To Do With Nothing

Here’s a random, vacuous post for ya:

I was arrested (heh) by a most interesting sensation today. Stealing wireless internet outside the Dome building on campus today, I had been sitting in a lotus-esque position with my laptop well beyond the point of my legs losing all circulation and going to sleep. When my internet was rudely cut off, I threw my laptop in my bag, got up, and took about two steps before the full reality of technically-dead legs set in. Suddenly, I was completely unable to move my legs. I wasn’t in any danger of falling over, but I felt rather statue-esque, as though my legs and the ground were carved from the same piece of marble, and were in fact quite joined together.

Standing, stupidly, at the top of a set of stairs, I found myself thinking this is silly! It’s just a mental sensation; I can walk just fine. So I tried to take a step. And nearly toppled over. The legs definitely were more attached to the ground below than the brain above.

And so I stood, for perhaps a few minutes, feeling completely stupid, an enduring that amazing tingling sensation that always comes with the flood of fresh blood to temporarily dead body parts. Eventually, I was able to control my legs again, and walked off, but not before noting what a queer occurrence it had been.