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Every once in a while, every one of us needs a vacation from reality. Narcotics are simply the easiest way to do so. On tuesday night, after days of intense studying, I decided to go on a trip of my own. This girl told me that she had gotten her hands on a large quantity of mushrooms and asked if I wanted any. I immediately bought two eighths for $70 and consumed most of one of the eighths. About a minute after I ate them, a girl who is in my Statistics class and my Economics class informed me that we had a test the next day. Now, being in a state of constant lack of sleep, I have been known from time to time to forget what day it is, and I thought she was talking about Economics. I already knew that there was a Statistics test, but those tests are exeedingly easy. I had not studied for any Econ test at all, and I had just swallowed nearly an eighth of mushrooms.
I went into my friend's room, where my 3 fellow trippers (they had taken them about 2 hours earlier) were hanging out. I told them what happened and predicted that it would bring me down the whole trip. One of my friends who wasn't tripping pointed out that there was really nothing else I could do about the situation and I should just enjoy the trip. I thought it was good advice, and as the shrooms started to kick in, the characteristic good-feeling smile came across my face. Sure enough, I was having a good time.
But in the back of my mind, the Econ test the next day was lurking. The tingly good feeling that spreads across your body was building up as were the visuals. Soon, however, my trip split ways. There was the good physical feeling and the cool visuals, but my emotions dragged me into a bad trip. The Econ test triggered a sense of self-stupidity, laziness, selfishness and self-hatred. I began to worry excessively about my car since I hadn't moved it and I would get a $150 dollar ticket and possibly have it towed if I didn't move it. But I was still tripping balls and did not feel straight enough to move it. My shroomed up mind extrapolated a parking ticket and an Econ test into an utter sense of self-regret and failure.
At about 6 in the morning, I decided I had to move my car even though I was still tripping. I was coming down, though, so I thought it would be okay if I just moved it to a side street. As soon as I started driving, I straightened out considerably (even though I had another 2 hours of tripping) and decided to park it at my dad's house and walk back to the dorms. When I got back after the cold half-hour walk, I laid down and watched my wall as the bumps in the material formed the shapes of horses and tarantulas. Right before I went to sleep, I thought again about the Econ test and realized that I didn't have Econ until Thursday, so the girl must have just been talking about the Statistics test, which I didn't worry about. I slept from 8 in the morning until 6 at night.
When I got up, I went to my statistics test and aced it. On my way walking over to the building, I realized that my overwhelming sense of failure had exited my body as the shrooms had exited my body. A good 10 hours of sleep had rebuilt my brain and I realized that everything was good. I also realized that the real hallucinations last night had been emotional, not visual.
I went into my friend's room, where my 3 fellow trippers (they had taken them about 2 hours earlier) were hanging out. I told them what happened and predicted that it would bring me down the whole trip. One of my friends who wasn't tripping pointed out that there was really nothing else I could do about the situation and I should just enjoy the trip. I thought it was good advice, and as the shrooms started to kick in, the characteristic good-feeling smile came across my face. Sure enough, I was having a good time.
But in the back of my mind, the Econ test the next day was lurking. The tingly good feeling that spreads across your body was building up as were the visuals. Soon, however, my trip split ways. There was the good physical feeling and the cool visuals, but my emotions dragged me into a bad trip. The Econ test triggered a sense of self-stupidity, laziness, selfishness and self-hatred. I began to worry excessively about my car since I hadn't moved it and I would get a $150 dollar ticket and possibly have it towed if I didn't move it. But I was still tripping balls and did not feel straight enough to move it. My shroomed up mind extrapolated a parking ticket and an Econ test into an utter sense of self-regret and failure.
At about 6 in the morning, I decided I had to move my car even though I was still tripping. I was coming down, though, so I thought it would be okay if I just moved it to a side street. As soon as I started driving, I straightened out considerably (even though I had another 2 hours of tripping) and decided to park it at my dad's house and walk back to the dorms. When I got back after the cold half-hour walk, I laid down and watched my wall as the bumps in the material formed the shapes of horses and tarantulas. Right before I went to sleep, I thought again about the Econ test and realized that I didn't have Econ until Thursday, so the girl must have just been talking about the Statistics test, which I didn't worry about. I slept from 8 in the morning until 6 at night.
When I got up, I went to my statistics test and aced it. On my way walking over to the building, I realized that my overwhelming sense of failure had exited my body as the shrooms had exited my body. A good 10 hours of sleep had rebuilt my brain and I realized that everything was good. I also realized that the real hallucinations last night had been emotional, not visual.
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