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There are a few common ways people seem to experience outer-body-experiences, or OBEs as the cool kids call them. This can be through extreme-physical-effort (EPE), during deep sleep, or from near-death-experiences (NDE). I’m not sure the list is exhaustive, but I do have a new entry, as I had an OBE today. We need to add; ‘sitting-in-a cute-cafe-with-your-girlfriend-and-her-friends-eating-breakfast-whilst-they-gossip endlessly-about-other girls-and-trashy-TV’ (SCCGFEBGEOGTT) to the list.
These exact conditions seemed to produce an OBE, I do remember being in the conversation at one point, but that point no longer existed. I no longer knew why the words were coming out of people’s mouths or what the context was. I have come to suspect no context existed. I could feel myself floating, slowly rising above myself. The voices became a distant droning noise. Then like a lonely astronomer waiting for an alien signal I just had to wait around listening for my name, to know that I was now expected to contribute.
I could feel myself drifting further above myself like a rising steam cloud. Soon to disperse into nothingness, but I was looking down at myself and was comforted to see the physical version of me nodding politely and making appropriate ‘mhmmhm’ noises. It would soon be too late though, I could already tell the droning was getting quieter and I was almost entirely switched over to my alternative universe.
I didn’t switch.
There was another time during today that I had an OBE, and this time it was to do with a personal fear. Here I am in a country I will soon call home*, trying to embrace it and absorb it. During another conversation amongst the girls today they began talking about house buying. The domesticity of life is something I struggle with, and I don’t enjoy or entertain convention. That is not to say I can avoid it, but I strive to be on a different path. I don’t want to leave school, go to university, get my 2:1, get a grad job, get a promotion, get a car, debate the mileage difference between the diesel version of my car and the petrol, buy a house, complain about interest rates, get married, get a dog, have a baby, argue about mundane things, complain about work, complain about my town, not quitting my job because I get a good pension, and spending 2 weeks a year in places I like whilst spending 50 weeks of the year in a place and situation I don’t.
The entire system in the UK appears to be built to facilitate that life, that lifestyle, and not only does it force you down that path but convinces you that you wanted it all along. And here I was listening to people in my new country talk about these exact things. I was floating above myself once more and my mi nd was racing, am I leaving Vienna to go back into this lifestyle? Can this conventional UK life really be avoided? Or am I just putting off the inevitable?
In a bit of quiet time with my girlfriend later this evening, she confirmed what I expected of her. That life is what we make, and we can have none of those things if we don’t want them. Instantly, my outer body went back into my real body, and you will be relieved to know that I am now just a normal earth dwelling human being again. Although being human is so conventional these days. Damn it!