[SuchFriendsAreDangerous]

Haha i forgot to tell y'all those doses were crazy and i ended up kidnapping my little sister and my friend taking them hostage for a few hours while the house was melting.. good times sort of

[Severian]

Ugh, I am super glad this question never comes up for me anymore.

[SuchFriendsAreDangerous]

Originally Posted by pissonu

niggaz b trippn

 

[Severian]

Man, I really used to enjoy my psychedelics too. Loved them, in fact. I don't often get nostalgic about this kind of thing, but when I do, I get in war story mode and I want to shoot the shit with folks who've been there.

I had a bad habit of taking acid or mushrooms or e without telling anyone. Recipe for disaster, that.

Sometimes I wonder how my brain would handle being reacquainted with the long forgotten but deeply familiar feeling of the big come-up. That eternal minute when everything slows and speeds up and you realize that you're there, and there's nothing for it now but to ride it out.

I think it might push me over the edge into complete insanity. I'm glad some folks can still go for a romp in the stars without fear of it toppling the already shaky house of cards that is their psyche.

[SuchFriendsAreDangerous]

What is funny for me is that not only do i still enjoy mushrooms and am eating them a few times scheduled this Fall, that some of my most vivid and active dreaming style memories are of psychedelic experiences. I can remember in detail almost every one of my many psychedelic experiences frequently as vividly as say childhood memories. Its like my brain them for safe keeping. I can tell you in more detail about the last ten times i consumed psychedelics than whatever the fuck i did last week

[Severian]

Well that last bit sounds pretty fucked up.

But the rest of it sounds normal. I have tripped so many times on so many things, but there are almost no blank spots in my memories.

We should never trust any memory too much. They get jacked up and altered by the process of remembering, suggestion, association and other weird things that just plain guarantee your crystal clear memories are only about 40% accurate. But your brain does "reserve" a special kind of space and detail for events of extreme stimulation. Like car crashes, trips stick with you.

I should add that I am an extremely volatile tripper. If I'm in a bad place and I eat something colorful, I will end up giving myself a blackout inducing panic attack. I've had the world around me reduced to equations and neverending threads. I've forgotten my name and everything about myself more times than I can remember. So my trips are particularly memorable not only because I have always taken as much of a given substance as I could, but also because the trip itself has either been revelatory or an apocalyptic zombie death orgy in my brain.

If I ever trip again, I'll have a pocket full of Xanax with me... just in case.