QuotidianApathy
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Last Tuesday, I received around 250mg of 2c-p. I don't have a lot of experience with psychedelics save for a few hard solo mushroom trips, but I do feel I am quite strong mentally and am not the kind of person susceptible to bad trips.
At the risk of persecution for my recklessness to spread safe and factual information, I should note that I do not own a milligram scale and eyeballed all of my doses for 2c-p. Rather than take my mg estimates as the correct weights, use them to compare between only my own trips here (when I say 5mg or 8mg, just assume the 5mg trip was 5/8ths as hard, but not necessarily 5mg)
Experiences:
In the past week of having it, I've been tripping very frequently. It's my first research chemical and I got a little bit carried away.
First trip: Insufflated a small pile of the powder (quite small); this was to be a starter dose so that next time I would have a better idea of what amount of powder would be too much, too little, or just right.
I don't think I too any more than 5mg at most. The burning from the nose is quite bad; the stinging starts soon after the powder has entered the nasal passage, and it's almost impossible to hold back tears. For around 10 minutes after snorting the drug my head feels a bit sick and unclean, but once I blow my nose this general feeling of shittiness dissipates. Threshold effects are felt within the first fifteen minutes.
The come-up felts cold and menacing. I felt like my mind space was starting off negative, so I quickly took steps to cheer myself up by asking random people on the internet to tell me it would be okay. This worked brilliantly, and the rest of the trip was completely positive, aside from a slightly nauseous and saddening come-up.
Lying on my bedroom floor, staring at the pitch dark ceiling, everything comes to life in my field of vision. Shapes and shadows morph and warp and float around and are quite beautiful. The visuals on this drug are very potent, stronger than I've had on mushrooms.
My head is in a strange place, but I wouldn't describe it as full-blown tripping. A ++ at most. The night is enjoyable, I'm in an almost euphoric mood for the duration of the trip, and I have a good time.
Second trip: Insufflated a larger pile the next day. This one was significantly larger; perhaps 8mg. Burning worse than last time; soon after snorting the drug I almost feel like I'm having an asthma attack. I take a puff of my inhaler and this feeling passes instantly. I still feel the general head shittiness I got from snorting the powder last time, and this again clears up before the trip begins.
I feel nauseous on the come-up again, and feel in more despair than the last time. The come-up is happening fast, with ++ effects rapidly onsetting within the first hour. I'm curled up in my blankets wondering if I did the right thing by tripping today, when my friend arrives unexpectedly at the door. I'm happy to see him and feel like he's grounded me in reality by ending my solitude and perhaps a bad trip was avoided.
I notice visuals are almost switch-off-able at this level; one must stare at a space without moving their eyes around too much and everything within your field of vision can start to get fucked up, with warping and rearranging and moving around. However, if you want to act normal, you can simply ignore the visuals and focus on a task and the visuals become non-existent.
I smoke some weed with my friend, but he isn't tripping and he keeps wanting to talk about how wasted he got last night, ignoring the fact that I'm tripping right in front of him. He doesn't understand the psychedelic experience and being around him makes me feel like we're not on the same wavelength, but being outside and not alone is enjoyable so the day still turned out great.
I have a lot of energy, and I'm tripping at a good level. If I need to function normally, I can put the trip at the back of my head. If I want to sit down and trip out to some visuals and thoughts, I can do that too. It's intense when you allow it to be, but hasn't taken over me, which slightly disappoints me. The blue sky and clouds are more beautiful than I've ever seen them before; they haven't been altered too visually, but my head space allows me to appreciate their majesty.
Third through Fifth trip: My friend and I dose up on more 2c-p later in the day, and when we come down, do it again, and half way through, do some more. We snort it and eat it whenever we feel like. Hanging around my friend is just completely relaxed; when he wasn't tripping I felt like we couldn't connect, but after getting on the same drug, I was content to just be around him. We mindlessly wander the streets doing nothing in particular, talking about out of the ordinary topics, admiring visuals on occasion, and accomplishing nothing while having a wonderful time doing so. Hours are spent sitting in random locations.
One amusing anecdote from this binge of 2c-p that I find partially disturbing now is the following: while both at a low ++ we were sitting on top of some trees and both began to be certain of an entity below us in the trees (we're standing on trees that form a canopy with a lower area beneath them you can't see from on top that kids like to crawl around under). We spend hours standing on the trees listening, certain that there is a kid crawling around below us at 9pm at night trying to freak us out by remaining silent while slowly getting closer and closer towards the point directly under us. We stood there for hours talking at each other, but also discussing this entity (named Elliot), saying things to the noises like "We know you're there. You think you're being all stealthy but we're just too lazy to climb down and look at you. What are you even trying to accomplish? Just come out into the open so we can see you. We're not gonna hurt you. Elliot, what is your problem, why are you even doing this? How is this fun for you? I bet you're texting your family in that house over there everything we're saying, but we're not even hiding our conversation so what's the point?".
Eventually, I thought I heard the noises slowly moving past the area beneath us and further onwards. At this point it had been about an hour and a half and I needed to see this person, even though I was absolutely sure they existed at the time. We said we wouldn't leave the trees until Elliot revealed himself, but he never came out. Eventually, we climbed under the trees and searched all through that area. There are so many sticks that sneaking away quietly would have been impossible, but we could not find a trace of him. We decided it was possible he could have been hiding in the darkness (we had only a cellphone light to light up the darkness) five feet in front of us but he wouldn't move now so we should just go home.
From my house, we stood behind a hedge for another 10 minutes staring at the tree area we were just at, hoping to catch a glimpse of this small Elliot child finally crawling out from under the trees and running home. We just wanted to see this kid to show him that he didn't out smart us and he didn't sneak up on us and we knew he was there the whole time. But we never saw anyone leave the trees, and finally agreed he must have quietly crawled out from under the trees and snuck home while we were standing on the trees, before our initial search for him.
Now sober, I am absolutely certain that this Elliot never existed, and my friend and I share an insane delusion about a kid crawling around the trees below us just to mess with out hears at 9pm. But it just doesn't add up to me; kids do not hang out on there own at nights around drugged up people (we were openly discussing our state of mind) just to 'trip them out'. We jokingly said things like "Come on Eliot, we're not gonna hurt you", but that could terrify a kid. Why would they put themselves in that situation? On that day, both my friend and I were 100% certain of Eliot's existence, but now I'm certain that he never existed. My friend still believes he could have been there, but I'm very sure it was the drug that lead to it happening. I know the story sounds far-fetched, but if you saw how our situation unfolded and we reached the conclusion that there was a kid nearby us, you would understand.
Basically, this drug allows people to connect on the same wavelength in sometimes terrifying ways. Our tolerance was starting to become a serious problem. After snorting my biggest pile yet and feeling only low to medium effects, I decided to take a short tolerance break.
Sixth Trip (+++): This was the trip we had been waiting for. We dosed up huge piles orally (13mg?) and smoked 3 joints throughout the course of our night. First we consumed the drug and smoked a joint. The weed sped up the come-up of the 2c-p and I was feeling a familiar rush of energy and psychedelic happiness after the first hour, though peak effects do not arrive until another hour.
At this point, the visuals are simply overwhelming. On prior trips, I would have to stop and focus on visuals to amplify their existence, but at this level, I could not turn off the visuals and they became the complete normal state of existence while on the trip; I was no longer even interested at staring at them because my head was so gone that the visuals became quotidian.
The conversations I have with my friend are some of the deepest ones I've ever had with him. I've had breakthrough trips on psychedelics before, but never with someone else. This time, both of us we're experiencing the same feelings, and our thoughts were connected on a level I did not think possible with another human being.
I could distinctly tell the fluctuations of the high; we were smoking weed, but after a blaze, I could feel our connection be temporarily corrupted by the weed. We didn't talk as much during the hour following a blaze, tripping more internally, while when the 2c-p high was more in charge, we could socialise freely.
Shulgin talked about 2c-p in Tihkal and mentioned the possibility for some kind of psychedelic mental play that could happen with 2c-p and others. Now I understand what he meant; when tripping with someone else on this stuff at high doses you feel so intertwined with the person's mind and if you were not with a trusted close friend, things could turn menacing or sinister.
Hours were spent enjoying music, visuals, and some of the most psychedelic conversational topics I've ever shared with another human being, and we completely understood each other. There was no negative vibes or anything, it was just an insane tripped out bliss. Even though we were tripping hard, because we were tripping together, we stayed connected to reality. Now I see why people say tripping with other people beats tripping alone, it just feels so much more profound.
There was a very pleasant body effect with no nausea from administering the drug orally. Some erotic effect, but I did not have a chance to explore this in-depth because I was with a platonic friend.
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Summary:
2c-p is a very social psychadelic. If you are going to trip alone, I recommend smoking weed. If you are going to trip with others, I recommend holding off on the bud. The visuals are intense, but try not to make the visuals the main event of the trip; when you're tripping hard and you finally reach that level of tripping you knew you were looking for but couldn't picture 'til it actually happened, the visuals become just a background thing.
2c-p can be unnerving if you're alone, but just talk to someone on the internet on through a phone if you feel yourself going into a bad trip. The mental effects were very satisfying and it definitely is what I would consider to be a true psychedelic research chemical.
At the risk of persecution for my recklessness to spread safe and factual information, I should note that I do not own a milligram scale and eyeballed all of my doses for 2c-p. Rather than take my mg estimates as the correct weights, use them to compare between only my own trips here (when I say 5mg or 8mg, just assume the 5mg trip was 5/8ths as hard, but not necessarily 5mg)
Experiences:
In the past week of having it, I've been tripping very frequently. It's my first research chemical and I got a little bit carried away.
First trip: Insufflated a small pile of the powder (quite small); this was to be a starter dose so that next time I would have a better idea of what amount of powder would be too much, too little, or just right.
I don't think I too any more than 5mg at most. The burning from the nose is quite bad; the stinging starts soon after the powder has entered the nasal passage, and it's almost impossible to hold back tears. For around 10 minutes after snorting the drug my head feels a bit sick and unclean, but once I blow my nose this general feeling of shittiness dissipates. Threshold effects are felt within the first fifteen minutes.
The come-up felts cold and menacing. I felt like my mind space was starting off negative, so I quickly took steps to cheer myself up by asking random people on the internet to tell me it would be okay. This worked brilliantly, and the rest of the trip was completely positive, aside from a slightly nauseous and saddening come-up.
Lying on my bedroom floor, staring at the pitch dark ceiling, everything comes to life in my field of vision. Shapes and shadows morph and warp and float around and are quite beautiful. The visuals on this drug are very potent, stronger than I've had on mushrooms.
My head is in a strange place, but I wouldn't describe it as full-blown tripping. A ++ at most. The night is enjoyable, I'm in an almost euphoric mood for the duration of the trip, and I have a good time.
Second trip: Insufflated a larger pile the next day. This one was significantly larger; perhaps 8mg. Burning worse than last time; soon after snorting the drug I almost feel like I'm having an asthma attack. I take a puff of my inhaler and this feeling passes instantly. I still feel the general head shittiness I got from snorting the powder last time, and this again clears up before the trip begins.
I feel nauseous on the come-up again, and feel in more despair than the last time. The come-up is happening fast, with ++ effects rapidly onsetting within the first hour. I'm curled up in my blankets wondering if I did the right thing by tripping today, when my friend arrives unexpectedly at the door. I'm happy to see him and feel like he's grounded me in reality by ending my solitude and perhaps a bad trip was avoided.
I notice visuals are almost switch-off-able at this level; one must stare at a space without moving their eyes around too much and everything within your field of vision can start to get fucked up, with warping and rearranging and moving around. However, if you want to act normal, you can simply ignore the visuals and focus on a task and the visuals become non-existent.
I smoke some weed with my friend, but he isn't tripping and he keeps wanting to talk about how wasted he got last night, ignoring the fact that I'm tripping right in front of him. He doesn't understand the psychedelic experience and being around him makes me feel like we're not on the same wavelength, but being outside and not alone is enjoyable so the day still turned out great.
I have a lot of energy, and I'm tripping at a good level. If I need to function normally, I can put the trip at the back of my head. If I want to sit down and trip out to some visuals and thoughts, I can do that too. It's intense when you allow it to be, but hasn't taken over me, which slightly disappoints me. The blue sky and clouds are more beautiful than I've ever seen them before; they haven't been altered too visually, but my head space allows me to appreciate their majesty.
Third through Fifth trip: My friend and I dose up on more 2c-p later in the day, and when we come down, do it again, and half way through, do some more. We snort it and eat it whenever we feel like. Hanging around my friend is just completely relaxed; when he wasn't tripping I felt like we couldn't connect, but after getting on the same drug, I was content to just be around him. We mindlessly wander the streets doing nothing in particular, talking about out of the ordinary topics, admiring visuals on occasion, and accomplishing nothing while having a wonderful time doing so. Hours are spent sitting in random locations.
One amusing anecdote from this binge of 2c-p that I find partially disturbing now is the following: while both at a low ++ we were sitting on top of some trees and both began to be certain of an entity below us in the trees (we're standing on trees that form a canopy with a lower area beneath them you can't see from on top that kids like to crawl around under). We spend hours standing on the trees listening, certain that there is a kid crawling around below us at 9pm at night trying to freak us out by remaining silent while slowly getting closer and closer towards the point directly under us. We stood there for hours talking at each other, but also discussing this entity (named Elliot), saying things to the noises like "We know you're there. You think you're being all stealthy but we're just too lazy to climb down and look at you. What are you even trying to accomplish? Just come out into the open so we can see you. We're not gonna hurt you. Elliot, what is your problem, why are you even doing this? How is this fun for you? I bet you're texting your family in that house over there everything we're saying, but we're not even hiding our conversation so what's the point?".
Eventually, I thought I heard the noises slowly moving past the area beneath us and further onwards. At this point it had been about an hour and a half and I needed to see this person, even though I was absolutely sure they existed at the time. We said we wouldn't leave the trees until Elliot revealed himself, but he never came out. Eventually, we climbed under the trees and searched all through that area. There are so many sticks that sneaking away quietly would have been impossible, but we could not find a trace of him. We decided it was possible he could have been hiding in the darkness (we had only a cellphone light to light up the darkness) five feet in front of us but he wouldn't move now so we should just go home.
From my house, we stood behind a hedge for another 10 minutes staring at the tree area we were just at, hoping to catch a glimpse of this small Elliot child finally crawling out from under the trees and running home. We just wanted to see this kid to show him that he didn't out smart us and he didn't sneak up on us and we knew he was there the whole time. But we never saw anyone leave the trees, and finally agreed he must have quietly crawled out from under the trees and snuck home while we were standing on the trees, before our initial search for him.
Now sober, I am absolutely certain that this Elliot never existed, and my friend and I share an insane delusion about a kid crawling around the trees below us just to mess with out hears at 9pm. But it just doesn't add up to me; kids do not hang out on there own at nights around drugged up people (we were openly discussing our state of mind) just to 'trip them out'. We jokingly said things like "Come on Eliot, we're not gonna hurt you", but that could terrify a kid. Why would they put themselves in that situation? On that day, both my friend and I were 100% certain of Eliot's existence, but now I'm certain that he never existed. My friend still believes he could have been there, but I'm very sure it was the drug that lead to it happening. I know the story sounds far-fetched, but if you saw how our situation unfolded and we reached the conclusion that there was a kid nearby us, you would understand.
Basically, this drug allows people to connect on the same wavelength in sometimes terrifying ways. Our tolerance was starting to become a serious problem. After snorting my biggest pile yet and feeling only low to medium effects, I decided to take a short tolerance break.
Sixth Trip (+++): This was the trip we had been waiting for. We dosed up huge piles orally (13mg?) and smoked 3 joints throughout the course of our night. First we consumed the drug and smoked a joint. The weed sped up the come-up of the 2c-p and I was feeling a familiar rush of energy and psychedelic happiness after the first hour, though peak effects do not arrive until another hour.
At this point, the visuals are simply overwhelming. On prior trips, I would have to stop and focus on visuals to amplify their existence, but at this level, I could not turn off the visuals and they became the complete normal state of existence while on the trip; I was no longer even interested at staring at them because my head was so gone that the visuals became quotidian.
The conversations I have with my friend are some of the deepest ones I've ever had with him. I've had breakthrough trips on psychedelics before, but never with someone else. This time, both of us we're experiencing the same feelings, and our thoughts were connected on a level I did not think possible with another human being.
I could distinctly tell the fluctuations of the high; we were smoking weed, but after a blaze, I could feel our connection be temporarily corrupted by the weed. We didn't talk as much during the hour following a blaze, tripping more internally, while when the 2c-p high was more in charge, we could socialise freely.
Shulgin talked about 2c-p in Tihkal and mentioned the possibility for some kind of psychedelic mental play that could happen with 2c-p and others. Now I understand what he meant; when tripping with someone else on this stuff at high doses you feel so intertwined with the person's mind and if you were not with a trusted close friend, things could turn menacing or sinister.
Hours were spent enjoying music, visuals, and some of the most psychedelic conversational topics I've ever shared with another human being, and we completely understood each other. There was no negative vibes or anything, it was just an insane tripped out bliss. Even though we were tripping hard, because we were tripping together, we stayed connected to reality. Now I see why people say tripping with other people beats tripping alone, it just feels so much more profound.
There was a very pleasant body effect with no nausea from administering the drug orally. Some erotic effect, but I did not have a chance to explore this in-depth because I was with a platonic friend.
--
Summary:
2c-p is a very social psychadelic. If you are going to trip alone, I recommend smoking weed. If you are going to trip with others, I recommend holding off on the bud. The visuals are intense, but try not to make the visuals the main event of the trip; when you're tripping hard and you finally reach that level of tripping you knew you were looking for but couldn't picture 'til it actually happened, the visuals become just a background thing.
2c-p can be unnerving if you're alone, but just talk to someone on the internet on through a phone if you feel yourself going into a bad trip. The mental effects were very satisfying and it definitely is what I would consider to be a true psychedelic research chemical.
