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A very close friend and I each took a hit of acid at about 10 in the morning. We played Pokemon Snap on the Nintendo 64, waiting for the trip to start. After what I estimate was about 40 minutes or so, we both began to feel strange. Lying on my bed, we shut our eyes, listening to the compilation CD by Isis and Aereogramme (which gradually began to sound increasingly pretty). Each note gained a new sense of clarity and I felt more aware of the patterns in the music.
I began to ponder over the transience of our thoughts and emotions, and how often we rely on selfish impulses to make our decisions. I thought about how there are multiple interpretations of ourselves existing in the minds of all of those we encounter, and how each of these people we know define and categorize us differently (to some we are a friend, a daughter, an enemy, a student). I realized that we leave different impressions upon people, and that our personalities are equally subjective for we display different traits and qualities depending on the situation and the people therein I found this strange, that there were various versions of ourselves existing within people's memories - I wondered which of these was the truest impression, or if they each held their own intrinsic value.
I needed to pee - I got up and went to the toilet. I remember being enthralled by my reflection in the mirror. I took immense pleasure in observing the morphing and movement of my face in the glass.
From there, my friend and I went outside. The sun felt gloriously warm against my skin. He lay on the trampoline while I opted to sit beneath the shade of a tree. I noticed the grass rippling and forming patterns. Most beautiful of all were the trees around my house - I stared at them as they swayed and flowed as though they were silk, and their leaves formed strangely symmetrical patterns. I felt so intensely happy and so overwhelmed by the beauty of it all. This house, where I was born and had grown up, felt incredibly significant. I thought of leaving this place, and of the different stages in my life, like a caterpillar moving through the various stages of its metamorphosis.
Crying was the strangest sensation - I only really became aware of it when I wailed and felt the warm tears streaming down my face.
My friend, who had been watching the grass around me rippling, looked rather concerned at my outburst - and moved from the trampoline to sit beside me on the grass. He consoled me, and hugged me, and I cried out of happiness. I laid down on the grass, my friend beside me. I watched the trees dance, and I thought about how our society is career-orientated and driven by personal ambition and selfishness. This too made me cry, as I mourned for the seeming lack of humanity in the world.
My dog was barking nearby, and after sometime, the two of us got up to move towards her. This short journey towards my dog conveyed the deepest and most profound significance to me - here was this dog, her muzzle hoary and graying with age, the same dog that I had had since I was only eight years old and she was only a puppy. And I was stroking her face, just as I had done countless times before, since my childhood to the present day. Again, I cried at the beauty of this gesture, and the symbolism that resonated within it.
We re-entered my house, and I rang my mom to tell her how much I love her. I was crying and I am sure I made precious little sense, but she was very sweet and gentle as always. I remember the conversation beginning like this:
"Hi, mom. I just want you to know that I love you."
"Why?! What's happened?"
This made me more upset - that I must so rarely show affection towards my mother that any of it resulted in suspicion and alarm. I mumbled and stuttered through a fresh swell of tears,
"Nothing. I just wanted you to know that I love you. And... it's so sad that nobody ever calls each other just to say that they love them, and only ever to tell them bad news or ask for favours."
Following this phone call, I returned to find my friend listening to the latter half of the Parentheses album by Sigur Ros. He had tears running down his face and as I sat and listened, I too cried as it was the most beautiful and deeply emotional music I have ever listened to. I felt completely immersed in the music and saturated with emotion, I felt as though the music was a vessel taking me on a journey. My friend and I hugged and swayed to the music for an interminable length of time. Our friendship, and the depth of my feelings for him, reduced me to tears.
It was such a beautiful experience for me. I feel as though I have gained a lot of wisdom and a new appreciation of life, as well as a deeper sense of connectedness to the people in my life. This is an experience I will always remember and carry with me until the end of my life.
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I began to ponder over the transience of our thoughts and emotions, and how often we rely on selfish impulses to make our decisions. I thought about how there are multiple interpretations of ourselves existing in the minds of all of those we encounter, and how each of these people we know define and categorize us differently (to some we are a friend, a daughter, an enemy, a student). I realized that we leave different impressions upon people, and that our personalities are equally subjective for we display different traits and qualities depending on the situation and the people therein I found this strange, that there were various versions of ourselves existing within people's memories - I wondered which of these was the truest impression, or if they each held their own intrinsic value.
I needed to pee - I got up and went to the toilet. I remember being enthralled by my reflection in the mirror. I took immense pleasure in observing the morphing and movement of my face in the glass.
From there, my friend and I went outside. The sun felt gloriously warm against my skin. He lay on the trampoline while I opted to sit beneath the shade of a tree. I noticed the grass rippling and forming patterns. Most beautiful of all were the trees around my house - I stared at them as they swayed and flowed as though they were silk, and their leaves formed strangely symmetrical patterns. I felt so intensely happy and so overwhelmed by the beauty of it all. This house, where I was born and had grown up, felt incredibly significant. I thought of leaving this place, and of the different stages in my life, like a caterpillar moving through the various stages of its metamorphosis.
Crying was the strangest sensation - I only really became aware of it when I wailed and felt the warm tears streaming down my face.
My friend, who had been watching the grass around me rippling, looked rather concerned at my outburst - and moved from the trampoline to sit beside me on the grass. He consoled me, and hugged me, and I cried out of happiness. I laid down on the grass, my friend beside me. I watched the trees dance, and I thought about how our society is career-orientated and driven by personal ambition and selfishness. This too made me cry, as I mourned for the seeming lack of humanity in the world.
My dog was barking nearby, and after sometime, the two of us got up to move towards her. This short journey towards my dog conveyed the deepest and most profound significance to me - here was this dog, her muzzle hoary and graying with age, the same dog that I had had since I was only eight years old and she was only a puppy. And I was stroking her face, just as I had done countless times before, since my childhood to the present day. Again, I cried at the beauty of this gesture, and the symbolism that resonated within it.
We re-entered my house, and I rang my mom to tell her how much I love her. I was crying and I am sure I made precious little sense, but she was very sweet and gentle as always. I remember the conversation beginning like this:
"Hi, mom. I just want you to know that I love you."
"Why?! What's happened?"
This made me more upset - that I must so rarely show affection towards my mother that any of it resulted in suspicion and alarm. I mumbled and stuttered through a fresh swell of tears,
"Nothing. I just wanted you to know that I love you. And... it's so sad that nobody ever calls each other just to say that they love them, and only ever to tell them bad news or ask for favours."
Following this phone call, I returned to find my friend listening to the latter half of the Parentheses album by Sigur Ros. He had tears running down his face and as I sat and listened, I too cried as it was the most beautiful and deeply emotional music I have ever listened to. I felt completely immersed in the music and saturated with emotion, I felt as though the music was a vessel taking me on a journey. My friend and I hugged and swayed to the music for an interminable length of time. Our friendship, and the depth of my feelings for him, reduced me to tears.
It was such a beautiful experience for me. I feel as though I have gained a lot of wisdom and a new appreciation of life, as well as a deeper sense of connectedness to the people in my life. This is an experience I will always remember and carry with me until the end of my life.
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Yeah, my mum is a very open-minded/relaxed sort of person. She thought I'd just been watching a sad movie, but I told her the truth and she was fine about it 
She is a wonderful mother.
