walk_this_way

I decided it would be a magical idea to shroom on New Years eve, and I was indeed correct. After taking 4g and kicking it around the house with two of my close friends, we all split up and went to different parts of the house to think.

I don't necessarily like what I felt about myself during those moments, and it was probably a sign that I should have stuck with my friends later on in the evening, but I am getting ahead of myself.

I found that I really felt low of myself as a person. Not my accomplishments or what not, but my core persona. I felt that I could never escape a true identity where I am just a user of people, no matter how hard I try.

So that was a little bizzare. After I rejoined my friends, we decided that we should head to the beach. It was likely about 11:30 when we first decided this, but my friends had very circular logic, and it took us until close to midnight to leave.

I grabbed an apple and headed out the door ahead of my friends, who were starting to frustrate me at this point for not focusing. As I walked down the road eating this apple (Which was definitely the most delicious apple I've ever tasted) Fireworks began to go off and my friends caught up.

We continued walking and eating some tasty citrusy fruit, but I got to a point where I just needed to go. Not really sure where to be honest. I told my friends that I would be back, and I just ran.

I ran for a pretty long time, and I'm a pretty fast runner. I made it to the beach, and took a left at the end of the board walk and continued going until I reached the rocky shore where the rocks met the waves. It was incredibly dark and slippery on the rocks, and I really have no idea how I didn't get seriously hurt.

Once I made it to the end I decided to turn around and head back. I must have become disoriented because after returning to the sand, I could not find the board walk for the life of me. I actually ended up lost in a damn swamp for all of my search efforts.

I found a trail and figured it would be the safest way to get away from this beach/swamp excursion, and eventually found my way to a house. I followed telephone poles from there to a gravel road, and the gravel road to a concrete one.

It took me a long time on that damned road to realize that I was in an entirely different part of the community that I was in to begin with, but after hours of this, I realized where I was, and managed to find a maintained trail that led me back to the road of the house I was staying at.

So at about 2:50 AM I arrive back at the house. I must have run a good 15 kilometers in total, and my friends were totally confused as to where I went and if I was safe. It was a really dick move of me to run off like that, and I don't even know what I was trying to escape, but it sounds like it was those negative feelings I had.

Despite the craziness of it all, and being lost in the wilderness for a good period of time, I had a really fun and exercise filled trip! I have never had a similar experience to that while on shrooms, so it was rather odd, as I normally like to just kick back and think.