I feel dulled in a sense. And I feel sad that my awareness is dulled because I have all these wierd and wonderful thoughts that just echo in my head and then subside. But it vary's greatly depending on enviroment. If i'm with stangers, I'm really introverted and quiet. If I'm with a few friends, I'll talk forever about whatever pops into my head. I like to invent words when I'm stoned. I write song lyrics like this:
Times have been good.
And Times have been bad.
But as I sit in my bare feet
In the house of Sinbad
It all seems so phony
And alien to me
It’s a familiar place
But it’s a million miles from me
Getting stoned is like turning out all the lights in your head and then putting on a lazer light rock and roll show.