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Uhhhhh...the title's pretty self-explanatory.

i apparently told my mum a story about a beetle knight who lives in a keyhole and has a little toothpick spear he uses to fight back invader roaches and sometimes if he doesn't trust you with what's on the other side of the door he pushes back against your key and that's why you suck at opening doors when you're drunk/high

...I'm sure that ended well...

the story or the conversation with my mum? if you're talking about the latter, she just told me to stop talking nonsense and go to sleep

I meant the conversation, LOL. Your mother sounds remarkably chill.

haha yeah, she is, but only regarding weed and other soft drugs. the other stuff, not so much.

I was recovering from surgery and there was a Good Eats marathon on tv while I was stuck in my room with no roommate. Vicodin + morphine = me telling my mom how the cats would really love pie made with pickles. Then I yelled at her for forgetting the eggwash, and passed out. I have no memory of this happening.

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i read this comment after you posted that cat video and immediately thought of this one

I thought that if I fell asleep, I would forget to breathe and my organs would start shutting down and I would die.

There was a part of me that knew this was ridiculous, but every time I closed my eyes I'd start freaking out. My brain was going, "HOW DO YOU KNOW IT WON'T HAPPEN? WHAT IF IT DOES? WHAT IF THE ONLY REASON IT HASN'T HAPPENED BEFORE IS BECAUSE YOU'VE JUST BEEN LUCKY?"

Yeah, not a good night.

I once tried to reason wit a clock to stop ticking so loudly. I could've just taken the batteries out, but I didn't want to abuse the imbalance of power inherent in the human/clock relationship. I felt totally enlightened because I understood that the clock had a deep, personal need to tick, just as I had a need for silence. I thought we'd find a solution if we only opened up to one another a bit.

Tl;dr: SJWs + LSD = WTF

Wow. I want to experience this.

I once took more LSD than I intended to, and a ways in (past where language broke down into the unpronounceable protosyllables of the collective unconscious) I began experiencing what's sometimes known as ego-death, the total loss of one's sense of self. Specifically, it became increasingly likely that I was not and had never been a human being limited to a conventional-spacetime perception of reality, but that I was an infinite and timeless being of energy that had chosen to manifest as a human being temporarily for the infinite-energy-being equivalent of shits and giggles.

Fortunately, I went to a very good college, and I remembered advice for this situation I'd read in the student handbook. While not attempting to discard or argue against the infinite-energy-being hypothesis, I reminded myself that I did have a specific memory of taking a powerful hallucinogen recently because I thought it would be interesting to do so, and it was possible that this was a side effect of said drug. Thus, the most prudent course was to give it some time, and enjoy how interesting it was in the meantime. If I was right that it was the drug, then it would wear off in several more hours, and if I was right that I was an energy creature outside of time, then it was no skin off my ass to wait a few hours.

Anyway, long story short, turned out it was the drug.

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