That shit is trippy as fuck to me, and not in a good way. More of a Twilight Zone sorta way.
I took Bupropion exactly once, and that day happened to coincide with the day of a first date. There was not a second date. I’d say something to her, but it wasn’t me, it was the “me” who was standing about three feet in front of me. I swear to Cotton Eyed Joe I could see the back of my own fucking head.
I didn’t get it nearly that acutely, but I made several stereotypical “crazy person sketches” of my view through my glasses with all the visible objects being written words instead of objects, trying to convey how lifeless and disconnected I felt from my own sensory input
a few years later I learned that’s called “dissociation” and it’s not supposed to happen 🫠
That… explains a lot about a few months of my life
That shit is trippy as fuck to me, and not in a good way. More of a Twilight Zone sorta way.
I took Bupropion exactly once, and that day happened to coincide with the day of a first date. There was not a second date. I’d say something to her, but it wasn’t me, it was the “me” who was standing about three feet in front of me. I swear to Cotton Eyed Joe I could see the back of my own fucking head.
I didn’t get it nearly that acutely, but I made several stereotypical “crazy person sketches” of my view through my glasses with all the visible objects being written words instead of objects, trying to convey how lifeless and disconnected I felt from my own sensory input
a few years later I learned that’s called “dissociation” and it’s not supposed to happen 🫠