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A Thorough Attempt at Explaining LSD
Jul. 29th, 2021 12:46 pmEarly in my teen years I was under the impression that I would probably never feel a desire to try any type of drug for recreational use, be it alcohol, weed, or something else. However, the US education system does a rather piss poor job in their anti-drug education, and as I went through high school I found that this mindset just doesn't hold up. At least not for me, and for various reasons. By 16 I was curious (and cautious) about marijuana, which has now become a reliable substance for me that I can use safely and with great benefit to my mental health. Aside from weed (and occasionally alcohol) the only other drug on my bucket list at 16 was LSD, and that's where this story begins.
The draw of LSD to me comes from media I consume that is either inspired by it or is reminiscent of psychedelia in some sort of way, specifically music. I have traversed a multitude of genres but my favorites all fall under or are at least influenced by classic psychedelic rock/pop. I could get in depth with that, but it would take forever to explore the diversity of that umbrella. However, specific artists made me curious about the effects of hallucinogens on their creative processes, such as Mild High Club, Ween, and even Stone Temple Pilots. I was keen to listen to these artists "the way they are meant to be listened to". Combined with the fact that information on drugs like LSD is more accessible than ever, tripping acid could be made a viable goal. Research made me much more aware of what I would be getting into. It was a risk that needed to be researched, calculated, and executed in a particular way so as not to bring harm to myself. I genuinely did not think the opportunity would be as close as it was, though. My friend (who will remain anonymous) gave me the tabs two nights ago, and everything went downhill from there.
On the night of the 27th at 11:00, I took half a tab of LSD, about 50ug. For two hours it had little effect besides making it impossible to sleep. At around 1:30 AM, I started to get a bit restless and that's when I felt it. Suddenly, my body felt like nothing. My room was warping around me and everything was purple or green. I stood up and walked around a bit, touching different surfaces and trying to enjoy what I was feeling, but I can't say I did. Most of what I felt was indescribable. My mind was overclocking so much that I felt like I was leaving my body. It put me in a dreamlike state of confusion and disarray, as other stimulants do, and it felt burdensome. Moreover, my music sounded the same as if I were sober. But what bothered me the most about it was the taste. I could feel it in my mouth and nose- this metallic, horrible flavor. I wasn't distressed, but I wanted it to end. I was awake the whole night, slept for roughly an hour at around 7:00 AM, and was then woken by my mother at 8:00 AM because she needed me to help her move a couch.
This is where things got REALLY bad. The comedown from LSD was by far the worst part of the whole experience. When I stood up from my bed, I went blind for a solid minute and my brain felt like an absolute fuzz. My body was heavy and my pupils were so dilated that I had to wear glasses just to look outside. I felt like shit. At that point, it began to sink in that I would have to go out like this, which produced a feeling of anxiety so intense that I felt ready to spill everything and go to the hospital. Fortunately, I didn't. And somehow, in my magical ways, I managed to move two fucking couches in that state. But even when I got back, the thought of LSD and the night I just had was unapproachable. I was so anxious about it that I figured it would be awhile until I could talk or even write about it. I slept for 5 hours to clear the haziness out of my mind, just hoping it would all go back to normal. This morning it finally did and although the thought of what I've done is unnerving, I can write about it comfortably. Still, I don't want to talk about what I experienced with anyone. Thinking about it makes me unsettled. I think I might be a bit traumatized by it, honestly. But I'm still glad it happened because everything kinda worked out and now I will never have to do LSD again.
So yeah, that's what LSD is like. When you have an experience like that with a more serious substance, you really start to appreciate the subtly of weed. In fact, I think I'm turned off from trying anything new, at least for the time being. I'm alright remaining a stoner and I'm sure as hell giving the rest of my tabs back to my friend. This is what it means to be scared straight. The school system should be taking notes.
Anyways, as promised, I will describe the other antics of my week. It wasn't as eventful as I initially thought. I got this really good bagel while back at my apartment in Stockton, did some more swimming at that lake, danced around my kitchen a little bit, the works. One of my favorite bands, Seether, released a new album so that's cool. And some kids made fun of me outside a convenience store today which was kind of funny. Life is good, the same old really. I'm fine with that for now.
The draw of LSD to me comes from media I consume that is either inspired by it or is reminiscent of psychedelia in some sort of way, specifically music. I have traversed a multitude of genres but my favorites all fall under or are at least influenced by classic psychedelic rock/pop. I could get in depth with that, but it would take forever to explore the diversity of that umbrella. However, specific artists made me curious about the effects of hallucinogens on their creative processes, such as Mild High Club, Ween, and even Stone Temple Pilots. I was keen to listen to these artists "the way they are meant to be listened to". Combined with the fact that information on drugs like LSD is more accessible than ever, tripping acid could be made a viable goal. Research made me much more aware of what I would be getting into. It was a risk that needed to be researched, calculated, and executed in a particular way so as not to bring harm to myself. I genuinely did not think the opportunity would be as close as it was, though. My friend (who will remain anonymous) gave me the tabs two nights ago, and everything went downhill from there.
On the night of the 27th at 11:00, I took half a tab of LSD, about 50ug. For two hours it had little effect besides making it impossible to sleep. At around 1:30 AM, I started to get a bit restless and that's when I felt it. Suddenly, my body felt like nothing. My room was warping around me and everything was purple or green. I stood up and walked around a bit, touching different surfaces and trying to enjoy what I was feeling, but I can't say I did. Most of what I felt was indescribable. My mind was overclocking so much that I felt like I was leaving my body. It put me in a dreamlike state of confusion and disarray, as other stimulants do, and it felt burdensome. Moreover, my music sounded the same as if I were sober. But what bothered me the most about it was the taste. I could feel it in my mouth and nose- this metallic, horrible flavor. I wasn't distressed, but I wanted it to end. I was awake the whole night, slept for roughly an hour at around 7:00 AM, and was then woken by my mother at 8:00 AM because she needed me to help her move a couch.
This is where things got REALLY bad. The comedown from LSD was by far the worst part of the whole experience. When I stood up from my bed, I went blind for a solid minute and my brain felt like an absolute fuzz. My body was heavy and my pupils were so dilated that I had to wear glasses just to look outside. I felt like shit. At that point, it began to sink in that I would have to go out like this, which produced a feeling of anxiety so intense that I felt ready to spill everything and go to the hospital. Fortunately, I didn't. And somehow, in my magical ways, I managed to move two fucking couches in that state. But even when I got back, the thought of LSD and the night I just had was unapproachable. I was so anxious about it that I figured it would be awhile until I could talk or even write about it. I slept for 5 hours to clear the haziness out of my mind, just hoping it would all go back to normal. This morning it finally did and although the thought of what I've done is unnerving, I can write about it comfortably. Still, I don't want to talk about what I experienced with anyone. Thinking about it makes me unsettled. I think I might be a bit traumatized by it, honestly. But I'm still glad it happened because everything kinda worked out and now I will never have to do LSD again.
So yeah, that's what LSD is like. When you have an experience like that with a more serious substance, you really start to appreciate the subtly of weed. In fact, I think I'm turned off from trying anything new, at least for the time being. I'm alright remaining a stoner and I'm sure as hell giving the rest of my tabs back to my friend. This is what it means to be scared straight. The school system should be taking notes.
Anyways, as promised, I will describe the other antics of my week. It wasn't as eventful as I initially thought. I got this really good bagel while back at my apartment in Stockton, did some more swimming at that lake, danced around my kitchen a little bit, the works. One of my favorite bands, Seether, released a new album so that's cool. And some kids made fun of me outside a convenience store today which was kind of funny. Life is good, the same old really. I'm fine with that for now.
