OTHER THINGS: Days Days Days

I was talking to my friend beau a little bit ago about the effects of meditation on the brain. I wouldn't know because I haven't gotten a CAT scan before or after.

this is just an xray... but it is the only similar image in my collection.

in any case, I have been delving into a world that is unfamiliar to me and most every person around me, so I don't ever really know what I can say, or to whom, or if I have to be weary of the strangers I meet. How can you tell the people you drink with from work about your astral travels? Or that you want to get into diamond cutting not purely for the financial aspect, but because you want to make spiritually protective jewelry that is attractive for the modern lady?

But in any case, I had a run in with some friends and acquaintances in another realm of sorts that I enjoyed... Im not going to lie, and neither should anyone else... it was good. BUT... inappropriate for many many reasons. Dude... who knew where all that came from? that was not all me, I have to say. But, yeah, a lot was me. I have a play by play of the entire night from my perspective written in a notebook, but will NEVER be released from that piece of paper or my mind. (short term memory is pretty shot)

Next day, had to get myself into reality. this other worldly shit was good, relatively safe (when naturally done, not stoned) but It wasn't the kind of solutions I needed for my physical life. With crazy friends to financial issues and all the effects that sprout from those things; which are unavoidable in some sense, I didn't want to deal with those other problems.

But now I am here. Confused on who is who and the point of it all. Sometimes I feel as though I am being held on some sort of expectation. But what happened to my choices of life path? would I be fucking anyone over if I peace out on EVERYTHING? {listening to the kills' "sour cherry" is not helping right now}