Last night, while high, while watching a live concert dvd of the Elevation Tour, I had the near-orgasmic revelation that U2 is the best band ever, and Bono, possibly, the single coolest person in the world.
Also experienced was a feeling of utter horror brought about by the sudden belief that I was so high I had peed my pants.
I ran to the washroom, and passed someone on the stairs who I thought said to the person behind them not to walk where I had just come from since I was dripping everywhere. And then more people walked by and I thought I heard them all talk in sad tones about what I had done, while I stood in the washroom and wanted to shrivel up. But after examining myself for several minutes, it was obvious I hadn't peed my pants. I couldn't understand. If I hadn't peed my pants, what were they talking about? Why did I feel like I had peed my pants? Didn't I see something on the floor? After exiting the washroom, steeling myself for the embarrassment of seeing other people, everybody was acting normally. Were they being that nice and pretending to ignore that I had, in fact, peed my pants?
I realized I was having a bad trip, and yet, if I hadn't peed my pants and thus nobody thought I had done so, and everything was normal, was this really a bad trip? I spent what seemed like hours mentally struggling with the entire convoluted plot.
I'm still not 100% convinced that nothing happened.
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