Sitting at a cafe right now. I’ve been wanting badly to have another PCE. At least these days when I try, I don’t activate my entire affective system in the process .
My approach is different now. I am careful to look for those moods and feelings standing in the way. To start with, my (feeling of) determination to have a PCE in the first place. I can not force a PCE to happen through will. And below that, what about everything else which in my eagerness to succeed, I’ve been ignoring?
I am also aiming for a specific experience this time, which is a new approach. I’ve always tried to follow instructions about enjoying and appreciating, rather than following my own remembrance.
There is one peak experience I can remember more clearly than others, and that’s the one at the restaurant in Cairns a year and a half ago. The “bubbles in my coke” one. I think it was transitioning between EE and PCE at various times, but it had all the right qualities. The sensuousness was so high, it was as still and as static as can be. And I remember having more clearly than ever the (undramatic) realisation that there is no one in this body. There was utter safety and simplicity - nothing could be done to me as there was no one there to be affected.
As I sit in this cafe, there is indeed someone here to be hurt. When I slow everything down, and rememorate that stillness - I find ‘me’ right here. I am fragile and vulnerable. I feel like I’m taking up space, and can indeed feel the guilt of being here. I am constantly adjusting myself to accomodate the people around me at the cafe, with an ever-present, neurotic “outside eye” on my behaviour. I’m monitoring myself to make sure I present the right image to other people.
The idea of letting this moment be as it is, without adjusting to accomodate myself successfully within it, is foreign to me. A good looking guy sits next to me, opposite his female friend, and I am suddenly even more self-conscious about my whole presence.
“Fuck how does my hair look?”
“I should’ve showered before I came.”
“I wonder if he’s gay - he is looking at me a bit. Maybe I should go on Grindr and check”
“Are they worried I’m listening to their conversation?” “I must look weird just sitting here doing nothing, I should bob my head to show I’m listening to music” (lol).
“Ok they left I can relax. I wonder if the cafe staff are annoyed I’m here on my own taking up a table for 2”.
Wtf is this…I must be like this all the time and I’m just totally missing it. I’m somehow not aware
of it. The level of naïveté required to pick up on this stuff is deeper. My level of awareness right now is at least a level or two “below” the feelings/behaviour - whereas usually I am somehow on the same level as the feelings/behaviour. I’m usually “aware”, but still acting exactly as me…there is no real questioning, and no real undoing. The remembrance of the EE/PCE in this moment is providing a comparison, a vantage point from which this all looks both desperate and unnecessary.
I think the whole idea of “feeling good” as the aim has actually been obscuring a clear view of myself. Feeling good is actually a problematic formulation in my opinion. It helps with the macro stuff, the big triggers maybe - but it is not enough to induce a PCE. You can be feeling kinda good and miss a lot of stuff in the process. Under the microscope, I can see I am actually crawling with bacteria that I’ve not been seeing. No wonder I stay perpetually in the picture.
My whole aim has been dead wrong. Like dead wrong. I should not be aiming to be a guy who feels good (though obviously feeling good should result) . I should be aiming to be no one - this body only. And for that I need a very sensitive instrument.