StrangeLilCritter
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Jan 30, 2016
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Hello,
Who in the heck would start an introduction with the word "Comfortable"? What would cause me to use that exact term?
In the brief time I have been here, from lurking around, I've discovered LOTS of people who share in one of my favorite hobbies: tripping the light fantastic. Saturday nights where the music is so loud you are pretty sure you can feel your bone marrow shifting but you still can't wipe the shit eating grin from your face. People discussing cocktails and combinations some of which I know to be delightful. It's very easy to find yourself comfortable with a group when you know precisely what someone is talking about. Not a lot of questions, just the realization you aren't the only person to ever get into an argument with the universe and had your ass kicked by it.
What brought me here was something that happened in July of 2015. A random encounter with a co-worker lead to another random encounter: Molly. I had always wanted to try it but never could locate it so of course I bit. I ate one point and didn't feel anything. I walked into the bathroom, snorted another point, and threw myself in the shower to get moisture to my nose. They both hit within 5 minutes. The world sort of expanding, but not in the "everything is starting to melt" sense. Different. Unique. I was in love. I have done many of different things (ever feel it's easier to tell people what you haven't done instead of what you've done?) but this was unique. I bought more that weekend and enjoyed myself immensely. My Lady and I took some and went to a rave. I've never actually danced with anyone. That night I didn't have an option- the Lady took me on a dance floor. For 4 hours. I paid for it immensely but dear Gods it was worth it!
I've had a few encounters since then and they've all been pleasant. My encounter also rekindled an interest in psychedelics I haven't dealt with in 20 years. For the last 20 it's been pills and booze, but the pills are hard to come by and the booze isn't good for me overall and I think I would get more therapeutic value out of psychedelic oriented chemicals that pharmaceuticals. Oddly enough, for as long as I used the pills I've never smoked them or shot them. Started dealing with overdoses of good friends when I was still in high school and it just escalated afterwards. Needles have zero appeal to me...thankfully. I could've been on one helluva bender!
As for me, I like my books, movies, music, food, and bubble baths to classical. I have various interests so I might pop up here and there in a random discussion. And I gather many of decent discussions will be had here. You tend to talk when you are comfortable with the people you are hanging out with.
It's nice to meet you all.
Who in the heck would start an introduction with the word "Comfortable"? What would cause me to use that exact term?
In the brief time I have been here, from lurking around, I've discovered LOTS of people who share in one of my favorite hobbies: tripping the light fantastic. Saturday nights where the music is so loud you are pretty sure you can feel your bone marrow shifting but you still can't wipe the shit eating grin from your face. People discussing cocktails and combinations some of which I know to be delightful. It's very easy to find yourself comfortable with a group when you know precisely what someone is talking about. Not a lot of questions, just the realization you aren't the only person to ever get into an argument with the universe and had your ass kicked by it.
What brought me here was something that happened in July of 2015. A random encounter with a co-worker lead to another random encounter: Molly. I had always wanted to try it but never could locate it so of course I bit. I ate one point and didn't feel anything. I walked into the bathroom, snorted another point, and threw myself in the shower to get moisture to my nose. They both hit within 5 minutes. The world sort of expanding, but not in the "everything is starting to melt" sense. Different. Unique. I was in love. I have done many of different things (ever feel it's easier to tell people what you haven't done instead of what you've done?) but this was unique. I bought more that weekend and enjoyed myself immensely. My Lady and I took some and went to a rave. I've never actually danced with anyone. That night I didn't have an option- the Lady took me on a dance floor. For 4 hours. I paid for it immensely but dear Gods it was worth it!
I've had a few encounters since then and they've all been pleasant. My encounter also rekindled an interest in psychedelics I haven't dealt with in 20 years. For the last 20 it's been pills and booze, but the pills are hard to come by and the booze isn't good for me overall and I think I would get more therapeutic value out of psychedelic oriented chemicals that pharmaceuticals. Oddly enough, for as long as I used the pills I've never smoked them or shot them. Started dealing with overdoses of good friends when I was still in high school and it just escalated afterwards. Needles have zero appeal to me...thankfully. I could've been on one helluva bender!
As for me, I like my books, movies, music, food, and bubble baths to classical. I have various interests so I might pop up here and there in a random discussion. And I gather many of decent discussions will be had here. You tend to talk when you are comfortable with the people you are hanging out with.
It's nice to meet you all.
