Haha, don't let me scare you. I am not one to tolerate psychadelics.
What happens when I eat mushrooms is my mind on the first 5 minutes of onset goes on melt-down. I start screaming in my head, why did I do this, this is going to be exactly the same thing, over and over, I can't handle 8 hours of this, puke it up. Now.
The real thing is, my first trip slayed me. It was that, and only that night. You do need friends for your first trip. You really need someone to talk to.
At the time of my first trip I was at a party, a birthday party. I had been the only one to eat them, I was very strong willed, and I had been practiving mind over matter in all situations, and I had a good grasp on everything. I could handle pain, emotional and physical very well.
Well how I did that was over time, I slowly became stronger to these things, and I learned how to cope. But when I was on shrooms the first time, I felt odd at first, you get this warm gut sensation, kind of like a light drunk. Then you actually feel drunk, but your thoughts are clear as a bell, and about 2 times faster and denser than normal. The people I was with weren't my favorite, they are the heavy metal, kind of ... weird crowd. I can't hang out with them often, they can be real downers. (They drink all the time, talk about reality and what not, but mostly are just very... something) Anyways, I left and I was in a good mood to leave. I got in my car and it was like I was 3. I had no idea what I was doing. Then I got the ist of it and went crazy everything was swirling, the clouds were purple and pink and high definition, I was driving all over the road, so I pulled over. Stared at the sky and called a friend.
I got a little sleepy and went home, and I was alone and it was dark. I have always had slight depression, and I guess thats what got me. I went to be, and I started down the childhood days of my depression, and I didn't realize I was going down it until it was too late. I was 16, I just didn't know what was going on. Pretty soon my mind started projecting my own death, brain damage, permamanent psychosis, and how stupid I was.
Every time I write about it I feel better.
But Viljo, if you have a good friend that you can talk to about anything, small talk, deep talk. It is great. I remember at about midnight, I was swirling in a vortex of black and green fractals, melting and bubbling in my mind, impending my doom, I got up to vomit, but I couldn't. I dialed a friend "Dude... I think I'm dieing...."
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"Whoa, man, you're gonna be ok. You'll be ok, plenty of people have eaten more than you and were fine."
Euphoria. The rest of the night was me sitting there, realizing how weak I was. I'd be fine, and I'd tell everyone to be careful with shrooms.
But every onset I get with psychadelics, even weed, brings me right back to that feeling, where I didn't exist, but everyone else did. I was alone, but surrounded. Everything was empty.
Do not fear though Viljo, you are very intelligent now. I can handle mushrooms, DMT, and ayahuasca, I can smoke weed now, I love them all. It was just a learning experience that took a long time, but I wanted to get through it, determined to see a sober day.
The end. Not based on a true story.