
You might have experienced it at some point, perhaps now, maybe tomorrow or a decade from now. But that aside, here's some subjective context.
So I was alone one night, and feeling a bit shallow, I wasn't happy nor sad, just neutral and numb to emotion and expression. So, as the intelligent homo sapien I am I wondered whether there were some truths in my life I was deliberately avoiding and didn't want to face (subconsciously). So as you do, I poured myself some vodka to calm my thoughts a bit. Some turned into 2 glasses, then 3 then 4 until I basically became 70% vodka. I turned my voice recorder on and placed it on the table beside me. In the first 10 minutes of the recording I am apparently talking with a potato 🥔 telling it everything will be alright and that he can trust me because I would never eat him because he's my only friend and the only being in the Universe who truly cares about me and would put me before himself in any situation. Anyway, 90 minutes into the recording I actually start crying
because I think the potato must be freezing and it really hurts me to see him shivering (yes potatoes don't shiver, most likely hallucination). So I apparently grab my hair dryer and start blow drying the potato? After about another 20 mins I start talking with the potato again and this is where it gets interesting. Here is what I scripted:
" oh potato , like you I want to shed my skin and my life and dissipate. Or I want to be tackled and held down and constrained. Instead I walk in futility never escaping and never finding. I remember this is just an experience, I will live and I will die if time is progressive, but tell me potato , what is time? I am lucky I can wait for that in mere emotional discomfort . Happiness has nothing to do with this. Actually potato I'm not gonna lie I'm kind of freaked out I think. How did I get here? How did you get here? I mean don't you ever fucking think about this, is your only aim in life to become a chip or to become a bake? Why don't you protest and do what you want to do? Why must you follow all the other potatoes? How is this my mind in this life? Why don't I remember anything past my birthdate, am I a bunch of neurons and grey matter? What keeps my brain charged? If my brain gives commands to the life living within me, what gives commands to my brain? Is this connection real, is my mind distorted? Are you perhaps not a potato? Everything is neutral, horror/calm/horror/calm "ad nauseam" (I don't remember learning Latin, where did ad nauseam come from?). Somewhere sometime anybody/nobody is laughing. In the back of my head a voice,perhaps everything I feel is how I grew up. Is this fixable? Or is this now permanent neuron activity? Or is this brain chemistry? Or is this nothingness real and humans are just really good at long term mass delusion?"
You might think all of what I said is cray cray but I think apart from the talking to the potato part it's justifiable



I'm still unsure why I opted for the vodka when I didn't feel like drinking. Meh.
Disclaimer:
-No potatoes were harmed during the making of whatever this is called
-The potato starring in this thread may or may not have been turned into vodka