And, it's immature.
Bringing ourselves further and further to childhood, is this some race? We can not escape death, reach immortality. Only holes in the brain. Why don't we get it? We love the pretty colors, the melting time, the little grin and the sense of satisfaction we get, after two thousand kg's of knowledge are crammed in to our head in the course of six hours. Get fucked. When you suddenly remember who you were, you realize you're wasting your time. You think you're so different now, in a good way. You think you've gotten somewhere. Really, you can't focus. You can't think beyond it. You know how much you suddenly hate yourself.
He said, "Ferret, everything about you has changed. Your eyecolor, skin color", and he didn't like it.
I'm not saying I'm going to stop, I'm not even going to consider it, I'm just going to say that I should, probably, one dose got me all I'll ever get, unless I want the holes, unless I want the glares my lover gets, to be the topic of conversation.
I don't even want to stop, because I don't give a FUCK about anything anymore! Don't you see how wrong this is? It's not Zen, it's laziness!
I've lost the plot.