I spent the day timing how often planes flew over (we live by the airport) and getting messages in the timing given sketchy math. Finally Mr LED made me take more medicine and then I felt a little silly and embarrassed. It felt so real this morning, though.
It felt equally weird that the medicine worked so fast. Like, the same day I believed a thing and then didn’t believe it anymore. It was sort of jarring.
Have you ever experienced that? Knowing so surely that something was one way and then taking your meds and realizing it’s just your illness?
I didn’t like feeling like that. It made me kind of question everything. I don’t trust myself anymore. What else isn’t real? Is anything real? Maybe I’m completely deluded and I’m currently in the hospital in the biggest denial of reality ever and none of this is real.
Anyways, now I’m tired but in a lot of pain and can’t sleep. I’m worried the lack of sleep will only make the symptoms worse tomorrow, but there’s not much I can do, I guess.
Does it ever feel disorienting when that happens? Usually it takes me a while and things just sort of fade away, but this was really weird to me. I’ve never experienced it before. At least not that I can remember.
So it is a strange feeling for me when it happens.
More often when i hear sounds i feel confused like it’s another state(not country lol)
Yes it is weird
(English:) Accordingly, seeing that our senses sometimes deceive us, I was willing to suppose that there existed nothing really such as they presented to us; And because some men err in reasoning, and fall into Paralogisms, even on the simplest matters of Geometry, I, convinced that I was as open to error as any other, rejected as false all the reasonings I had hitherto taken for Demonstrations; And finally, when I considered that the very same thoughts (presentations) which we experience when awake may also be experienced when we are asleep, while there is at that time not one of them true, I supposed that all the objects (presentations) that had ever entered into my mind when awake, had in them no more truth than the illusions of my dreams. But immediately upon this I observed that, whilst I thus wished to think that all was false, it was absolutely necessary that I, who thus thought, should be something; And as I observed that this truth, I think, therefore I am, was so certain and of such evidence that no ground of doubt, however extravagant, could be alleged by the Sceptics capable of shaking it, I concluded that I might, without scruple, accept it as the first principle of the philosophy of which I was in search.[f][g]