I'll tell you what I consider a bad trip. LSD. That's a bad trip.
Every single time I've dropped acid, I've become the person I never wanted to be. A terrified, anxious, and confused little coward. People say you become very creative whilst tripping. I lose all sense of creativity.
But I kept taking it anyways because everyone kept telling me I'd be alright, and it was "chill", and then they always asked me why I wasn't laughing whenever I was back in anxiety mode. Then again all my friends were punk-ass fucking ravers who were only in it for the drugs, I shouldn't have expected them to understand.
Haven't had a single positive experience. I've had some excellent hallucinations, but it would always end up with me thinking that if I keep tripping out on something someone's going to know I'm tripping and then I end up tripping on the idea that I'll be tripping on a cop. And my friends never helped. My friends always act like they know how to keep their cool, but in my mind I look at them and they're just as obvious as I am, which probably means not obvious at all, but I don't know that.
These were my conclusions after every acid trip I've had.
1- Parties are bad, all parties, bad
2- Going to LA (my favorite place to go) WILL kill you
3- My two best friends are wimps
4- I've made the wrong friends, the worst friends any decent human being could ever ask for
5- If I try to make friends with people who like drugs as much as I do, I'll be repeating #4
Basically what I'm trying to say is that I'm fucking jealous that you guys can have so much fun with LSD. But, then again, all of my experiences were in public, sadly I don't have any private place to trip. I think I'm gonna hold off on acid until I have my own place, but I think by then I'll have no friends who do drugs, and if I do, they'll probably be the ones driving me off the deep end.
I remember back when I thought I could handle bad trips because I could handle scary hallucinations. Nobody ever told me that psychedelics manipulate the hell out of your conscience. But mushrooms sure did take me by surprise. The whole thing was just happy happy, suspension of disbelief, positive outlook, worry-free, controllable, understandable, and ended with "holy shit every single thing we do in this life is based around ONE universe! i have something in common with EVERY SINGLE THING EVER!! WTF!!"
this was Disneyland. now my favorite theme park ever, can't wait to go back.
hmm, I seem to have gone way off subject, but that always seems to be my intention.
I don't have bad DXM trips. I mean, I've had very spoiled robo-trips, very frustrating interferences, but I always feel like I'm in my rightful place whenever DXM is in my system, like it was meant for me. They always start with me thinking I'm gonna die and end with me realizing that I spent the last six hours as if they were the last hours I had left on the planet, and I'm not dead. That's probably the most refreshing feeling ever. But one thing I know that definitely destroys the trip, is when you split up. God that's the worst feeling in the world. Probably for most other trips actually, but not when your bad trip is the result of the person you're tripping with. Ditching them is like the sun brightly dawning on your future. My post is huge, I have nothing more to say, so I will stop now.