Pay Attention, You're Tripping Balls Right Now

I don't remember the first time I took acid, I guess that's the mind fuck of the whole thing.

The strangest thing about acid isn't when you eat it, but long after, when you think to yourself "what the Hell was that all about?"

In the midst of what strikes the brain as psychotic illusions, the mind feels satisfied and all knowing...even if you are laughing uncontrollably for what seems like weeks. The laughter and visual obsession with the weird distracts the brain from thinking to itself, "Christ, this is weird". Even if Christ did agree with you, he would only be adding to the problem by speaking up.

I never had a major gripe with LSD, but it's always important to keep an arm's length distance. A week long bender could quickly turn into decades being the strange old man on the bicycle. "Poor bastard" They'll say, "I wonder if he even remembers anything."

Colors never look the same again, but they don't hurt the eyes so much. Sometimes to smooth over the intense buzzing, you have to ignore flashes and the constantly changing spectrum, and actually think to yourself, "Is this real?". As always, a cigarette is necessary for this debate.

"Kill the bastards! I'm just kidding, none of this matters...Holy Shit, I'm hungry. Did they just hear me? Am I talking out loud? OHHH I'm in trouble."

It's best to have friends you trust the most around during an intense dive into psychedelics; you never know if you'll come out the same, and there's always a good chance you'll come down, not liking the person you just tripped with. If someone likes you less because of your actions on acid, screw em'.

It's been a while since I climbed out of the rabbit hole, and in hindsight, it was an interesting ride...not the kind to write home about, not the kind to hold proudly, but definitely the kind of ride to remember fondly. If anything, it's a ride that reminds us what it's like to know the thrill of feeling young at heart.

I'm not younger, I took the trip and it was fun for a while, but I won't ever feel a want or need to return, I paid enough attention the first time around to get what I needed from it. Not to mention, the embarrassment of reminiscing on fogged and unreasonable reason is never enjoyable. Nobody is comfortable looking back at themselves and realizing a dose made them slightly insane. "Man I had some crazy thoughts jumping around last night, that was trippy."

I could take a dose everyday, but it wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just keep me in awe of a forever spinning cycle that self-explains itself through reputation alone. Not a good daily routine for the eager mind. No, the eager mind pursues truth through the path of reality, and the truth is, sometimes drugs help you escape faster.

A word of advice, at some point, wander off the path, you might even like it in the grass. Just keep in mind the natural curiosity to move forward and look ahead.