I went out in public today. Brought food from a plate back to my dog. All in all, it was a very good day. I was so stable–it was righteous…or perhaps I was un-stable and self-righteous. I gave a couple of hard working, underpaid customer service folks–a cashier and supervisor–a little excitement, “pleasure spiced with pain”. I weighed and measured their hearts. They winced as I reminded them they were already dead, but a glance at the time clock restored their hopes. Then as I mentioned before, I brought a treat home to Anubis.
Was this what Abraham Maslow referred to as a “peak experience” or the APA DSM might list under “manic episode”? Really, it felt like a random occurrence. And it was kinda within the bounds of a typical day for most people. However, it was worthy of note purely for my getting out of the house.
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