Something that meant something...
Here's something that happened to me a week or so back. My friend (to be mentioned) is confused as to why I value the experience.
I think it was last Sunday. A few days before my friend Nova was going to leave for his holiday. I thought I'd spend a bit of time with him before he went, as we don't really hang out much. We went to a shisha place that his friend works at. We got a shawer... something, a sandwich. Then he convinced me to do some shisha with him. I don't usually smoke it, but I've done it once or twice before. I remember a slight light headed feeling, but nothing too bad. We must've been there for about 3 hours, inhaling all that thick white smoke. You're supposed to be able to taste something with the shisha, but I don't usually get much from it. I started getting headaches near the end, but I carried on. Didn't think it was a problem, but eventually I started feeling the effects. When we got up to leave, I thought I was going to topple over the short steps they had there - I didn't - and then I left out the alleyway entrance, but not before running, yes running, amazingly, under the circumstances, and hindrances to my motor functions, back to grab my shopping bag that I briefly forgot about. Me and my friend made our way to the bus stop across the road, while I stumbled along, and him asking me if I could make I was sure I could walk. I could, and did, for I am ninja. It was when I tried to stop moving at the bus stop where I wasn't so ninja. I started feeling sick, and got extremely dizzy. I remember looking across the street at the top of a building where the light was shining. The light got brighter and brighter. It felt like it softly pulsed my body in the direction that the light from the building hit me. I took some three or four clumsy steps backward before dropping on my rear and then rolling onto my back. Then I just layed there. My friend was a bit shocked, he told me, which surprised me a bit. I thought he was used to this kind of thing, as he is more outgoing than me, one might say. He told me that I was just rocking my head slowly from side to side and half-smiling. I think I know why I was smiling. I remember the feeling of not caring what anyone else thought. Absolute apathy. I was too preoccupied with the state of my own body, and how sensational a feeling it was to be out of control of my own body. My temple was built of marshmallow. Nova was a bit scared, and he got me some water, which really helped. At times, he's not a friend that I'm particularly proud of, or influenced by, or someone that I'd admire - especially not as of recent, that is, the past few months - on that day he seemed a bit different. He cared a bit more than usual. He's always been a bit of a crowd pleaser. He likes to paint the masks of those around him onto himself. I think I know, however, that he really is something better underneath it all, yet I'm not impressed by the way he acts in front of others, in front of the more popular groups. I see a bit of myself in him. I think of my former self, and the way that I wish I saw the ugly aspects of myself sooner. I think that he might just need time to see it for himself, and I know that there are some people back in my earlier times that I wish would have stayed around for when I changed.
I think it was last Sunday. A few days before my friend Nova was going to leave for his holiday. I thought I'd spend a bit of time with him before he went, as we don't really hang out much. We went to a shisha place that his friend works at. We got a shawer... something, a sandwich. Then he convinced me to do some shisha with him. I don't usually smoke it, but I've done it once or twice before. I remember a slight light headed feeling, but nothing too bad. We must've been there for about 3 hours, inhaling all that thick white smoke. You're supposed to be able to taste something with the shisha, but I don't usually get much from it. I started getting headaches near the end, but I carried on. Didn't think it was a problem, but eventually I started feeling the effects. When we got up to leave, I thought I was going to topple over the short steps they had there - I didn't - and then I left out the alleyway entrance, but not before running, yes running, amazingly, under the circumstances, and hindrances to my motor functions, back to grab my shopping bag that I briefly forgot about. Me and my friend made our way to the bus stop across the road, while I stumbled along, and him asking me if I could make I was sure I could walk. I could, and did, for I am ninja. It was when I tried to stop moving at the bus stop where I wasn't so ninja. I started feeling sick, and got extremely dizzy. I remember looking across the street at the top of a building where the light was shining. The light got brighter and brighter. It felt like it softly pulsed my body in the direction that the light from the building hit me. I took some three or four clumsy steps backward before dropping on my rear and then rolling onto my back. Then I just layed there. My friend was a bit shocked, he told me, which surprised me a bit. I thought he was used to this kind of thing, as he is more outgoing than me, one might say. He told me that I was just rocking my head slowly from side to side and half-smiling. I think I know why I was smiling. I remember the feeling of not caring what anyone else thought. Absolute apathy. I was too preoccupied with the state of my own body, and how sensational a feeling it was to be out of control of my own body. My temple was built of marshmallow. Nova was a bit scared, and he got me some water, which really helped. At times, he's not a friend that I'm particularly proud of, or influenced by, or someone that I'd admire - especially not as of recent, that is, the past few months - on that day he seemed a bit different. He cared a bit more than usual. He's always been a bit of a crowd pleaser. He likes to paint the masks of those around him onto himself. I think I know, however, that he really is something better underneath it all, yet I'm not impressed by the way he acts in front of others, in front of the more popular groups. I see a bit of myself in him. I think of my former self, and the way that I wish I saw the ugly aspects of myself sooner. I think that he might just need time to see it for himself, and I know that there are some people back in my earlier times that I wish would have stayed around for when I changed.