I say light fuzz because there are substances out there that offer more distortion and alteration and I have to allow for that.
But it seems like 80% or more of my posts in the last two years have been written when I was drunk or relatively buzzed, and I don't know if good can come of that or not. Maybe that is why there has been so much nonsense lately.
And it is always when I'm drunk. It is like something you are inclined to do at the moment. If you are horny, you think, goddammit, some bumpin' sounds pretty good right now (strange euphemism yes, but it just came to mind). Some people, when they are hungry, think, goddammit, some eatin' sounds pretty good right now. Well when I am drunk, I think, goddammit, some writin' sounds pretty good right now. This is not the most optimal correlation, as posts like this tend to get written.
I don't do a lot of writing when I am high, because I am past that point where a sort of minimal attention span suffices for a complete sentence. And I just don't feel like it either. I feel like making music. And that is another topic altogether.
But speaking of being high, a short note on the drug question. It seems these drugs are analogous to simply turning up that fuzz, and a lot of people in the world ascribe these sort of evil, monstrous qualities to drugs in general, and fear them and persecute those who use them, when in fact they are unaware that they are simply a part of a group that fears that further ascension (or descent) into realms of consciousness that aren't quite understood yet. Yes, a fear of the unknown, it always comes up. How many people have I had a conversation with that say pretty confidently: "Oh marijuana, I don't touch that stuff", all the while holding a beer or coctail in their hand. And I think, yes, you have the stuff right in your hand, its just a different composition of chemicals that doesn't take you as far. And that attitude itself is waning in California at least. Sort of.
It was hot and heavy today. September and early October are strange months for weather. You think, oh lord finally the coolness, and then the next day you find yourself in a broiler. All this expanding and contracting is mushing up my already alcohol-fuzzed brain.
I told my Moral Philosophy class today that I was interested in many things but I was lost. I said it lightly, with a sort of chuckle, but I don't know how it was received.
To hell with it. Most of those philosophy majors miss the point of philosophy. They find a line of thought that they like and then they adhere to it and use it to argue and sound crafty but in the end it is word sorcery and not really questioning. But I suppose they do have something to be envied if they aren't lost. Even if they have wayward convictions. It still seems to bring a sort of power, whether earned or not, and I guess that counts for something.
