joebono
Rising Star
Today my mom told me that I am changing and getting weird. She’s brilliant, perceptive, and her words and advice are priceless – she doesn’t know about my psychedelic usage, although she might suspect. She said that the past few months I have turned into a radical, negative, and paranoid person. She said that I no longer appreciate my life and that I see the world, my life, and my blessings in an oddly depressed way. A mixture of reading philosophy, listening to science lectures, and my weekly psychedelic use has indeed changed me. I have racing thoughts that I identify as profound and enlightening, I experience epiphanies that I think transcend all truths and I think that I understand deep mysteries that straight society is too stupid to get. My last DMT trip had me convinced I became a god. A year ago I was an atheist.
I devour sociology, psychology, anthropology, and philosophy books and my trips seem to amplify the ideas and concepts in them. Reading this stuff is life changing on its own, but when combined with psychedelics, the material gets imprinted in my mind with unusual permanency. When the guy crashed his plane into the IRS building a few weeks ago, I read his suicide note and searched for understanding, I wanted to identify with him. I’ve been reading David Foster Wallace and identify deeply with some of his views on life, and he is the gifted writer who put a gun to his head to “kill the master.” I get it. I can relate a little too much. I am far from suicidal, the thought never crosses my mind, but I identify with radicals. I seek them out and want to learn from them. Do the radicals have the answers and straight society is deluded, or is it the other way around? Where do I fit in this and how do deal with it?
I know I am obsessed about DMT. It occupies much of my attention for most of the day, and when I am not thinking about psychedelics I am thinking about how fucked up the system is, how much my life is shaped by consumerism and materialism, and how this whole damn existence is some sort of pointless mechanistic game where I am damned to seek pleasure and avoid pain. The ironic part is that I have an intellectually stimulating and satisfying job, a great wife, all the material comforts that I ever dreamed of and I am trying to convince myself that it all sucks. My mother, father, wife and brother are like, “WTF is wrong with you!” I don’t know, but I think DMT is changing me and I am starting to think there are some dark linings in this cloud. Yes, it has turned my mind into an expansive sponge that absorbs, penetrates, questions, and ponders, but while doing that it does something else that scares me.
At what point does a person who takes psychedelics become too far out to function in society? At what point will I be unbearable to be around and people will just hate me? At what point will I fuck up my career because I defend and promote ideas that others consider radical? I feel like I have altered myself and the people who I care about the most see this change as negative. I don’t know what to do. I think the most obvious advice is to stop tripping, permanently or for a while.
I devour sociology, psychology, anthropology, and philosophy books and my trips seem to amplify the ideas and concepts in them. Reading this stuff is life changing on its own, but when combined with psychedelics, the material gets imprinted in my mind with unusual permanency. When the guy crashed his plane into the IRS building a few weeks ago, I read his suicide note and searched for understanding, I wanted to identify with him. I’ve been reading David Foster Wallace and identify deeply with some of his views on life, and he is the gifted writer who put a gun to his head to “kill the master.” I get it. I can relate a little too much. I am far from suicidal, the thought never crosses my mind, but I identify with radicals. I seek them out and want to learn from them. Do the radicals have the answers and straight society is deluded, or is it the other way around? Where do I fit in this and how do deal with it?
I know I am obsessed about DMT. It occupies much of my attention for most of the day, and when I am not thinking about psychedelics I am thinking about how fucked up the system is, how much my life is shaped by consumerism and materialism, and how this whole damn existence is some sort of pointless mechanistic game where I am damned to seek pleasure and avoid pain. The ironic part is that I have an intellectually stimulating and satisfying job, a great wife, all the material comforts that I ever dreamed of and I am trying to convince myself that it all sucks. My mother, father, wife and brother are like, “WTF is wrong with you!” I don’t know, but I think DMT is changing me and I am starting to think there are some dark linings in this cloud. Yes, it has turned my mind into an expansive sponge that absorbs, penetrates, questions, and ponders, but while doing that it does something else that scares me.
At what point does a person who takes psychedelics become too far out to function in society? At what point will I be unbearable to be around and people will just hate me? At what point will I fuck up my career because I defend and promote ideas that others consider radical? I feel like I have altered myself and the people who I care about the most see this change as negative. I don’t know what to do. I think the most obvious advice is to stop tripping, permanently or for a while.