cross-posted from: https://lemmy.blahaj.zone/post/16528678
Small story. I’ve done more than my fair share of shrooms in my day. My guy stopped growing them and raised turtles instead, but that’s not the point. I found a new person to acquire them from and being an “expert” psychonaut, I took about the same amount as always(4g) expecting a pretty moderate trip. Turns out the new guy knows how to grow some spicy Bois and I couldn’t handle 4g of them. I’m not advocating for drug use, but if you plan on taking shrooms, remember that every bag is different and I am a huge proponent of taking a micro dose of any new batch before going for a macro dose. Dip your toes in before diving head first Anyway, this meme is literally me. Gave me a giggle
My guy stopped growing them and raised turtles instead,
I wish my resume looked that good.
That’s why I still prefer LSD over shrooms, even though I hate that the trip lasts twice as long. With LSD you always know how much you are taking
I tried 1g of Makilla Gorilla and 1g of Golden Teacher (months apart) and the gorilla felt 3x stronger at least. I never knew that before, it’s much better now that we can buy them in stores.
Someone wasn’t prepared.
Not exactly the same but I’ve seen someone consume an entire pyramid of gel tabs. They ended up naked with jumping cactus on their balls. An RN at the rave picked it out and we got him to his car. He then jumped on the roof of his car until the cabin was concave, somehow got his keys and just plowed through the desert, cacti and all. No idea what ended up happening to him.
The sweating one. I once thought I pissed my jeans, but had instead dumped a gallon of two of sweat out of my whole body, while I sat on the bathroom floor counting small tiles.
Good to grow up since then.
I was once tripping hard at a party, and they had a ceiling with some tiles with holes in them. So obviously i started counting them. I soon realised that it’s less of a counting thing and more of a math problem. I took some toilet paper and started scribbling down numbers. I remember as soon as i wrote all the numbers down, i didn’t really remember where the numbers even came from and why they are so important to me. When i had the final result, i wrote it on my arm and flushed down the toilet paper. Every few minutes i took a look at my arm and repeated the number in my mind.
At some point the police knocked on the door, because of a noise complaint. I thought it’s because they wanted the numbers and went to the toilet to scrub it off. And was so relieved that they are gone. Then i got mad at myself because i forgot tye numbers. I sat down at my place on the sofa, looked up and saw the holes and remembered, and had to laugh out loud.
Why did you leave out the part where you cry for like four hours straight?
Not straight. More like crying, followed by maniacal laughter, followed by more crying
These days, it’s zero crying for me, but that first time, I had a loooot to work through. And I was in an unfamiliar place/country. And my friends didn’t take theirs and went to sleep, leaving me awake by myself. And then I took my friend’s dose, too, because it “wasn’t doing anything.”
