Two nights ago, I had a very unexpected and ridiculous trip. Most of my trips take a dark undertone, but this one hit home. I forgot who I was for a good while. It wasn't like the ego loss I experienced on mushrooms; it was a literal forgetting of everything. My senses were totally overwhelmed. I couldn't move other than the constant thrashing around because of the intense body buzz. My mind was trying so hard to process what was happening and for a while I thought I might have overdosed. That thought wasn't at the forefront of my mind, but it was there. When I finally got to where I wasn't confined to the bed, that is when things started to just get weird. I know trips are weird anyway, but the visuals were somewhat overwhelming. Everything was layers upon layers. It was not only swaying, moving, and morphing, but things would just appear, disappear, and jump around. It was very speedy, but it was slow too. I was literally watching seconds into the past, which was a very bizarre concept to comprehend. Whenever I moved, I had to watch myself catch up to myself, it that makes any sense. I started to project my multiple personalities into the objects of my room, namely the lava lamp and my freebord. The lamp was beautiful spitting sparkles into the air. I couldn't look at it directly because the light coming from it was so brilliant.
I'll stop explaining as this isn't a trip report, but I wanted you to have an idea of what was going on.
If I had to put a theme to the trip, it would be, "Stop trying to be who you aren't. Just accept the depression and mania. Better yet, embrace the cynicism." As Galifinakis says, "Bukowski was right!"
I don't agree with the theme. A while back, I would have, but I feel as if I have made a lot of progress in becoming the man I am supposed to be. These last two days have been somewhat of a regression. I know there are things to learn from this trip and things to integrate, but I just don't see them yet. I haven't really talked or thought much since that night. I feel disassociated, not only with myself, but with society in general. I feel comfortable with you guys on this board, but as far as the people I interact with I feel like I'm on a completely different level. I mean I get these feelings a lot, but I just can't work past this feeling of dread when I'm in public. I think I am good on trips for a while with the exception of being blasted into hyperspace when my extraction finishes. Maybe it is what I need. I don't know... I've had bad trips and indifferent trips, but this is the first one that was actually deconstructive.
I was fairly clear headed, but one thought that kept bugging me was, "Why do I enjoy mentally dismembering myself down to the point of not recognizing myself and causing breakdowns of the highest order?"
I didn't mean to type all this. I mainly wanted to ask you guys what draws you to self-destruction? I don't want to know what draws you to psyches or low dose trips because they are usually enjoyable and great for meditation or self-reflection, but what is appealing about high dose trips? What makes destroying your psyche so enjoyable?
I'll stop explaining as this isn't a trip report, but I wanted you to have an idea of what was going on.
If I had to put a theme to the trip, it would be, "Stop trying to be who you aren't. Just accept the depression and mania. Better yet, embrace the cynicism." As Galifinakis says, "Bukowski was right!"
I don't agree with the theme. A while back, I would have, but I feel as if I have made a lot of progress in becoming the man I am supposed to be. These last two days have been somewhat of a regression. I know there are things to learn from this trip and things to integrate, but I just don't see them yet. I haven't really talked or thought much since that night. I feel disassociated, not only with myself, but with society in general. I feel comfortable with you guys on this board, but as far as the people I interact with I feel like I'm on a completely different level. I mean I get these feelings a lot, but I just can't work past this feeling of dread when I'm in public. I think I am good on trips for a while with the exception of being blasted into hyperspace when my extraction finishes. Maybe it is what I need. I don't know... I've had bad trips and indifferent trips, but this is the first one that was actually deconstructive.
I was fairly clear headed, but one thought that kept bugging me was, "Why do I enjoy mentally dismembering myself down to the point of not recognizing myself and causing breakdowns of the highest order?"
I didn't mean to type all this. I mainly wanted to ask you guys what draws you to self-destruction? I don't want to know what draws you to psyches or low dose trips because they are usually enjoyable and great for meditation or self-reflection, but what is appealing about high dose trips? What makes destroying your psyche so enjoyable?