I got all screwed up on my numbering the past two days. Fixed, I think.
But the prompt I wrote about was about dreams.
Ooh. I wish i’d written more about those. Had kind of a long aside with the woman from the prescription service yesterday.
The folks I’m dealing with for the mental aspects of my disease. I think they’re curious about doing some of the more esoteric substances to see what’d happen to someone wiht a scarred brain.
I can’t do that, though. Restrictions from both my and my wife’s work.
Do I have even the mildest curiosity about tripping balls?
I’d be lying if I said that there isn’t a little intrigue.
Would I wanna go full Aaron Rodgers?
No. I still really don’t wanna puke. Ever.
But there is that mild curiosity about losing control. It fades when I think about the other things where I don’t have control courtesy my condition, but….
Also goes to the things where people felt lit it was okay to lie to the public in hte name of safety.
If you take this substance, you will either go crazy or die.
If you have unsafe sex, you will get AIDS and die.
A coupler of years ago, it was COVID.
At this point in time, I’m sick of being told to be scared.