Thats how I felt. The world seemed new. I felt naive yet with an explorers confidence. It was like I didn’t know certain situations were supposed to cause anxiety. I felt like I didn’t care about anything but feeling awesome and didn’t care that I didn’t care. I liken it to the effects that morphine had on my body and mind while in the hospital a few years back. I spent much of the time watching others react, smile, and have an overall upbeat attitude(at work that is). Everyone just seemed to not care about anything, but feeling good. It seemed like the more people the less I cared.(also at work)I loved the fact that my son was feeling the effects of the P130, but after a couple minutes of people laughing and what not I was thinking hey stop stealing my P130 IT’s ALL Mine get your own 
My son loved this stuff. He after a few minutes started talking about his mom and females and said to me that i got some smell on him and not to do that referenced me farting on him. He got out a stuffed animal as we were getting ready to go out to eat and started hugging it and dancing around with it. When we went out to eat I was getting eyeballed by kids galore and apologized to by adults. My son got out of our booth and started dancing to the background music(spinning in circles for like 20 mins) and I was thinking to myself what the “F” is he doing, but just sat there laughing and eating my fries then the next thing I know I’m inspecting the french fries, because they taste extremely salty. Started knocking them on the table trying to get some of the salt off. My son brought me back to reality wanting to go play in the playroom( I enjoyed way too much). I felt easily distracted yet focused at the same time. For the most part I was totally fixated on watching my son do goofy shit that the packed restaurant didn’t bother me like it can when he gets loud and rambunctious. I almost got up and joined him several times during his dance routine. Around him I felt like a very large happy child without a care in the world. I took him to his moms house before I had to go to work. didn’t really care to notice P130 effects on others while out to eat. Noticed smiles during the dancing, but it was cute regardless. One guy frowned and groaned at my son who accidentally cut him off while he was trying to get to the potty and I told him to relax. Really the only time I snapped out of the care free feeling until I went home and was by myself for a half hour.
After taking my son home had a half hour to kill and decided to come home and write a report…Didn’t happen…Just sat staring at the computer contemplating going to sleep and skipping work. By myself I felt bored and just wanted to lay in bed and think about nothing and relax and enjoy my P130… The need to pay bills overrode that idea and I went to work.
At work I basically did nothing and nobody cared one bit. They just walked around it seemed in there own P130 haze. People were so happy with me and smiled ridiculously. I however got annoyed easily if convos lasted over 5 minutes. Work was boring and I wanted to leave the second I got there. One guy kept shouting my name whenever I got within 25ft of him. I would acknowledge him and he would just start working again without saying anything more. One lady kept calling me a party pooper. Another guy kept making small child like references to all the equipment. Very child like non chalaunt who gives a crap whats coming out of my mouth talk from anyone who was around me for more than 5 minutes. I did best when working by myself. If anyone came by I just stopped working and chatted then got annoyed and moved on. I got bored very easily.
The reason I think I felt like a child was there was a complete lack of social anxiety that builds with becoming an adult and being around my son sorta drove it in that direction(maybe?). I’m still trying to figure out the abnormal female references my son kept making. I may be going in the wrong direction, but to me this could be some sort of pregnant woman/ child/shine/IO like substance. I wore three sprays one to each side of the kneck and one split between the wrists. The only thing negative is that I got annoyed often. Not angry annoyed, but a bored annoyed like when somebodies rambling about nonsense while I’m wearing IO. Had a hard time paying attention to things I normally do, but weird noises always caught my attention.
I forgot to mention the weird extremes P130 caused on my senses, but am going to bed for the day(I work nights)