Oh man.
Made a serious mistake on NYE. Went to a party with a friend; she was the only person I knew there. These people were fantastic trippers. Very nice people, great attitudes towards life, kinda geeky - the kind of crowd I could really click with.
And then, I blew it.
I made my classic mistake of panicking and talking about myself "just to keep the conversation going" while others were simply processing what was said. I have trouble feeling comfortable during silences, so this has been afflicting me quite a bit lately.
I came across as egotistical, immature and self-serving. And by my actions I am known.
So now,
- My friend thinks I'm horrible
- These new people who I would have loved to get along with think I'm horrible
- I've realised that I've made this same mistake with my regular tripping companions, and
- I feel completely abandoned
I feel as if I took every one of my friendships and threw them into a fire. I failed to value the life I had built for myself, and now I find that without it, I am nothing.
I wish things could go back to the way they were. I wish I hadn't made that mistake. I wish I had put any sort of effort whatsoever into deciding what kind of person I want to be, and being able to show others who I am.
I have failed at this task, but there is still hope.
There has to be...
A few thoughts:
-If you don't really know these people, then perhaps you needn't worry about their
possible opinions.
-Everyone talks shit, at some time or another. I've seen friends suddenly transform into really weird, methed up shit talkers, and just gone "Oh okay, they are high..."
-Silence can be difficult. For anyone. You might find that these 'relaxed, introspective' types are now thinking "Fuck, why couldn't I just have SAID that thing....RawEvil was so sociable, damn....".
If you're concerned about being immature or self-serving; and thusly writing off a whole group of humans because of your actions when you were high/fucked; the only immature thing you are doing is making all these assumptions and focusing on how YOU appeared to these strangers. Fuck it, life is too short to worry about inconsequential weirdness.
Thing is, you can never know what type of person you are. Everything changes always, including your own self. I used to feel the need to identify myself as a certain person- when in my early teens, it was a graffitti and punch on hooligan, late teens as a raver, early twenties as a sort of chilled out hippy- now I just identify as someone who is always changing into someone else. Collateral damage on the way equals lost friends, but if you truly LOSE a friend, they may very well have NOT been a friend in the first place.
Just be yourself, whatever that is; generally, its you, right now, doing whatever you, right now, doing.
Be at peace
I mean, on NYE I was absolutely trashed, tripping LSD/MDMA/Ketamine, and probably came across to some people as much too full on, but I played the will o' wisp and floated all over the party, never really sticking with anyone but Miss Willow.
Incidentalkly, it was one of the best psytrance parties I've been too
Peace!!
