Hello, fellow minimalists. This is Mark from Minimalist Living, and today I want to share with you an amazing and life-changing experience I had recently. You may have heard of Siddhartha Gautama, the founder of Buddhism, who attained enlightenment after 49 days of meditation under a Bodhi tree. Well, I did something even more impressive and mind-blowing. I met The Hat Man with only 40 Benadryl.
Who is The Hat Man?
The Hat Man is a mysterious entity that some people encounter when they take high doses of antihistamines, such as Benadryl. He is usually described as a tall, dark figure wearing a hat and a trench coat, who appears in the corner of your vision or in your dreams. Some people believe he is a malevolent spirit, while others think he is a guardian angel or a guide.
Why did I take 40 Benadryl?
As a minimalist, I don’t have 49 days to waste on meditation. I have a busy and productive life, and I need to make the most of every minute. Besides, meditation is boring and tedious. Who wants to sit still and focus on their breath for hours? Not me.
That’s why I decided to try something more exciting and efficient. I wanted to achieve a state of altered consciousness and explore the unknown realms of my mind. And what better way to do that than by taking 40 Benadryl?
Benadryl is an over-the-counter medication that contains diphenhydramine, which is an antihistamine and a sedative. It is used to treat allergies, colds, insomnia, and motion sickness. However, when taken in large amounts, it can also cause hallucinations, delirium, paranoia, and memory loss.
I figured that if I took enough Benadryl, I would be able to enter a trance-like state and experience something extraordinary. Maybe I would see visions of the future, or communicate with aliens, or discover the meaning of life. Or maybe I would meet The Hat Man.
How did I meet The Hat Man?
I bought a pack of 100 Benadryl pills from the pharmacy and went home. I prepared myself for the journey by drinking plenty of water and eating some snacks. Then I took 40 pills at once and waited for the effects to kick in.
It didn’t take long before I started to feel drowsy and dizzy. My vision became blurry and my hearing became distorted. I felt like I was floating in a sea of colors and sounds. I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes.
That’s when I saw him.
He was standing in the corner of my room, watching me with his piercing eyes. He was wearing a black hat and a black coat, and he had a sinister smile on his face. He looked like he knew something I didn’t.
He didn’t say anything. He just stared at me with his intense gaze. I felt a surge of fear and curiosity at the same time. Who was he? What did he want from me? What did he know?
I tried to speak to him, but no words came out of my mouth. I tried to move, but my body was paralyzed. I was trapped in his presence, unable to escape or resist.
He slowly walked towards me, until he was standing right next to my bed. Then, he began to drag me under my bed into a small tunnel that led into the darkness.
What did he show me?
He showed me things that I can’t describe with words. Things that were beautiful and horrifying at the same time. Things that made me laugh and cry and scream. Things that made me question everything I ever knew or believed.
He showed me the past, the present, and the future. He showed me the secrets of the universe and the mysteries of the human soul. He showed me the joys and sorrows of life and death.
He showed me myself.
What did I learn from him?
I learned that nothing is what it seems. That reality is an illusion and illusion is reality. That everything is connected and nothing is random. That there is more to existence than meets the eye.
I learned that minimalism is not just about having less stuff or living simply. It’s about finding the essence of things and letting go of what doesn’t matter. It’s about being aware and grateful for what you have and what you are. It’s about being free from attachments and expectations.
I learned that The Hat Man is not an enemy or a friend. He is not good or evil. He is not real or imaginary. He is everything and nothing. He is me and I am him.
We are one.
How did I come back?
I don’t know how long I was with him. It felt like an eternity and a moment at the same time. I don’t know how I came back. Maybe he let me go, or maybe I woke up, or maybe I died and was reborn.
All I know is that when I opened my eyes, I was lying on my bed, surrounded by empty Benadryl packets. I felt a strange mix of euphoria and exhaustion. I felt like I had been to hell and back.
I looked around my room and saw my minimalist belongings. My bed, my clothes, my laptop, my books. They looked different somehow. They looked more real and more meaningful than before.
I smiled and thanked The Hat Man for the experience. I don’t know if he heard me or not. I don’t know if he’s still with me or not. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again or not.
But I know that he changed me forever.
And I’m glad he did.