Ok here's the deal,
Some of you may recall that I started uni' in October. A few weeks before starting, for reasons I wont' go into (mainly because there ar enone), I smoked weed again. My dp was originally brought on by weed smoking. This time I really smoked it. Naturally it totally screwed me up. Anyway I've been in a very bad relapse ever since, worse dp/dr ever....etc etc. So here I am at uni, and waddaya' know everyone's a f*cking druggie. Seriously, I came back from work last night at 3 am, to find a large number of people wandering around my floor, totally mashed on magic mushrooms. All the people in my block seem to do is get stoned (they don't even get drunk), and now they're all talking about going on to harder drugs like lsd.
Students, the cream of society, F*CK OFF!!!
They all seem to have come from very middle class backgrounds as well, devoid of any prior drug use. It's like Lord of the Flies here. I do hang around with them, when they're stoned or tripping or whatever. The weird thing is they have no idea that I'm on a constant acid trip anyway. There's this one guy who is absolutely insistent on me trying mushrooms. He's the so called 'deep thinking' type, and we have many philosophical chats, so he thinks that if we both take drugs we can have even more 'far out' discussions. So the other day I explained to him very briefly about my experiences with weed, a very vague description of what it felt like to be inside my head. Clearly he didn't have a clue, so I gave up. When I told him that I like to go to the gym and go running becuase it was the only thing that seemd to distract me from myself, he gave the most infuriating response. It was typical student pompous inanity, he said I "shouldn't go to the gym" (followed by a chilled out 'maaaan'), but should try and find a good balance for smoking weed so I can relax. He was being deadly serious. It was at this point that I decided never to talk about my dp to anyone ever again. It's so aggrevating though. Clearly he thinks that such pursuits as fitness and strength are totally poitnless, and that one should instead pursue higher plains of existence, just like every other student seems to be doing with their drug experimentation.
F*ck it, just give me a 60k salary, a company car, a big house, two week vacation in Florida each year. There's nothing wrong with that? I don't want this so called 'transcendental' crap anymore.
Thios fucking university crap is killing me. It's like one big wasters holiday, with a few lectures thrown in.
Some of you may recall that I started uni' in October. A few weeks before starting, for reasons I wont' go into (mainly because there ar enone), I smoked weed again. My dp was originally brought on by weed smoking. This time I really smoked it. Naturally it totally screwed me up. Anyway I've been in a very bad relapse ever since, worse dp/dr ever....etc etc. So here I am at uni, and waddaya' know everyone's a f*cking druggie. Seriously, I came back from work last night at 3 am, to find a large number of people wandering around my floor, totally mashed on magic mushrooms. All the people in my block seem to do is get stoned (they don't even get drunk), and now they're all talking about going on to harder drugs like lsd.
Students, the cream of society, F*CK OFF!!!
They all seem to have come from very middle class backgrounds as well, devoid of any prior drug use. It's like Lord of the Flies here. I do hang around with them, when they're stoned or tripping or whatever. The weird thing is they have no idea that I'm on a constant acid trip anyway. There's this one guy who is absolutely insistent on me trying mushrooms. He's the so called 'deep thinking' type, and we have many philosophical chats, so he thinks that if we both take drugs we can have even more 'far out' discussions. So the other day I explained to him very briefly about my experiences with weed, a very vague description of what it felt like to be inside my head. Clearly he didn't have a clue, so I gave up. When I told him that I like to go to the gym and go running becuase it was the only thing that seemd to distract me from myself, he gave the most infuriating response. It was typical student pompous inanity, he said I "shouldn't go to the gym" (followed by a chilled out 'maaaan'), but should try and find a good balance for smoking weed so I can relax. He was being deadly serious. It was at this point that I decided never to talk about my dp to anyone ever again. It's so aggrevating though. Clearly he thinks that such pursuits as fitness and strength are totally poitnless, and that one should instead pursue higher plains of existence, just like every other student seems to be doing with their drug experimentation.
F*ck it, just give me a 60k salary, a company car, a big house, two week vacation in Florida each year. There's nothing wrong with that? I don't want this so called 'transcendental' crap anymore.
Thios fucking university crap is killing me. It's like one big wasters holiday, with a few lectures thrown in.