[quote]BarneyFife wrote:
I am curious. Why do you say to stay away from mirrors while on LSD?
(sorry. never tried drugs, and don’t care to, but I am curious.)[/quote]
All kinds of wierd things. Once, the walls all bowed out, and the room turned in to a fish bowl, then I got stuck on the wrong side of the glass.
It varies from person to person.
[quote]mazilla wrote:
i’ve done all of the above on several occasions, and i never had a “bad trip”. if your mind is weak you’ll slip into a bad trip, you have to have control at all times. no matter how any skulls are floating around in your marble floor bitting at you feet, and stay away from mirrors.
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I’d have to place myself in the same boat. I think it has alot to do with how strong of a person you are mentally.
[quote]alownage wrote:
Agree with the above poster.
I once couldn’t “get” people who do drugs.
That was when I was a god damn freshman in high school.
If you can’t “get” why people would do ecstacy, then have a friend find you a good roll and try it. I’m sure as fuck you’ll “get” it then.
I too have seen a lot of my friends go off the deep end cuz of drugs, with myself almost included. Why don’t you get pissy about alcohol? It’s done thousands of times more damage.
Not that I’m defending rampant drug use or simply can’t tolerate alcohol, that’s just stupid. Moderation (usually in the form of infrequent dosing) is the key to successful, rewarding drug use. Some people simply can’t learn that.[/quote]
I’ll attest to this.
When I was a bouncer at a rave that was alcohol-free, circa-1999, I wondered what the hell all these shivering little twits got out of this stuff. Since it became well known that I didn’t use, and I treated the ravers with human decency (something they weren’t used to at other clubs, apparently), the running challenge/joke among them was to try to get me to roll. I never did while I worked there or at any after parties.
The late-night (rave) was closed down by the city enacting some hurried, bullshit ordinance, and the same owners opened back up a few months later as a regular, close-at-2-a.m. nightclub with a liquor license. Since I was the only member of security who carried over, I had the experience and seniority and became head of security.
The very first night the new, alcohol-serving club was open, we had 6 knock-down, drag-outs to deal with. In 7 months of working the rave club (with 7 hour shifts as opposed to 4), I had to forcibly remove one guy. One. Sure I kicked a lot of other people out, but they all went peacefully.
This really threw a monkey wrench into my “legal=moral” perspective on drugs.
About a year and a half later, after I’d quit bouncing, I finally did some X at the tender age of 27. Woo-hoo, beat the shit out of drinking!
Spread out over some months, I think I may have done it 4 or 5 times total, and had a blast each time. What got me was the ate-up bean heads that lived for this shit didn’t seem to enjoy it that much when they did it. They’d eat a few beans, pick a spot on the wall, stare at it for 4-5 hours, and go home. Meanwhile, my oldschool ass is bouncing off the walls, talking up a storm (my voice sounded soooo good), cracking jokes, trying to get into chicks’ pants… I mean, fuck, it’s a party, right? And men shouldn’t try to get laid anymore? WTF?
About this time I realized that these little idiots (who were only, on average, about 4-5 years younger than me) had nothing outside of drugs going for them. For me, the philosophy was “OK, I’m going to enjoy a nice, fun chemical stupor for a few hours, then it’s back to life in the real world”. For them it seemed like, “OK, let’s do our drugs and get it over with so we can go home and get some sleep so we can be ready to do it tomorrow”.
I guess the take home point to this rambling anecdote is that it’s not so much the drug as the person taking it.
If you’re going to do a drug, fine. Just don’t let the drug do you.
A public service message from Digital Chainsaw, Inc.
[quote]Digital Chainsaw wrote:
alownage wrote:
Agree with the above poster.
I once couldn’t “get” people who do drugs.
That was when I was a god damn freshman in high school.
If you can’t “get” why people would do ecstacy, then have a friend find you a good roll and try it. I’m sure as fuck you’ll “get” it then.
I too have seen a lot of my friends go off the deep end cuz of drugs, with myself almost included. Why don’t you get pissy about alcohol? It’s done thousands of times more damage.
Not that I’m defending rampant drug use or simply can’t tolerate alcohol, that’s just stupid. Moderation (usually in the form of infrequent dosing) is the key to successful, rewarding drug use. Some people simply can’t learn that.
I’ll attest to this.
When I was a bouncer at a rave that was alcohol-free, circa-1999, I wondered what the hell all these shivering little twits got out of this stuff. Since it became well known that I didn’t use, and I treated the ravers with human decency (something they weren’t used to at other clubs, apparently), the running challenge/joke among them was to try to get me to roll. I never did while I worked there or at any after parties.
The late-night (rave) was closed down by the city enacting some hurried, bullshit ordinance, and the same owners opened back up a few months later as a regular, close-at-2-a.m. nightclub with a liquor license. Since I was the only member of security who carried over, I had the experience and seniority and became head of security.
The very first night the new, alcohol-serving club was open, we had 6 knock-down, drag-outs to deal with. In 7 months of working the rave club (with 7 hour shifts as opposed to 4), I had to forcibly remove one guy. One. Sure I kicked a lot of other people out, but they all went peacefully.
This really threw a monkey wrench into my “legal=moral” perspective on drugs.
About a year and a half later, after I’d quit bouncing, I finally did some X at the tender age of 27. Woo-hoo, beat the shit out of drinking!
Spread out over some months, I think I may have done it 4 or 5 times total, and had a blast each time. What got me was the ate-up bean heads that lived for this shit didn’t seem to enjoy it that much when they did it. They’d eat a few beans, pick a spot on the wall, stare at it for 4-5 hours, and go home. Meanwhile, my oldschool ass is bouncing off the walls, talking up a storm (my voice sounded soooo good), cracking jokes, trying to get into chicks’ pants… I mean, fuck, it’s a party, right? And men shouldn’t try to get laid anymore? WTF?
About this time I realized that these little idiots (who were only, on average, about 4-5 years younger than me) had nothing outside of drugs going for them. For me, the philosophy was “OK, I’m going to enjoy a nice, fun chemical stupor for a few hours, then it’s back to life in the real world”. For them it seemed like, “OK, let’s do our drugs and get it over with so we can go home and get some sleep so we can be ready to do it tomorrow”.
I guess the take home point to this rambling anecdote is that it’s not so much the drug as the person taking it.
If you’re going to do a drug, fine. Just don’t let the drug do you.
A public service message from Digital Chainsaw, Inc.[/quote]
Congrats DC, you “get it”.