Last night I went for a walk and counted to one thousand

It took almost 15 minutes and at times it felt quite disturbing, other times almost euphoric. Then I went home and drank while I was peeing and then I went and lay on the lawn and stared at the stars for a few minutes, after that I pinched myself so hard that I screamed.

It was all very strange.

Its all in a book I found called "101 Experiments in the philosophy of everyday living".

I suggest you try the counting to 1000. It has the subtle effects of a mind altering drug.

 

did you count straight to one thousand or did you do like 100 ten times over?

 

What a fucking weird day.
How awesome.

I've done the counting to 1000 a couple times when I was younger. I had way more patience then, though. I should give it a try again.

did you do it out loud?

 

I've actually done it. I've found you can get similar results from chanting a word over and over.
doesn't really compare to getting sucked into walls for timeless eternity on salvia or seeing faces rising out of your jeans shooting beams of light out of their eyes when you're twisted on shrooms.

 

I imagine not, it was still good though.

The chanting a word over and over is in the book, as well as a cool exercise where you walk up to an attractive stranger and thank them for being beautiful.

 

I think I've flipped through that book before, come to think of it.

 

Chuck Norris has counted to infinity.... twice.

 

counting to one thousand: you say words

tripping balls: words say you

 

chuck norris can also unscramble an egg.

 

I've actually done this. I walked up to a complete stranger and gave her a posie of wildflowers that I had just picked in a park. She blushed, smiled, looked confused, then a little worried, thanked me and left.

 

I count the sidewalk slaps

 

I regularly count 100 breaths when I have an agoraphobic episode (which is everyday around 3pm).

 

I think that is awesome, I totally respect that. I have done it also...I was drunk and followed a waitress into the kitchen at a restaurant to ask her out. I was drunk though and my intention was to hit on her. I like the idea of thanking someone for being beautiful in that moment as opposed to wanting to get into their pants. It sounds like your situation was more about the former.

 

I get panic attacks but I can't say I am ever afraid of people.

When I am highly anxious I just repeat to myself over and over "I am feeling anxious, I am feeling distraught, I am feeling afraid, I am feeling confused etc." As soon as I start attaching words to my feelings they go away. As much as words are ghey, they can be good sometimes.

How well does this counting work?

I don't want to talk about this too much longer because people with secure minds will start whining about how RT is a neurotic whine fest.

 

FUCK those people. They can suck my motherfuckin' 8-inch black dick.

 

i count stairs.

i'm freaking obsessive-compulsive though.

 

me too...I count the squares on the bathroom wall....then I count the squares of 4...then I count how many squares of 16....


every god damned day

 

i hate it when there's only half or 1/3 of a tile. totally fucks up my counting

 

This is a very good exercise.

I got a improv book here that says to misname things. Like, look at a shoe and call it chair. Do that for a while and you gain a certain direct awareness of the thing.

 

Yes, that sounds like a great exercise. There is one in my book that talks about saying the name of an object out loud while staring at it until the word seems absurd and empty, and thus you get a direct awareness that way. I like how there are many paths to the summit.