Boring, Boring, Weekends.
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- dnoobie0
Drive to the local vet - go in with a panicked look on your face. Shout how your pet horse "wilbur" is back at the stables freaking out. Get as much "special k" as possible. WARNING - just take one to begin with, and work your way up. For me, 4 of 'em on a saturday afternoon and "bing" - next thing I know, it's monday morning (sometimes tues. morning).
Or go for nice jog, and do some cooking.
- bored2death0
Weekends are just the days you're not working.
- CyBrainX0
Wiffleball
- ********0
Nic Cage films
- mikotondria30
Just be bored, don't stress.
- doesnotexist0
chill
- OBBTKN0
Boredom is good for your blood pressure, enjoy it ;)
- fadein110
boring people get bored
- shade0
I’ve experimented with LSD, which on occasion has resulted in a few really horrendous situations but overall was pretty funny. I’ve taken mild muscle relaxants, had bizarre dreams while feverish and guzzling cough syrup; I’ve sucked out the nitreous oxide from a can of aerosol whipped cream and been giddy and dizzy for twenty lurid, retarded seconds. I had my wisdom teeth taken out and, while under the gas, experienced prohetic and haunting visions of things to come.
But I will tell you, nothing beats sleep deprivation when it comes to really astounding experiences of altered consciousness. I swear by it. Sleep deprivation! The sun coming up on another day and you, glassy-eyed like a fish, gritting your teeth and rubbing your eyes- your state of mind slowly shifted in such a way that you feel you’ve slipped out of the bonds of an illusory and narcoticized waking life into an altered state which is hyper-awake, where, for the fleeting moments you can maintain this vantage point before the cruel, weak body shuts you down and you collapse into an exhausted heap, you get a glimpse of what the world really looks like, startingly beautifully and hysterically ugly.
Sometimes this viewpoint produces euphoria, and sometimes it results in near-suicidal despair. This is fine with me. Experience can be approached in two ways: you can put things on a moral qualitative scale, where, say, on a scale of one to ten, one represents “a really bad time” and ten represents “a totally kick-ass time,” and then go about the business of trying to have all your experiences be, if not tens, at least in the four to five range. Alternatively, you can put experience on the same scale they try to allude to with those little drawings of thermometers on the side of jars of salsa, where low-thermometer equals mild and bland, and high-thermometer equals spicy and delicious. According to this rating system, traditional dichotomies of “bad” and “good” experience merely fall under the umbrella category of “spicy.” The main thing to be avoided are not the “one” experiences but that low-thermometer “mild” salsa, because, really, if you like mild salsa, just face it, you don’t like salsa. You like tomatoes. That’s fine for you, but I myself am a spicy condiment individual and under my thermometer rating scheme your acceptable four and five scale experiences become my unacceptable mild salsa experiences.
Thus, sleep deprivation. Why not? Laughing your ass off is a great experience, but bawling uncontrollably is pretty interesting as well. It’s in these moments that you realize what’s really going on in the world around you, and that once you get crying you really should cry forever, because there’s no end of stuff to weep about, and that at the same time there is so much hilarity whirling around you that to be truly in tune with it, to live a life without the filters and blinders of sticky, opium-like sleep, would mean you’d just keep laughing and laughing until you died from lack of oxygen to the brain. Moments like that are the peaks of emotional experience, and even as you have them you sometimes become dimly aware that this is one of those things that is going to stick with you, that it is going to become an archetype, a pivotal memory. Time tends to boil your life away until it’s just these moments; you think back and in the camera lens of your recollection everything is stark and well-choreographed. Things seem simple and better then than in the murky, complex now. Sometimes, though, I think, if you get freaked out enough your actual life begins to resemble what the memory will be. And that’s a beautiful thing.
(Al Burian - Burn Collector)
- Yeh you can't do this all the time. though can you? Fine for a few weekends in your 20s but there's stuff to be getting on withmikotondria3
- yeah... I mean usually this is only for drug addicts who have no money left.shade
