Journal Of An Acid Trip: Personal Perspective

What I intend to do over the weekend of 2/29 is consume a tab of LSD. I have taken this substance before and I am fully aware of what to expect. I’ll admit though that is has been a very long time since I’ve last done it. It’ll be a first- hand account on what it is like to be in an altered state. Attempts will be made to describe what is going through my head while I do various things to occupy myself. I will listen to some music; I will give examples to what I listened to and what it made me think of (hopefully I don’t get too distracted). In truth, it’s hard to plan accordingly for an acid trip, only because if you make a handful of plans, you usually won’t go through with them. See you on the other side.

2/29 8:19PM вЂ" I have now consumed the tab. Now I wait. The buildup usually lasts about an hour. The hour is an anxious one. I believe it to be a blessing that the trip doesn’t hit you immediately, because then it would be completely disorienting, and probably very nauseating. To suddenly switch from a sober state of consciousness to a state of extreme perception, would be painfully absurd.

9:07PM- I am beginning to feel the beginning effects. A little drowsy and I feel mildly “high”, as if I’ve just smoked some grass. I’m focusing on things more with some sort of intense interest. I just watched a scene from the re-adaptation of “Sleepy Hollow”, starring Johnny Deep. It is such an extravagant retelling of the Sleepy Hollow legend, yet the only recollection I have of the вЂ?legend’ is a book I once read as a child. I’m gradually starting to вЂ?trip’. My spirits are soaring for no real apparent reason. Maybe I’m free from the things that ill me.

9:16PM вЂ" I am starting to feel very вЂ?smiley”, or happy, either or I guess. A rumble from my stomach (not to be mistaken for hunger) is resonating throughout my limbs and face. It can’t be true, but I feel hollow. I notice that my face and head are not symmetrical. Everything is beginning to shift suddenly, it’s hard to describe, sort of like watching an event through a video camera. Like a home movie.

9:30PM - This is the initial breakthrough. I am at ease, as if I am flowing downwards yet catching myself right before I hit a surface. I’m inspired, I have a motivation. I can’t tell what it is that amuses me, probably just the euphoric sensation of the вЂ?come-up’. I’m observing friends go about their usual business, noting the casual mannerisms of the act of “going about”. I’m longing for the presence of her. I’m just a casual bystander in this situation, who can’t remember how he arrived to this point. Why is this sneaking uncertain feeling bothering me? Ah well, shake it off.

9:49 - I’m beginning to stare at things and sit while I watch them unfold and morph, only to come back to something familiar, then throw me off completely yet again. Everything seems to “breathe as I breathe, exhale as I exhale. I space out for moments, only to gather myself again and look back at it, within...seconds? Things are DEFINITLY becoming complex. I’m wondering at what point in a person’s life do they begin to act on their own selfish reasoning. Everything I put myself through is a step up the stairs towards what I want from my life, and from myself. When do people give up the charades of their teenage life? When does a person look past the bullshit, past the illusion they set up for themselves in what they think they want and need. When do you get over meaningless infatuations, and look for something constant. I am not content. I am making my way up these stairs at a greater pace than you. Ultimately, that is the difference.

10:06PM вЂ" Just watched a 10 minute long video clip from an episode of “Judge Joe Brown”, and it was very amusing. It displayed the obvious wreck of a habitual drug-user, in this case, a crack-cocaine addict. I was laughing of course, at the pathetic display. We are both users of drugs though, he chose crack; I chose marijuana. I am not going to be explaining the vast differences between them, because most of them are obvious. But the most looked at and commonly scrutinized link between the two is that: they are both the means to a desired result. You could just want to be “fucked up”, or to escape a problem, or to think critically about something. We (as us, users of anything for a вЂ?pleasure’ or вЂ?relief’, users of drugs), all have the same understanding, or feeling. You can take cold medicine for relief, you can smoke a joint to relax, drink a beer with friends at a party. But often too many people stray away and start to become the drug they are addicted to. For as long as I can remember, addiction played a prominent role in my family. To this day, I can’t honestly say whether it upsets me. I think it’s more disappointing, I feel bad. But I don’t and won’t dwell on it because I don’t have enough care to try and stop it. Their problems, not mine, I’m fine.

I personally do not partake in any sort of powders or pills. If it grows from the ground then it’s alright. But too often do we see sad cases of people becoming addicted, and fixated. We view them as a danger to themselves and to others. (Crack, Cocaine, Heroin, Meth, certain prescription meds). The propaganda against drugs is true by the way, but under certain circumstances. It focuses mostly on the disgusting horrible truths of it all. But good effort to them for trying to deter the public’s opinion of drugs, if that’s the way they present themselves to be. We must acknowledge the experience, before condemning it to be “evil” or utter false claims that “marijuana turns our daughters into ravaging fiends!” For the sake of marijuana, I think the statistics show. Over the years how many deaths? How many marijuana related murders or car accidents, etc etc?” The only thing I can honestly say right now to stay true to my convictions is that it’s all circumstantial, it’s a business of circumstances. Too often are the stupid abusers looked at, too often are the parents blaming their child’s laziness on pot (which I think only boosts a person’s laziness). The downsides get more attention. I can’t talk about this.

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