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Magnolia. To be honest I can't remember it very well because I was too busy thinking, but it reminded me of an earlier event. I had fallen on my ass in front of a bunch of people and had agitated a shoulder injury. But there was no way to explain it. So I was just sitting there on the floor cringing for seemingly no reason. I didn't get up for an especially long time. But instead of being incredibly embarrassed I just kind of fell back into the true reality.
A lot of people realise how meaningless the things they care about are, but barely anyone really believes and acts on it deep down. When I say they truly believe it, I mean they could sit naked in public without the slightest care in the world. I felt like that during the moment. I didn't care about anything at all. I knew how pointless life was, and lost all modesty and fear. I was overcome by this feeling of being entirely freed from everything (and no, I wasn't on drugs). But as soon as I got up I returned to normal and haven't felt that way since.
If I did a psychological evalulation of myself I would probably find that it was my mind's way of coping with something too distressing to believe. While the event might seem trivial to everyone else, it really forced me to realise how excessively I care about what other people think of me.
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