It's one of the reasons why I really enjoy the occasional psychedelic trip. I find that it makes me much more present in the moment, and in my body.

For instance, I am prone to not noticing how I feel, whether that's pain, temperature, tiredness, etc.. I need to manually check in with myself and basically ask "am I hungry right now?", and then ponder that for a moment. Often, once I do, I am hit with sudden and extreme hunger that I am only just feeling, despite not having eaten for a long time. Or when it's too warm, I might only notice that I'm overheating when I say something unkind due to heat making me grouchy, or when I feel like I'm about to pass out.

When I am tripping however, responding to basic needs demands my full attention. I might suddenly feel an extremely strong instinct of "I need to be warmer, and I need it now" — and because I am a responsible tripper, there is usually an assortment of warm cozy things to hand, should I need them. Sometimes what I notice is more vague, like "my temperature needs to change right now, because it is not right", and I am not sure whether I'm too warm or too cold. However, I can use a blanket as a litmus test for that — if I'm too warm, when applying a blanket to myself will give a viscerally strong sense of "bad", and so I know I should open a window or get an ice pack.

I like how decisive it makes me. I find that existing in this mode for a few hours helps me to live a bit more like that in the days and weeks following the trip.

Hard to say for certain but it appears to be a Starbucks frappuccino

It was indeed a coffee Renoir. The 24hr supermarket I acquired all my loot from has an extremely well stocked baked goods section, with loads of super fresh and tasty stuff. I used to live near this particular shop, and the coffee renoirs were one of my favourite items to buy, when they had them in stock. They're so good

A choux bun?

I don't usually peel avocados when I eat them raw, I just score the skin in a circle around the midpoint, hold each half and then twist, before eating the avocado with a spoon. Not included in the picture was the knife that I use to do this: here is my parcel knife.

Yeah! You get it!

It did indeed. That's part of why I found it funny enough to snap a picture — to me, in the moment, it was the most glorious feast I could possibly imagine.

Not really — even assembling this pushed my focus to its limits. It didn't help that I was also pretty physically tired from an eventful night out. But even if I could cook, I don't think I would; I tend to strongly crave basic foods like this — most of this was actually stuff I bought when going to a 24hr supermarket on my way home (I spent way more than I should have, but I have no regrets)