Friday, December 26, 2014

Experimentation Part III

Well, this Christmas sure was different this year.  And, that's not a bad thing at all.

I went to two family get-togethers before Christmas; it was nice to see everyone again.

On Christmas Eve, my friends Lucy and Meaghan had dinner with me at Hot House.  That was fun!  We chatted and laughed, opened up presents and gawked at how much our waitter looked so much like John Oliver.

The food at Hot House was delicious, but "The Imitation Game" at Yonge and Dundas showed a much hotter and yummier dish on screen. Sigh... I love Benedict Cumberbach! I think I converted Motria and Lucy, too. Now they both want to see "Sherlock".

The plot was gripping, too, mostly because it was based on a true story about mathematician and code breaker Alan Turing. I won't give anything away, except to say: "People, what a bunch of bastards!"

Well anyway, during these past couple of days, I took some shrooms in the evening, at home so I wouldn't embarrass myself. Sure, it was fun and I got high and giggly. And yet, I felt kind of disappointed because I expected a "revelation" which would help me figure out how to deal with my grief. I even got a bit depressed, which is counter-productive - I want to get rid of my depression, not add to it!

All day I've actually felt better because like McLuhan's quote, "The media is the message," for me, the shrooms were the message. What I mean is, maybe what the shrooms were telling me is that to cope and understand my grief, I need to do it on my own. It's a personal journey, and I've learned a lot about myself.

Or maybe the shrooms were telling me I need to take more...

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