If I watch a good catfight after just the right amount of weed - too much and it spaces me out - it's almost like an out of body experience for me. I get drawn into the action and it's like I'm right there, on the scene, while it happens. Sometimes I feel like I'm reading the minds of the fighters, knowing what they are thinking and feeling while they fight, as if it was possible for a man to do that.
Re Simcock's suggestion: We had a fantastic summer here in the UK and I like to get out and about as much as I can with my tent and sleeping bag when the weather's like that. I did a couple of wild camping trips to the Scottish Highlands, one with my girlfriend and one on my own.
It does revitalise you to take a break from your fetish in circumstances like that, and when you come back to it the whole experience seems more intense and exciting than it did before.
To Mr Castaway, I hope your downer was only a temporary thing and you are back up there now. It seems like it from your last post.
