infectedmushroom
Bluelighter
The afternoon had just gotten better when a friend called me and suggested I go straight from college to meet him to see a local DJ play with the promise of some pills and beers. Really wanting to blow off steam from the last few days, I immediately agreed.
For the sake of the story i'll call him A. So I met A at about 4 in the afternoon at a university bar with a fairly well known venue to the side where the gig was taking place. We sort of milled around for a while and he introduced me to a few people. The first thing I noticed was how much friendlier the people he knew were, opposed to the people I was meeting at my university. I quickly felt comfortable around his friends, something which is rare for me in meeting new people no matter how much of a good mood i'm in (i'm pretty anti-social.) I didn't realize at first how much this would positively affect my set and setting later on in my trip.
Anyway, I was very enthusiastic to eat atleast one pill as soon as I could get it, because I dislike the common youth practice to take ecstasy only once a band comes on (meaning you miss a considerable amount of the show just coming up!) So A and I are relaxing drinking a few beers and getting to know people, waiting to get a call from A's friend M about the pills. A then told me to join in him in walking around and meeting people because he's a very friendly person and loves to meet new people. We strolled over to a table with a girl sitting by herself. I didn't think much of her initially looks wise, i'll be honest, but she would end up shaping my night so massively when I think back I almost think of her as a mystical being, put there so she could teach me, and I could teach her in return; like we were meant to meet on this night. I don't consider myself fatalistic either. More on that later though.
Her name was F, and as A introduced us, I sat down to have a chat with her as he went off to get more beer. I was immediately entranced by her, and didn't realize it clearly at the time. Before this night i'd spent the past month or two in a state of ambivalence, boredom, and overall pessimism. It is only now as I write this a few days later that I realize the impact she and A made on me from this trip. She had crazy hair, like a scientist, and crazy eyes, like someone constantly in the present so deeply they sort of appear nuts; but also, a beautiful face and a calming beautiful smile, a amazingly sharp and witty mind, and I knew she was weird, and different, and strange, but I felt a pull towards her for some reason. Not knowing that I was feeling this at the time yet, A came back, we downed another beer each, and went of to meet M, to acquire our pills.
M was interesting from the outset. We met him, his girlfriend and his other friend around next to the university green where they were drinking cask wine in the open at 5 pm, rolling their heads off. We sat down at their table and introduced ourselves, me not realizing they were munted. He passed us the little baggy with three white pills. Being hesitant of street pills, I asked him if they were good, he simply said yes. I should have realized coming from a munted person that was the gold seal of approval and nothing more needed to be said, but instead a part of me was dubious as to their quality. I would definitely be proven wrong.
So A and I wandered back to the uni bar and decided to continue drinking. By now the table that F was sitting at was full of people, so A and I squeezed in and just enjoyed conversation for a while. I turned to F, and there must of been a look on my face. "You look like on of those really sturdy people that doesn't talk much. Just smile dude." Normally I hate being told to smile by strangers. I have that sort of face. But when she said it, everything stopped in my head. I wasn't irritated at all, I felt good about myself, and so I let out a genuine smile to her. She smiled back and I held her gaze. We continued talking for a while about trivial things, and what I loved was, she seemingly shared my disdain for talking about trivial things! She actually, like me, didn't enjoy small talk and didn't pretend to! Wow, this girl was great.
It was now around 530, and I decided to take my first pill. I swallowed it with a mouthful of beer. It should be noted I hadn't eaten since about two that day and would continue this night on an empty stomach. I began talking to F on my come up. She gently nudged and broke down my outer shell with her bizzare questions, so by the time we were walking to the computer labs to check facebook and the like, I was really rolling quite hard. And it was a little strange in retrospect spending the first part of the peak in a university computer lab. But I was loving it nonetheless.
So much happened in this night but I've realized i've rambled for a while and haven't even gotten to the mystical part of the story. So, fastforwarding through roughly two hours of blissful dreamlike walking, talking and socializing, I start coming down. It is a gentle comedown but I am definitely over the peak. At this time, I am given a blessing. Another free pill to eat with my friends A and F who only dropped their first ones an hour previously! I take my send at roughly 930 (T+4.00.)
We go in to dance at about 10. I am feeling the hightened connectivity to the deep bass sounds of the Dj, and lowered social inhibitions, causing me to dance feeling absolutely free. I notice F, and for a geeky looking girl, man can she move. She is dancing with A. It should be said that A has liked this girl for a while, probably seeing the same weirdness of her as I do, and this complicate things a little bit, but I knew to stand back because he is my good mate, and he deserves to have a good go at her. She told me she likes him as well.
This is where the trip gets intense. We dance for a while, and we walk out at about 1030 to smoke some cigarettes. By now, I am fucking floating on a cloud so much higher than nine, it is ridiculous. A and F are EXACTLY where I am, as if we had taken the same elevator together up a 10,000 story building and were climbing steadily to the top. The vibrations between the three of us are perfect. I have done a little reading into Chakras, and it was as if EVERYTHING was in perfect balance, allowing the pure force of love to push through into everything we did, said, and felt, and all of us could sense eachother with superhuman power. With everything I say to F, I feel my heart bounce in joy, and my stomach turn. I'm telling myself to not do or say anything to forward though, knowing how intoxicated we all are but especially knowing A's feelings for her.
At this point I play the role of cupid a little. I know that A has a complicated life, with split parents, self esteem issues, and the like. He is my good friend, I think, and I really should put in a good word for him, because he deserves happiness, and I really felt that so did F. F claimed to be bi-polar, fucked up, and apparently crazy. I did not see a crazy person though. Even though I just met her, I saw a beautiful person who was not crazy, but just different, and deserved to be free and happy. So I told her, "look, A is my good mate, and he's a top guy. He's intelligent, caring, and genuine." "Sure," she said, "but he's also young, and my ex boyfriend still has feelings for me. But I like him." Her saying that made me feel warm inside my chest.
Needless to say, they wandered off not much later to get a new pack of cigarettes as I relaxed in the bar with some other people. I called A to see where he was, and he said making out with F at the petrol station across the road. I felt I initiated that and it gave me so much satisfaction to play the role of cupid. I could just be delusional in thinking I could mould the course of love but nonetheless I felt great about it.
They came back and I met them outside the bar and we wandered to a quiet sitting area overlooking the main drag of the university where we chain smoked cigarettes and talked. I was rolling so ridiculously hard that lying down on concrete felt good. I was still captivated by F; the way she walked, the way her voice, and her eyes while we were rolling met mine, and like honey, when she spoke, I felt everything and understood everything and loved everything. I was at peace.
We then left about half an hour later, in a taxi. On the taxi ride we all squeezed into the back. Being so close to the two felt amazing. We were on our way to pick up some strong buds for the comedown. F doesn't smoke, because she claimed she gets extreme psychotic episodes when even smelling weed, but for some strange reason came along. Sitting in the peaceful street of my bud friend, who i'll call D, we had a group cuddle session on the grass. I wanted to lie there forever.
D came out, we smoked a spliff, and he gave us a gram to have for the next day, showing us uber love. We were still all rolling when we made our walk to another petrol station close by to buy more cigarettes. The ganja definitely settled the roll down a little, but not unpleasently.
Damn, so much more to say! But this report is already so much beyond TL;DR I have to wrap it up. Looking back on this two days later, my life has changed. Undoubtedly. I feel alive again, and peaceful in the knowledge that the force of love is definitely a reason to keep going in this life. I am absolutely fascinated with this girl, but am letting her and A's relationship run it's course, with neither the desire it breaks up or the desires it succeeds so much; but I feel like everyone deserves and needs happiness, freedom and love, and I wish, if there was one thing I could say to F, if I never see her again, it's that she is a beautiful person, and deserves to have someone love her every day of her life.
Maybe it was just the drugs talking, but I have never felt like that about anyone before, and I wanted to tell her so badly, but thought it was a little innapropriate due to the fact we had just met.
Anyway, thank you for reading, peace and love to all.
For the sake of the story i'll call him A. So I met A at about 4 in the afternoon at a university bar with a fairly well known venue to the side where the gig was taking place. We sort of milled around for a while and he introduced me to a few people. The first thing I noticed was how much friendlier the people he knew were, opposed to the people I was meeting at my university. I quickly felt comfortable around his friends, something which is rare for me in meeting new people no matter how much of a good mood i'm in (i'm pretty anti-social.) I didn't realize at first how much this would positively affect my set and setting later on in my trip.
Anyway, I was very enthusiastic to eat atleast one pill as soon as I could get it, because I dislike the common youth practice to take ecstasy only once a band comes on (meaning you miss a considerable amount of the show just coming up!) So A and I are relaxing drinking a few beers and getting to know people, waiting to get a call from A's friend M about the pills. A then told me to join in him in walking around and meeting people because he's a very friendly person and loves to meet new people. We strolled over to a table with a girl sitting by herself. I didn't think much of her initially looks wise, i'll be honest, but she would end up shaping my night so massively when I think back I almost think of her as a mystical being, put there so she could teach me, and I could teach her in return; like we were meant to meet on this night. I don't consider myself fatalistic either. More on that later though.
Her name was F, and as A introduced us, I sat down to have a chat with her as he went off to get more beer. I was immediately entranced by her, and didn't realize it clearly at the time. Before this night i'd spent the past month or two in a state of ambivalence, boredom, and overall pessimism. It is only now as I write this a few days later that I realize the impact she and A made on me from this trip. She had crazy hair, like a scientist, and crazy eyes, like someone constantly in the present so deeply they sort of appear nuts; but also, a beautiful face and a calming beautiful smile, a amazingly sharp and witty mind, and I knew she was weird, and different, and strange, but I felt a pull towards her for some reason. Not knowing that I was feeling this at the time yet, A came back, we downed another beer each, and went of to meet M, to acquire our pills.
M was interesting from the outset. We met him, his girlfriend and his other friend around next to the university green where they were drinking cask wine in the open at 5 pm, rolling their heads off. We sat down at their table and introduced ourselves, me not realizing they were munted. He passed us the little baggy with three white pills. Being hesitant of street pills, I asked him if they were good, he simply said yes. I should have realized coming from a munted person that was the gold seal of approval and nothing more needed to be said, but instead a part of me was dubious as to their quality. I would definitely be proven wrong.
So A and I wandered back to the uni bar and decided to continue drinking. By now the table that F was sitting at was full of people, so A and I squeezed in and just enjoyed conversation for a while. I turned to F, and there must of been a look on my face. "You look like on of those really sturdy people that doesn't talk much. Just smile dude." Normally I hate being told to smile by strangers. I have that sort of face. But when she said it, everything stopped in my head. I wasn't irritated at all, I felt good about myself, and so I let out a genuine smile to her. She smiled back and I held her gaze. We continued talking for a while about trivial things, and what I loved was, she seemingly shared my disdain for talking about trivial things! She actually, like me, didn't enjoy small talk and didn't pretend to! Wow, this girl was great.
It was now around 530, and I decided to take my first pill. I swallowed it with a mouthful of beer. It should be noted I hadn't eaten since about two that day and would continue this night on an empty stomach. I began talking to F on my come up. She gently nudged and broke down my outer shell with her bizzare questions, so by the time we were walking to the computer labs to check facebook and the like, I was really rolling quite hard. And it was a little strange in retrospect spending the first part of the peak in a university computer lab. But I was loving it nonetheless.
So much happened in this night but I've realized i've rambled for a while and haven't even gotten to the mystical part of the story. So, fastforwarding through roughly two hours of blissful dreamlike walking, talking and socializing, I start coming down. It is a gentle comedown but I am definitely over the peak. At this time, I am given a blessing. Another free pill to eat with my friends A and F who only dropped their first ones an hour previously! I take my send at roughly 930 (T+4.00.)
We go in to dance at about 10. I am feeling the hightened connectivity to the deep bass sounds of the Dj, and lowered social inhibitions, causing me to dance feeling absolutely free. I notice F, and for a geeky looking girl, man can she move. She is dancing with A. It should be said that A has liked this girl for a while, probably seeing the same weirdness of her as I do, and this complicate things a little bit, but I knew to stand back because he is my good mate, and he deserves to have a good go at her. She told me she likes him as well.
This is where the trip gets intense. We dance for a while, and we walk out at about 1030 to smoke some cigarettes. By now, I am fucking floating on a cloud so much higher than nine, it is ridiculous. A and F are EXACTLY where I am, as if we had taken the same elevator together up a 10,000 story building and were climbing steadily to the top. The vibrations between the three of us are perfect. I have done a little reading into Chakras, and it was as if EVERYTHING was in perfect balance, allowing the pure force of love to push through into everything we did, said, and felt, and all of us could sense eachother with superhuman power. With everything I say to F, I feel my heart bounce in joy, and my stomach turn. I'm telling myself to not do or say anything to forward though, knowing how intoxicated we all are but especially knowing A's feelings for her.
At this point I play the role of cupid a little. I know that A has a complicated life, with split parents, self esteem issues, and the like. He is my good friend, I think, and I really should put in a good word for him, because he deserves happiness, and I really felt that so did F. F claimed to be bi-polar, fucked up, and apparently crazy. I did not see a crazy person though. Even though I just met her, I saw a beautiful person who was not crazy, but just different, and deserved to be free and happy. So I told her, "look, A is my good mate, and he's a top guy. He's intelligent, caring, and genuine." "Sure," she said, "but he's also young, and my ex boyfriend still has feelings for me. But I like him." Her saying that made me feel warm inside my chest.
Needless to say, they wandered off not much later to get a new pack of cigarettes as I relaxed in the bar with some other people. I called A to see where he was, and he said making out with F at the petrol station across the road. I felt I initiated that and it gave me so much satisfaction to play the role of cupid. I could just be delusional in thinking I could mould the course of love but nonetheless I felt great about it.
They came back and I met them outside the bar and we wandered to a quiet sitting area overlooking the main drag of the university where we chain smoked cigarettes and talked. I was rolling so ridiculously hard that lying down on concrete felt good. I was still captivated by F; the way she walked, the way her voice, and her eyes while we were rolling met mine, and like honey, when she spoke, I felt everything and understood everything and loved everything. I was at peace.
We then left about half an hour later, in a taxi. On the taxi ride we all squeezed into the back. Being so close to the two felt amazing. We were on our way to pick up some strong buds for the comedown. F doesn't smoke, because she claimed she gets extreme psychotic episodes when even smelling weed, but for some strange reason came along. Sitting in the peaceful street of my bud friend, who i'll call D, we had a group cuddle session on the grass. I wanted to lie there forever.
D came out, we smoked a spliff, and he gave us a gram to have for the next day, showing us uber love. We were still all rolling when we made our walk to another petrol station close by to buy more cigarettes. The ganja definitely settled the roll down a little, but not unpleasently.
Damn, so much more to say! But this report is already so much beyond TL;DR I have to wrap it up. Looking back on this two days later, my life has changed. Undoubtedly. I feel alive again, and peaceful in the knowledge that the force of love is definitely a reason to keep going in this life. I am absolutely fascinated with this girl, but am letting her and A's relationship run it's course, with neither the desire it breaks up or the desires it succeeds so much; but I feel like everyone deserves and needs happiness, freedom and love, and I wish, if there was one thing I could say to F, if I never see her again, it's that she is a beautiful person, and deserves to have someone love her every day of her life.
Maybe it was just the drugs talking, but I have never felt like that about anyone before, and I wanted to tell her so badly, but thought it was a little innapropriate due to the fact we had just met.
Anyway, thank you for reading, peace and love to all.
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i still have a massive affection over a girl i first met at a rave who shared half a ballistic pink question mark with me, that were a good half pill haha! some things are never meant to be, but whenever i trip, she is always the one that keeps me in a happy place when i see her face! 
