Ground control to Major Tom

For most of my life, I've been a rather clinically detached person.  Not necessarily cold, but even-keeled, emotionally speaking.  I've been in a pretty reflective state lately.  Today I'm reflecting on whether that detachment is a defense mechanism because I'm actually hypersensitive.

That's a pretty massive shift in personal perspective for someone like me.  It puts many decisions throughout my life in question and leaves me pondering the implications, both good and bad, of tearing down such emotional ramparts.

Revenge

Revenge is a dish best served old… with a cane or walker, perhaps. The liver has spots.

Lost

Alright… Where am I?

More on Writing

More from Stephen King: On Writing.

King describes his first hangover, obtained during a high school trip to NYC… I know that generally, the hangover or comedown from any chemical imbibing is the side-effect of basically poisoning ones body to achieve an altered consciousness. 

That said, in the pseudo-science hippy-fantasyland I call my mind, I ponder, how cool would it be if the comedown was basically the turbulent reentry of your consciousness back into it's stable electron orbit, after being rocket through a chemical hadron collider?

 Same experience, kookier metaphor.

Conversations with Josh

Was hanging out with old friend who tends to be the source of my most “interesting” conversations. I think I might need to start a feature called “Conversations with Josh.”

“…Josh, I Think You're highly overestimating the aphrodisiac powers of cannibalism.”