Recently had acid at a concert, figuring we’d handle the Uber home fine. Nope… nooooo… The driver was super chatty. A guy didn’t use his indicator and the driver complained about it, kicking off a friend ranting about how it in itself is an indicator of the beginning of the downfall of society. We’d literally just covered a block and our plans to just shut the fuck up have already unravelled.
I’m thinking to myself, “Please shut up. Please shut up.”
Then I intervened and tried to get everyone acting cool again before my own brain started going down rabbit holes mid-sentence faster than my words could keep up. Suddenly I’m on the rant for what feels like forever before I catch myself, realise it wasn’t that long, and we’re barely a few minutes into a 15 min ride. It was then I realised we were in trouble and had an eternity of this to go.
It was all catastrophic when someone’s rant ended in crippling silence and someone would get the bright idea to try recover by small talking with the driver. The poor guy…
When we got home, I was suffocating in awkwardness, and got out of the car like someone just did a horrible fart in there. My brain’s battling itself over whether to apologise and say we’re philosophy majors or something and thank the driver. But I knew that was going to be fuel on the fire and envisioned myself talking this guy’s ear off on the street while he’s awkwardly trying to drive away from my 30 minute long apology; that was 10s apology and 29m analogies and tangents justifying my train of thought until I’m convinced the guy gets it. Just had to focus on shutting the fuck up, walking forward, and getting inside the house.
We all got inside and were immediately relieved. I tried to say, “Well, I think that went well.” but we were in stitches before I could finish the sentence.
In hindsight, we’re experienced enough, and I dunno why we thought it’d be fine and wouldn’t play out exactly like it did.
One time i ate a ton of shrooms, some blotter and god knows what else on 4/20 which was also Easter. About two hours later the girls across the street who were making us ham dinner decided it would be cool to go to church. I won’t go into details but it ended badly.
Me trying to explain the meaning of life. I really thought I figured it out. Sobered up, and for the life of me couldn’t tell you what I was thinking.
I remember trying to explain that I saw fractals on the shadows, but couldn’t recall the words. “It’s the shapes that come from math equations…” “You’re tripping and you see math?!” Total failure to communicate.
Last time I saw them, I was filled with infinite inner white light power and joy. So hard to explain that I didn’t even tried, because I was sure nobody would understand.
So powerful I couldn’t keep my eyes closed, so bright and colorful and the patterns infinitly beautiful.
The CEV mandala patterns are amazing, but the fractal patterns are on another level, and You can really feel how they ARE on another level, plane of comprehension.
What a blissful experience !
Sounds like trying to carry a 4d object back to our 3d world for show and tell
Just because you think something makes sense on drugs does not mean it makes sense.
Sometimes it makes too much sense
Sometimes it does sometimes doesn’t
I like to forget how magnets work and invent perpetual motion machines.
A couple of my friends have done the notebook thing while on acid, idk if they’ve ever reflected on the contents a year later
The right trip will give you all the inspiration you need but it feels like it gave you a 100-piece jigsaw puzzle instead of a cogent answer
