I'm a senior in high school right now and it's the last trimester of the year, I am 18 btw not 17. So I thought I would try some mushrooms. I had never done anything but smoke weed before, so I was in for a huge surprise. I half expected it to be neon colors, and flying listening to stairway to heaven. I had no clue. My warning to you, is set and setting. At the time I didn't know much about psychedelics, so the whole set and setting precaution was unknown to me. Well during lunch one day with my friend who I usually smoke with, we have open lunch and drive places. Usually just to my house. He said we should eat the shrooms. I have been high in class many times, and I have no problem with it, unless I smell then I, paranoid. But I'm used to being high in class. And since my last 4 hours were basically blow offs, I agreed.
Unfortunately if you are reading this then you are already well informed enough of the whole setting issue, but like most people who just happen upon this drug without any research I had no clue. If your friends ever talk about using a psychedelic please warn them that is is like nothing else, and tell them, to do extensive research before consuming a psychedelic. You see in high school, people are very dumb. They think of things immaturely, like alcohol is level one, weed is level 2, and mushrooms or lsd is level 3 drugs. I didn't have the pat exact hierarchy in mind, but I did however not account for the huge perceptual and psychological level gaps between weed and mushrooms.
Anyway, we had a 45 minute lunch time and we ate them in the car on our way to my house. He said he got some "gold caps" 5g and we split the bag pretty evenly. They looked smaller than I'd expected, and very gross. They were shriveled and dry with spots on them. I said I'm not eating this shit it's moldy and I don't wanna die. But he said it was just bruising, he made sure it was a good batch. So we reached my house and didn't feel any effects. Ate a little, wasn't too hungry. My stomach kinda hurt so I just had some milk to coat my stomach. I felt better soon enough. Around a half hour mark I said, these were duds, he sold you regular mushrooms you idiot. You got ripped off.
I ate my words, around 10 minutes later I was somewhere else completely. It didn't feel like weed at all. The colors were so saturated and the walls breathed. Everything I looked at was just odd. I said to my friend. We have like 5 minutes lets go. At that moment I thought I could handle being in school, I wasn't to confused, just enjoying life. So we went back to school and I made sure he drove normally, he said he wasn't feeling it so I trusted his judgement anyway but I was nervous. We pulled into the parking lot and it was as if I was a freshman again, seeing my huge school for the first time. I was scared, what if I get lost, it's so big, what if I forget what classes I have. We got outta the car and he said alright, why the fuck did the concrete just change to a different color. It was grey, now it is black. So we walk into our 3rd hour together. Creative writing. We were in the computer lab today, how lucky I was! You see I began feeling very scared at that point. Everyone was talking, and whispers, it was all about me I just felt them. I looked at the computer and was in awe. The desktop had become my entire life. I was just a mouse, a pointer who could click. I opened my hdrive to see my files. Boom, a little file is open right in front of me. Containing manyyy papers for, this year. I didn't really know what was happening, I didn't know that I even wrote those papers, i was still just a selector. I forgot my body existed, I probably thought I was moving by will rather than my physical hand controlling the mouse. I opened my paper and saw 2000 words right in front of me. I was so shocked that I (a mouse) could remember all these words and letters, put them in the right order, for dozens of papers. And that was just one file.
The bell rang and I became aware of my surroundings. This is when it got weird. I had been living in the digital world for I felt like, all of my existence, but I was just on the computer probably looking retarded for an hour. My walk was weird, like I was skipping. But I was walking, I just felt like a frolicker? I was so happy. I loved school. But this was not even school anymore. The digital clocks on the walls were timers, I had to navigate through the maze of halls, like a mouse, again a mouse but a different kind. I needed to get to the right room before my passing time ran out. But what hour is it! What class is it? I don't know any of these people. I remembered my next class out of nowhere, eureka! In that old life, that must've existed a thousand years before, I had Spanish 4th hour! I made it to class on time. She began speaking seemingly infinitely rapid in tongues I had never heard. She knew what she was saying, I could tell by her tone, and expression. She thought it was real. I spoke aloud to see if that was the new language that we all spoke I said hello. She looked at me and said something in tongues again. I just sad there and said sorry and looked down. I looked down, at my desk. The wooden horizon of stability that enables our education. I saw the grains flowing beautifully, each cm of wood was an infinite river with ripples and a flow of its own. My friend asked me in English why my Spanish folder wasn't out. I said, out? Why is it not out? It is in. I am in. I realized I must get out. I walked out of the class without saying a word. Luckily she is lenient and actually allows students to go to the restroom without permission as to not disrupt the class. I turned into the hallway. So long, so deep. I was amazed at our 3rd dimension like I had never been before. How powerful is depth, without it now would anything like this life occur.
I walked into the bathroom I guess by instinct because I was the only one in the hall, and that usually means I'm going to the bathroom. The tiles on the ground, oh wow. These tiles are stepped on everyday, peed on even, people throw paper towel on this tile. But wow, it's definition and clarity made me think i was royalty just for it plating my floor. It had so much detail. I went to pee, this may be kind of personal. But I had forgotten what peeing even was! I think I had to pee the whole time, I just didn't know what that feeling was. Because when I released my pee, it felt orgasmic. For a full 30 seconds even after I stopped peeing I was in such bliss. But the trip takes a downward turn from here. I see the mirror as I am washing my hands. Mindfuck. To see oneself whilst tripping after not remembering you even had a body was like the ultimate unreality. It was impossible. As if I had just happened to stare straight into the eyes of god himself by accident. I then began realizing what this all is. I am in school, like always. I'm just washing my hands like I do everyday. This is nothing new, in fact the same thing will likely happen tomorrow. And with that realization of cyclical engagement I became the essence of depression.
I was doomed to a reality where once you wake up, you have things to do, a routine, a job, a school, this was no adventure it was fucking torture. I walked back into Spanish very sad. Sat down and said nothing, I was amazed at nothing, I was nothing. I felt my consciousness dying, I'm just a machine for this civilization to thrive on. No one is happy here, we should all be dead. The bell rang and I had that. Realization again, that I am not this. Last time it was, I am not a computer. This time it was I am not a definite, an answer, I am not one thing but everything.
I see my friends in the hall, they do not look like my friends. I had that eery, past life feeling, like I knew them a thousand years ago but not know, I just vaguely remember them. My pupils were huge I guess. They all laughed and asked if I was high on meth or something. I said no not meth! I thought they were serious. I felt like I had the power to declare my reality, if I said it then it was. I spoke, I ate mushrooms. Mndfuck. I remember maybe 100 years ago, when I ate mushrooms in a car, is this what I mean? Why is everything so fucking weird. The said what! Why the fuck would you eat shrooms and go to school, aren't you fucking scared. I sort of forgot the beginning of their question, but I replied no I'm not scared, are you guys scared? They said no and all my anxiety I had been repressing was lifted. I laughed hysterically I couldn't stop. They thought I was faking. But I just felt like this entire universe was telling my a huge mindfuck of a cosmic joke. The secret that is right here that no one fucking sees, I just laugh at how bad our perception of reality really is.
This is turning out to be very long. If you want me to tell you the rest of my day then reply, but I don't want anyone seeing a huge post and just blowing it off.
Unfortunately if you are reading this then you are already well informed enough of the whole setting issue, but like most people who just happen upon this drug without any research I had no clue. If your friends ever talk about using a psychedelic please warn them that is is like nothing else, and tell them, to do extensive research before consuming a psychedelic. You see in high school, people are very dumb. They think of things immaturely, like alcohol is level one, weed is level 2, and mushrooms or lsd is level 3 drugs. I didn't have the pat exact hierarchy in mind, but I did however not account for the huge perceptual and psychological level gaps between weed and mushrooms.
Anyway, we had a 45 minute lunch time and we ate them in the car on our way to my house. He said he got some "gold caps" 5g and we split the bag pretty evenly. They looked smaller than I'd expected, and very gross. They were shriveled and dry with spots on them. I said I'm not eating this shit it's moldy and I don't wanna die. But he said it was just bruising, he made sure it was a good batch. So we reached my house and didn't feel any effects. Ate a little, wasn't too hungry. My stomach kinda hurt so I just had some milk to coat my stomach. I felt better soon enough. Around a half hour mark I said, these were duds, he sold you regular mushrooms you idiot. You got ripped off.
I ate my words, around 10 minutes later I was somewhere else completely. It didn't feel like weed at all. The colors were so saturated and the walls breathed. Everything I looked at was just odd. I said to my friend. We have like 5 minutes lets go. At that moment I thought I could handle being in school, I wasn't to confused, just enjoying life. So we went back to school and I made sure he drove normally, he said he wasn't feeling it so I trusted his judgement anyway but I was nervous. We pulled into the parking lot and it was as if I was a freshman again, seeing my huge school for the first time. I was scared, what if I get lost, it's so big, what if I forget what classes I have. We got outta the car and he said alright, why the fuck did the concrete just change to a different color. It was grey, now it is black. So we walk into our 3rd hour together. Creative writing. We were in the computer lab today, how lucky I was! You see I began feeling very scared at that point. Everyone was talking, and whispers, it was all about me I just felt them. I looked at the computer and was in awe. The desktop had become my entire life. I was just a mouse, a pointer who could click. I opened my hdrive to see my files. Boom, a little file is open right in front of me. Containing manyyy papers for, this year. I didn't really know what was happening, I didn't know that I even wrote those papers, i was still just a selector. I forgot my body existed, I probably thought I was moving by will rather than my physical hand controlling the mouse. I opened my paper and saw 2000 words right in front of me. I was so shocked that I (a mouse) could remember all these words and letters, put them in the right order, for dozens of papers. And that was just one file.
The bell rang and I became aware of my surroundings. This is when it got weird. I had been living in the digital world for I felt like, all of my existence, but I was just on the computer probably looking retarded for an hour. My walk was weird, like I was skipping. But I was walking, I just felt like a frolicker? I was so happy. I loved school. But this was not even school anymore. The digital clocks on the walls were timers, I had to navigate through the maze of halls, like a mouse, again a mouse but a different kind. I needed to get to the right room before my passing time ran out. But what hour is it! What class is it? I don't know any of these people. I remembered my next class out of nowhere, eureka! In that old life, that must've existed a thousand years before, I had Spanish 4th hour! I made it to class on time. She began speaking seemingly infinitely rapid in tongues I had never heard. She knew what she was saying, I could tell by her tone, and expression. She thought it was real. I spoke aloud to see if that was the new language that we all spoke I said hello. She looked at me and said something in tongues again. I just sad there and said sorry and looked down. I looked down, at my desk. The wooden horizon of stability that enables our education. I saw the grains flowing beautifully, each cm of wood was an infinite river with ripples and a flow of its own. My friend asked me in English why my Spanish folder wasn't out. I said, out? Why is it not out? It is in. I am in. I realized I must get out. I walked out of the class without saying a word. Luckily she is lenient and actually allows students to go to the restroom without permission as to not disrupt the class. I turned into the hallway. So long, so deep. I was amazed at our 3rd dimension like I had never been before. How powerful is depth, without it now would anything like this life occur.
I walked into the bathroom I guess by instinct because I was the only one in the hall, and that usually means I'm going to the bathroom. The tiles on the ground, oh wow. These tiles are stepped on everyday, peed on even, people throw paper towel on this tile. But wow, it's definition and clarity made me think i was royalty just for it plating my floor. It had so much detail. I went to pee, this may be kind of personal. But I had forgotten what peeing even was! I think I had to pee the whole time, I just didn't know what that feeling was. Because when I released my pee, it felt orgasmic. For a full 30 seconds even after I stopped peeing I was in such bliss. But the trip takes a downward turn from here. I see the mirror as I am washing my hands. Mindfuck. To see oneself whilst tripping after not remembering you even had a body was like the ultimate unreality. It was impossible. As if I had just happened to stare straight into the eyes of god himself by accident. I then began realizing what this all is. I am in school, like always. I'm just washing my hands like I do everyday. This is nothing new, in fact the same thing will likely happen tomorrow. And with that realization of cyclical engagement I became the essence of depression.
I was doomed to a reality where once you wake up, you have things to do, a routine, a job, a school, this was no adventure it was fucking torture. I walked back into Spanish very sad. Sat down and said nothing, I was amazed at nothing, I was nothing. I felt my consciousness dying, I'm just a machine for this civilization to thrive on. No one is happy here, we should all be dead. The bell rang and I had that. Realization again, that I am not this. Last time it was, I am not a computer. This time it was I am not a definite, an answer, I am not one thing but everything.
I see my friends in the hall, they do not look like my friends. I had that eery, past life feeling, like I knew them a thousand years ago but not know, I just vaguely remember them. My pupils were huge I guess. They all laughed and asked if I was high on meth or something. I said no not meth! I thought they were serious. I felt like I had the power to declare my reality, if I said it then it was. I spoke, I ate mushrooms. Mndfuck. I remember maybe 100 years ago, when I ate mushrooms in a car, is this what I mean? Why is everything so fucking weird. The said what! Why the fuck would you eat shrooms and go to school, aren't you fucking scared. I sort of forgot the beginning of their question, but I replied no I'm not scared, are you guys scared? They said no and all my anxiety I had been repressing was lifted. I laughed hysterically I couldn't stop. They thought I was faking. But I just felt like this entire universe was telling my a huge mindfuck of a cosmic joke. The secret that is right here that no one fucking sees, I just laugh at how bad our perception of reality really is.
This is turning out to be very long. If you want me to tell you the rest of my day then reply, but I don't want anyone seeing a huge post and just blowing it off.
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I wish I had done mushies or weed for that matter in high school. Would have made for some good times. Also well written report.
