I'm sure a lot of us have had memorable drug experiences, interesting tales, sensations, thoughts. The exploration of drugs can often be quite the ride, so lets share in the name of entertainment.
A few years ago, I ordered a little stimulant called ethylone. Compared to many other of the 'lones it was pretty fucking tame. It was a buzz, really. Regardless, I had been up on the stuff for about 3 days at this point, my bag was running low. it was nearing night and I figured "Hey, this stuff isn't very strong. Maybe I should just TAKE THE REST" which was about 400mg. About 4 times more than I was taking. I should have known better when my toilet paper parachute broke the first time. I should have known better. "This is too much" I thought. "I'll be fine" I thought.
I was not fucking fine.
At first, it was great. I felt high, I was good, better than the drug had done for me up until that point. I was watching some movie and I was very tuned into the plot. As the night went on, my paranoia went full swing. I became really agitated. Within hours, I was under the cover of my blankets on my laptop, trying to hide the light from my family in case they got up and came into my room to see if I was awake. I was sweating balls in there, it was fucking summer and there I was under the thickest- most light blocking blanket my ass could find. My paranoia worsened. Soon I was afraid for my life. My parents weren't simply just going to bust in at any minute, oh no.
Now they were, apparently, trying to KILL me. But you know, they couldn't just do it like any other murderous parent, they had to hire SHADOW PEOPLE to do it. For those of you who have never at any point in your life, 100% believed in shadow people trying to kill you, I assure you that in the dead of night it is the most frightening thing you can experience. To illuminate my way, I located a flashlight and a laser, which I was blasting around the room trying to find the shadow people, trying to make them show themselves. Of course, they'd always skirt away. I could hear them too, I could fucking hear them threaten me. Tell me how they were going to kill me, why. I was sure the police were involved in my torture at one point. I went and checked on my family, they were all sleeping, but how could this be?
My brother in particular, I was convinced he was in on this. I don't know why, but he was goddamnit. So, I did the only rational thing a person can do in that situation. I swiftly and violently grabbed his foot at 3am while he was dead asleep. He woke up, of course "What the fuck?" "Sorry, I was trying to find the bathroom". And off to the bathroom I went, convinced my plan had been foiled. As the sun started to come up, my paranoia waned and I realized how absolutely absurd the whole situation was. But still, I felt like shit. Utter shit. My jaw was squeaky and raw, I had a hard time eating a simple yogurt. The spoon just barely fit in my mouth. Talking was a pain. Somehow, my family was not alerted to my drug use despite all my ridiculous night time activities.
That morning, we were going to go to chinatown with some other family. Going to one of those buffets with the huge round, spinning tables? Man. It was REALLY hard to eat but thankfully nobody really noticed since we were all eating from the same plates anyway. Still, going into the city made me forget about my shuffles with the shadow people the night before, I started to feel better. For about a month afterwords, whenever I was alone, I would hear whispers, voices, I was convinced my parents were still trying to kill me just about any time I took a shower. I would hear knocking on the door with a policeman on the outside. Which never happened. That fucked me up a lot I think. To this day I have not quite yet gotten rid of that paranoia or the whispers. Just last night I was dealing with incomprehensible whispers. It's an experience that has left me mentally scarred for life. It is one of my most fearful experiences, seldom have I been that scared in my life.
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