I've spent a lot of my life trying to describe how it works to be psychotic to people who've never done good acid. Trippers get it for the most part, I just say "like tripping but you never stop believing." Belief is a big part of it: all capacity for skepticism and doubt is gone. It's confirmation bias on crack. It's like being three years old with no parents to explain things or tell you when you're wrong.
People do this? On purpose? They actually seek out other people's banal psychedelic "revelations"?
One of the principles I live my life by is that I don't care what people say behind my back. If you say something nasty about me when I'm not around, my opinion is that the tree didn't make a peep. If you don't say it to my face, you either like me too much to hurt my feelings, which is fine, or you're afraid of me, which is also fine, or you're just not in a position to tell me to my face, which is perfect. The fact is people only have to like me enough to pay me, fuck me, and serve me beer,1 and if they have something else on their mind they're welcome to keep it to themselves or repeat it like a bad vacation story when I'm out of earshot.
This is not some enlightened realization about ego protection and emotional stability. This is something I trained myself to do out of necessity, since if I allowed myself to care about what people didn't say, I would have killed myself a decade ago.
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