cross-posted from: https://lemmy.blahaj.zone/post/16528678
The sweating one. I once thought I pissed my jeans, but had instead dumped a gallon of two of sweat out of my whole body, while I sat on the bathroom floor counting small tiles.
Good to grow up since then.
I was once tripping hard at a party, and they had a ceiling with some tiles with holes in them. So obviously i started counting them. I soon realised that it’s less of a counting thing and more of a math problem. I took some toilet paper and started scribbling down numbers. I remember as soon as i wrote all the numbers down, i didn’t really remember where the numbers even came from and why they are so important to me. When i had the final result, i wrote it on my arm and flushed down the toilet paper. Every few minutes i took a look at my arm and repeated the number in my mind.
At some point the police knocked on the door, because of a noise complaint. I thought it’s because they wanted the numbers and went to the toilet to scrub it off. And was so relieved that they are gone. Then i got mad at myself because i forgot tye numbers. I sat down at my place on the sofa, looked up and saw the holes and remembered, and had to laugh out loud.
