I have tripped about 4 times in my life. I used to prepare myself for a trip by meditating for a week, and contemplate why I am dropping in the first place, however this time I only had a days notice. My first few acid trips were interesting and sentimental to me. As if my mind were being opened to the odyssey of my life and knowledge. The day of the trip I was with an old friend of mine, and a kid that I would consider a ‘druggie without a cause’. But to get on with my experience, I found myself angry at the world and even my own friends. We spent our time in the woods, naturally, and had hiked to a spot where you could see the city. The druggie without a cause I had mentioned earlier was constantly on his phone, this bugs me a lot because I already have a hatred for cell phones because I believe it takes the importance of communication and small talk away. And to add onto that, the air was constantly disturbed by the sounds of airplanes above us. I had developed this sense of sorrow for nature by realizing man has fallen to greed and materialistic objects. Even my own friends. My passion for the world will never fade but the experience I had faced was mind altering. The illusion of time had eaten at my brain as the clouds of pollution began to contrast with the sky as the sun had begun to set. And then the next day I had realized something. The day of the trip I had not heard one bit of music, the most enjoyable part of life.
(In my opinion)
The next time I trip I will seek absolute isolation in the woods, and listen to music and create my own music as well