Over the last 3 months I got really depressed more than I have in my entire life. Partially because of my job, and my cat dying and because of losing my job that I liked, and because of of my daughter and her mom.
I took some acid at work at the end of the shift that this guy gave me and I felt my heart sink really bad, I almost felt like I couldn't finish my job but I did. I've started taking shrooms once a week the last month, sometimes low doses, sometimes high doses. But What I noticed is I drink less, and when I'm sober I can talk to people easier and make them do what I want. I even play guitar better.
I still kind of feel sad, and I honestly don't think mushrooms or psychedelics are the answer. But I feel for my brain, that those drugs like them and cover up how I feel Just like how some people use anti-dipressants.
Though the difference I've noticed between psychedelics and (i used to take a lot of them when i was a kid) anti-depressants is that I'm actually able to get high and think about my life rather than feel like a sick robot.
When I've taken these drugs, I've always felt like the galaxy was laughing at me, for having to take something to understand something so simple.
I saw a squirrel run across a telephone pole line and then leap onto a tree, and I kind of wished I could be him, because his life is inherently much simpler, but thats because squirrels are fast, and nobody is going to arrest a squirrel.
The only person I hang out with is my cat archer, and he's pretty annoying, he sleeps during the day but is awake when I'm trying to go to sleep, but he's pretty cute, all he does is hit the door stopper spring and play shuffle board with topo chico bottle caps. I accidently pooped on him though the other day while reaching for toilet paper.
It's just a good thing to not feel like the press is going to attack me (knock on wood) or that someones going to call me a name. I'd much rather fight than exchange words with an idiot
When you lose your humanity, it's something very hard to take back and most people will easily let it go and some people will try to keep it from you.
The only person I hang out with is my cat archer, and he's pretty annoying, he sleeps during the day but is awake when I'm trying to go to sleep, but he's pretty cute, all he does is hit the door stopper spring and play shuffle board with topo chico bottle caps. I accidently pooped on him though the other day while reaching for toilet paper.
I accidently pooped on him though the other day while reaching for toilet paper.
I still kind of feel sad, and I honestly don't think mushrooms or psychedelics are the answer.
You're right, there is no way mushrooms growing out of shit or mildy rye fungus cooked with hydrazine can be an answer to all the questions of the universe.
There has to be a reason these plants exist and intoxicate us in such a way. I think it gives us an edge in survival, I don't think there is any spiritual or religious purpose for these drugs, we are just lucky carbon based niggas.
