melquiades
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I tripped with one other person (with my close friend as a sitter/driver). We ended up going to a strip club (not my idea... lol, and I had never been before, so I was a bit nervous about it).
I had started my trip with an attempt to nap (I had only had 5 hours of sleep the night before) but I think it just made my whole nap extremely sleepy. I almost felt like I was passing out at the strip club. Which I felt bad about.
Both B & K both got private dances, but I resisted... and I feel that the strippers knew that I hadn't had a dance, which was why they kept on coming over and talking to me more than they bothered B & K. I was kind of uncomfortable with out... although getting titties rubbed in your face when you're tripping on shrooms is AMAZING.
The dark, the flashing lights, the extroverted,grubbing-for-money strippers, and music too loud to have a conversation in all made me uncomfortable and not have a great time. But I was still getting great visuals, and still felt good, laughing, and body high.
When we left I admitted I had been kinda uncomfortable (it had been pretty obvious) and B & K got it into their head that I was having a bad trip. Before that night B had only ever known me as the quiet, polite, intelligent, straightforward IT guy.
When we got back to K's house I would go from jumping around to filthy dubstep to laying curled up on the couch with my blanket. I dunno, I guess I was acting weird, and I had been so tired during the whole night that I really did just want to pass out.
I was acting weird when we got back to K's house, but K knew that "weird" is normal on shrooms. B was acting like a fucking noob, he was awkwardly standing in the middle of the room and watching things. lol, obviously very fucked up. I tried to tell him to sit down but he didn't really understand me. (When I'm sitting down I hate it when people are standing.)
B started to ask me if I was okay when I was closing my eyes and wrapped up in my blanket. "Yeah I'm fine." but he kept on asking later, and his eyes told me that he didn't really believe me. At one point he tried to wake me up (he thought I was going to pass out and that would be bad)?
We talked about the experience more and K also thought I was having a more difficult time than I had been. It was pretty annoying- I didn't have much anxiety there, I was just so tired that I was fighting to stay awake and act proper!
K offered me some valium ("No thanks.") and then he said, "Yeah, it's better to work through the difficult trips, you can be the psychedelic conquerer!"
(The imagery of a psychedelic conquerer is awesome. I imagined some spanish conquistador in pulsing tie-dye armor.)
So. The topic. How do you convince people that you're fine when they have it in their head that you're having a bad trip?
I feel like K & I should have just explained more to B before he tripped, explained they were totally safe and that K & I are very experienced.
I also feel that this is another example why the question "Are you okay?" should not be asked of tripping people.
More backstory if you're curious:
I had started my trip with an attempt to nap (I had only had 5 hours of sleep the night before) but I think it just made my whole nap extremely sleepy. I almost felt like I was passing out at the strip club. Which I felt bad about.
Both B & K both got private dances, but I resisted... and I feel that the strippers knew that I hadn't had a dance, which was why they kept on coming over and talking to me more than they bothered B & K. I was kind of uncomfortable with out... although getting titties rubbed in your face when you're tripping on shrooms is AMAZING.
The dark, the flashing lights, the extroverted,grubbing-for-money strippers, and music too loud to have a conversation in all made me uncomfortable and not have a great time. But I was still getting great visuals, and still felt good, laughing, and body high.
When we left I admitted I had been kinda uncomfortable (it had been pretty obvious) and B & K got it into their head that I was having a bad trip. Before that night B had only ever known me as the quiet, polite, intelligent, straightforward IT guy.
When we got back to K's house I would go from jumping around to filthy dubstep to laying curled up on the couch with my blanket. I dunno, I guess I was acting weird, and I had been so tired during the whole night that I really did just want to pass out.
I was acting weird when we got back to K's house, but K knew that "weird" is normal on shrooms. B was acting like a fucking noob, he was awkwardly standing in the middle of the room and watching things. lol, obviously very fucked up. I tried to tell him to sit down but he didn't really understand me. (When I'm sitting down I hate it when people are standing.)
B started to ask me if I was okay when I was closing my eyes and wrapped up in my blanket. "Yeah I'm fine." but he kept on asking later, and his eyes told me that he didn't really believe me. At one point he tried to wake me up (he thought I was going to pass out and that would be bad)?
We talked about the experience more and K also thought I was having a more difficult time than I had been. It was pretty annoying- I didn't have much anxiety there, I was just so tired that I was fighting to stay awake and act proper!
K offered me some valium ("No thanks.") and then he said, "Yeah, it's better to work through the difficult trips, you can be the psychedelic conquerer!"
(The imagery of a psychedelic conquerer is awesome. I imagined some spanish conquistador in pulsing tie-dye armor.)
So. The topic. How do you convince people that you're fine when they have it in their head that you're having a bad trip?
I feel like K & I should have just explained more to B before he tripped, explained they were totally safe and that K & I are very experienced.
I also feel that this is another example why the question "Are you okay?" should not be asked of tripping people.
More backstory if you're curious:
NSFW:
Friday night I hung out with my friend K and my coworker B. We tried to go to a rave, but alas no one had paid to go in yet so it was getting canceled. We go back home, figure out what to do. K says that B & I should have a shroom chocolate now, and that he can drive us whereever we decide to go, if we do go anywhere.
I take my shroom chocolate, but I'm really tired (woke up at 5am with 5hours of sleep, I took the chocolate at 10-11pm-ish), so I try to take a nap before it kicks in. I curl up on the couch and I can already start feeling it kick in.
Coworker B is a stoner, and had never had psychedelics before. He had gotten dumped by his live-in girlfriend of two years on Monday, so he was feeling down. And wanted some girls. So, while I was laying on the couch, they decided that we were going to go to a strip club.
Me: "Wait, where are we going?" I've never been to a strip club, little slightly-conservative and slightly-shy me. "Ah fuck" I'm thinking. But whatever, I'll just get through it.
We're in the car and I feel the jaw & stomach tension that I always get on shrooms. B is like "I still don't feel them yet." I'm tripping by the time we're in the club. B still doesn't feel anything. K nibbles 1/4th of a chocolate.
I sit down closest to the wall, farthest away from where the strippers would be coming from, just because I'm nervous. The dark lighting and flashing lights and almost nude bodies are messing with me. (this is as far as I got before I re-wrote my post.)
I take my shroom chocolate, but I'm really tired (woke up at 5am with 5hours of sleep, I took the chocolate at 10-11pm-ish), so I try to take a nap before it kicks in. I curl up on the couch and I can already start feeling it kick in.
Coworker B is a stoner, and had never had psychedelics before. He had gotten dumped by his live-in girlfriend of two years on Monday, so he was feeling down. And wanted some girls. So, while I was laying on the couch, they decided that we were going to go to a strip club.
Me: "Wait, where are we going?" I've never been to a strip club, little slightly-conservative and slightly-shy me. "Ah fuck" I'm thinking. But whatever, I'll just get through it.
We're in the car and I feel the jaw & stomach tension that I always get on shrooms. B is like "I still don't feel them yet." I'm tripping by the time we're in the club. B still doesn't feel anything. K nibbles 1/4th of a chocolate.
I sit down closest to the wall, farthest away from where the strippers would be coming from, just because I'm nervous. The dark lighting and flashing lights and almost nude bodies are messing with me. (this is as far as I got before I re-wrote my post.)
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