So, it’s now a yesterday post again. Still in training for the fake job - the training (we are informed) may go on indefinitely - and the kicker is: NO pay while training! Yay. That was sarcasm - the yay.
@ 8.30am
2 x IS; 1 x spray IS to the back of each hand. back to normal IS
2 x IH; 2 x spray IH to the back of my neck.
2 x IS/B; 2 x spray to each side of my neck.
Self effects: Nothing that I can tell, I’ve had an hour and a half sleep - it’s a wonder I’m functional enough to travel; let alone analyse what I’m feeling. I just want to sleep. More.
Indoors: Ambient temp approx 70F with lots of new people in the room; there are complaints about it being “hot” in here. ahahahahaha
I’m looked to as a leader by some of the new people; am treated as such by the trainers. This is nothing new, but now I’m not phased by it. People tend to follow me or ask me for notes, how do I, and I’m always “Please! Don’t follow me - I don’t know where I’m going.” This time I just moved into explanations without qualifying and later a firm “this is HOW it’s done, this is why it’s done like that, don’t co-operate and you will be asked to explain your reasoning in ignoring the modus operandi.”
Even cut one bimbo off as she was speaking over another in “my” group. The “my” became official 5 minutes later.
All in all it was a good day. Being so tired precluded any enjoyment of it; but the flipside of that was: I behaved like all this respect, deference and the rest was normal for me. That’s so serious, I want to joke about it, but can’t bring myself to.
I came home and had a huge nap. I’ve spent (in 2 sessions tonight) just over 5 hours with a friend who’s in a sad and sorry “relationship” with her venting. She’s ready to get out and is making plans. That again. Yes, she’s making plans to leave and he doesn’t know. If he did, he’d probably smash the phone and lock her in the house until she was broken. No. I’m not exaggerating. Telling you this, why? It has a bearing on the following.
All of the pheromone and “things” experiments are done in my own bedroom, alone. Only Self effects sought.
Those of you who are conservative, upright and uptight will want to leave now. And since this is my journal; I don’t want to hear about offending your ass. Are we clear? If blunt, non frilly language offends thee, leave. Get out now. You have been warned you will be offended.
IS and “things” on now.
@ 2:15am, IS; 1 x spray IS to my chest.
Self effect: None that I can tell; but I’m having a serious conversation that makes me wish the mones would go through the airwaves via phone. She needs some.
Inside temp: approx 70F; I’m wearing long sleeves and fuzzy pants. These are my pj’s btw.
After spraying my chest, I took the first sample of my ‘things’ bowl. The phone is on speaker so I can speak to G and do things.
It’s mildly sharp and I’m immediately aware that I’m affected. But with the conversation so heavy; it’s taking the edge off my anger (for her) more than anything else.
Took the second skim across the top, after we hang up; right now, actually. Have a little cough and it hits me. I’m feeling fuzzy and start to smile. Only slightly dizzy if I make abrupt, dizzy testing movements. Like shaking my head sharply. Didn’t think of the neck thing, til it reminded me that I can’t be shaking my head like that.
With the third skim, 80% of the surface of things are burnt. This is approx the same stage as last night with IH. My awareness is altered, my acuity is still intact and my mood is more on the serious side of neutral - I’ve yet to hold the goofy smile for more than a couple of seconds.
With roasting and toasting the remaining 20%, I’m definitely in a happier place and getting happier. If I had friends around this would work into an active fun happy that wanted to do fun things just for the sake of playing, I’m liking this sensation. Completely flipped the script on the starting mood. I wanna go on the see-saw. I wanna rope swing over a river/lake/channel/canal/spring etc. You get the picture, I’m sure.
I’m also deathly sick of not being warm. In the physical sense. I broke a sweat here, once, in 2009. A “hot just sitting in the sunshine” sweat. Only once in a (for here) record breaking hot summer. Ah ha, ha, sob.
I’ve noticed my mood is definitely in the cold and calculating range; I never knew vicious could feel this - exhilarating. Enjoyable and fun even. No wonder the Borgia’s were so successful - apart from the getting murdered bit. I think I could appreciate this, and learn to like it. Another terrible thing I forgive myself for.
Got what I asked for tho’. Be careful what you ask for, you just might get it.