step, spy the feather.
Step, burst into flames.
Step, fine again.
Step, stop, what the heck was that?
For a nanosecond it was a little scary and put me in a weird headspace.
