Hi everyone

I ended up having a lot of fun in the festival. Met some cool people, saw great bands, got high and danced, and laughed, and camped in a beautiful place next to a river under a nice weather.
However, I tripped on my second night there, and I kind of had a difficult trip. For the most part I was feeling great, but then at some point after midnight I guess I started feeling tired and my headspace became "foggy". By the end of the night I started getting some weird though-loops. I wasn't actually feeling anxious at all, but I started questioning a lot of what's going on in my life right now. Maybe if I just chatted with someone it would have helped me ground myself a bit, but the headspace I was in made me feel a little bit anti-social, so I avoided the people I had met there because I wasn't feeling like engaging in conversation with people I barely knew. At some point I just decided to go to sleep and took some Etizolam. I had already been tripping for 11 hours so it felt like the right thing to do.
The day after I was feeling fine, headed home relatively early, and met a pretty nice girl on the way back home, we talked the whole way back and had a really pleasant conversation that made the ride a lot more enjoyable.
So I wouldn't say I had a "bad trip", had a great time most of the night and was feeling in a good mood the day after. But I wasn't expecting to get this puzzling questions thrown at me. I guess that's the thing with psychedelics, they are always a little bit unpredictable. I'm glad I'm experienced enough with acid to not have let that ruined my night entirely. But now I can't shake the feeling that some of the things that manifested to myself during that trip are important and I need to address them. I got this recurring thought-loop that I'm living in a contradiction, that I want some things in my life to move forward but I keep attaching myself to stuff that will keep me rooted and stable and content, but not moving in the direction my will really wants to push me towards. Man, it's been pretty intense. It felt close to those first "life changing" trips, but without the magical wonder of recently discovering psychedelics. It felt more like a harsh truth being forced down my throat. A rough teaching. I don't know. I'm feeling a little bit confused. I guess I feel grateful for being able to experience what I experienced, and be able to learn about myself in the way I learned about myself, and more than other times I also feel compeled to actually do something about it. It's just that I now feel the burden of this responsibility, and I wasn't really expecting being confronted with all of this at the time it happened.
But yeah, that is LSD for ya. Pretty intense experience. Besides that, it was a pretty fun weekend. Now I'm having a break at work and still feeling tired, surviving with the aid of caffeine.
Wishing everyone else a nice week !