AffaAhoy
Bluelight Crew
- Joined
- Aug 11, 2022
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I took a large line of ket on the bus and had no idea where I was or who I was when I got off. I ended up asking a stranger for help. He walked me home and supported me the whole way. He spoke broken English. He was from Ukraine and had been shot in the face, so he only had one eye.
I was floating in some kind of void, where time didn’t make sense. I didn’t remember who I was, what I had done, or what it meant to exist. Everything around me was just a mess, like a fog with no way out. None of my thoughts connected, except one: I had done something really bad.
That feeling sat deep inside me, even though I couldn’t remember what had happened. It felt like everything around me was falling apart, like I was being dragged deeper into a darkness where nothing felt familiar. I had no body, no senses. Just my thoughts, repeating again and again: I am lost. Who am I?
After a while, I started to hear my own voice. First, from far away, like someone else was saying, ‘Who am I?’ But slowly, I realized it was me. I kept saying it over and over, as if it would bring me back to reality.
Then, just at the edge of my vision—if you can call it that—I saw a small face. It slowly became larger and clearer. It was a friend, someone I knew, but couldn’t quite place. He was speaking to me, trying to pull me back.
Beside him, another face appeared, softer and more comforting. A woman with a calm voice, telling me that everything was going to be okay. The two of them became like an anchor, slowly pulling me out of the chaos, bit by bit.
The moral here is probably to think a little about time and place before you take something unknown, because sometimes the substance is stronger than you think, and suddenly you find yourself asking a one-eyed Ukrainian for directions home. So, next time: maybe save the experiments for a safer place than the bus. It’s stupid to give in to temptation and end up like that. I scared the people I met, and the whole thing could have gone much worse. Definitely a wake-up call for myself...
I was floating in some kind of void, where time didn’t make sense. I didn’t remember who I was, what I had done, or what it meant to exist. Everything around me was just a mess, like a fog with no way out. None of my thoughts connected, except one: I had done something really bad.
That feeling sat deep inside me, even though I couldn’t remember what had happened. It felt like everything around me was falling apart, like I was being dragged deeper into a darkness where nothing felt familiar. I had no body, no senses. Just my thoughts, repeating again and again: I am lost. Who am I?
After a while, I started to hear my own voice. First, from far away, like someone else was saying, ‘Who am I?’ But slowly, I realized it was me. I kept saying it over and over, as if it would bring me back to reality.
Then, just at the edge of my vision—if you can call it that—I saw a small face. It slowly became larger and clearer. It was a friend, someone I knew, but couldn’t quite place. He was speaking to me, trying to pull me back.
Beside him, another face appeared, softer and more comforting. A woman with a calm voice, telling me that everything was going to be okay. The two of them became like an anchor, slowly pulling me out of the chaos, bit by bit.
The moral here is probably to think a little about time and place before you take something unknown, because sometimes the substance is stronger than you think, and suddenly you find yourself asking a one-eyed Ukrainian for directions home. So, next time: maybe save the experiments for a safer place than the bus. It’s stupid to give in to temptation and end up like that. I scared the people I met, and the whole thing could have gone much worse. Definitely a wake-up call for myself...
. Pun intended
WTF. That MXE not only holes you but keeps you up, lucid and reasonable.