jell-o immersion therapy: wild or genius??

immersion therapy gone mad

so i decided to fill my tub with jell-o to get my mind right, right? simple plan. i had a week where everything was too much. bills, existential dread, the usual yuru bit. then i thought—what if i just... immersed myself. metaphorically at first. then literally. i set a date with discomfort and didn't bring a friend.

the day came. started with purple grape jell-o. poured it in slow, watching it ripple. waited three hours for it to set, clicking my pen like a maniac. then the moment. slipped in. first contact with the jell-o was wild. felt like a squid. flopping around, making noises. my neighbors probably wondered if i'd finally lost it. probably.

but then. the questions started. deep ones. about reality. about why my life was a mess and also why my skin was burning. sitting in jell-o at 2am is kind of perfect though. like a bath but also a crime.

hours passed. or maybe minutes. time was a flat circle. i ended up just staring at the ceiling for three hours. thinking about death, mostly. or mozart. i don't remember which. in the jell-o trance, everything made sense and nothing mattered.

i crawled out three showers later. the jell-o had solidified into this weird membrane. looked at it. wondered if i could eat it. decided i probably shouldn't.

so yeah. i posted about it on twitter. got a hundred replies mostly people saying i was "living wrong" or "calling the authorities." one guy called me a hero which confused me more than anything else. turns out the internet is split on jell-o immersion. who knew.

anyway. the whole thing left me in a weird headspace. like, what is reality even anymore? and should i do this again? or is it only good once and then you get arrested?

i'm writing this at 3am, still thinking about it. might need therapy. or more jell-o. either way, it's a story for the ages.

blogging from the brink of madness