My craziest acid trip

Like I said in other stories, i’ve done acid 12 times in my life. I’ve had some decent trips, some bad trips, and some ok/good trips.

This trip takes place in my senior yer of high school. I remember I brought two tabs to school and decided to be like the redditors/ rebellious kids who always talk about taking LSD casually at school in their young years for fun and because they’re bored and want to do something crazy.

So yeah, it was the last period of the day and I was in art class. I remember I asked to go to the bathroom so I went to the bathroom that no one knew about because it was mainly for teachers. It was a singular bathroom compared to the regular ones meant for many people at once.

So I got in the bathroom and took my baggy of acid out from my pocket. I popped two tabs of LSD on my tongue, which was about 300ug. The average dose for a regular trip is 100ug.

I then walk back to art class. Within like 30 minutes i’m feeling stuff. I remember I was drawing daredevil, the marvel comic book character as my art piece. I remember shading in his fourhead and being so ‘locked in’. I remember losing myself in the red I was shading as the forehead and loved every second of it.

Apparently I was acting weird cause I remember looking up and all the people sitting at my table were staring at me. They all were scared and asked if I was okay. I think I was sweating and was slimy and looking confused. I said I was fine and then I don’t remember after that in class.

Then I got on the bus and went home. Man. I was overthinking every thing in life and so confused. That’s a common symptom of LSD. Thinking philosophically about everything, having mini existential crises, and being very confused and unsure who you are and why you do/ think certain things in your life.

I remember arriving home and right at that moment there was an amazon driver walking through my front yard and dropping a package off. I felt immense empathy for the dude, and felt so bad that he had to work at amazon. I also noticed everything about his face. He looked so scared and looking at his face I could feel what he felt down to my soul and I noticed every detail. I have no clue why he looked so sad and afraid. The fear of my dogs? I don’t know.

Then I finally get in the house and go to my room. I belive no one was home. I then was weirdly so confused and overthinking things again. Normally i’d be busy immediately with my regular routine. You know, come home, smoke some weed, check who’s online on Discord, play league of legends, jack off, go on my phone, listen to music. But nah. I was so far past that, as I had begun overthinking my life an hour beforehand when the acid kicked in.

I remember getting in my room and sitting on my bed and feeling uncontent with my life and my usual routine. I started thinking how a normal kid my age wouldn’t just be in his room most of the time after school, like i’d usually do. I started thinking how a ‘good, normal’ kid would come home, hit up his friends and hang out with them in real life. I didn’t do that but I instead just decided to go outside and just start walking.

About a half mile in to my walk I arrived at a church. Right outside it was a special-ed dude on his skateboard. I remember the acid making me so interested in this dude. So out of the usual, I had a deep conversation with him and had such an open mind. Usually I would of maybe just waved at the guy and been on my way, but not this time. I start talking to him and he tells me about how his uncle died from overdosing on sleeping pills. Then he tells me other stuff I can’t remember. But I remember walking out of that conversation realizing that that dude had immense emotions and was a sensitive human being just like me, and to not overlook or minimize him just for being special-ed.

Then I walk to my friend who I hadn’t talked to in a while’s house, who we’ll call ‘N’. I remember him letting me in his house and I was very far into my existential crisis. I remember N’s girlfriend was there, who like usual, i’d always minimize with cognitive biases such as, “she’s chubby, or she’s weird, or she’s not very smart”. But this time I kept so quiet and open minded. I talked to her and realized she was smart and had feelings and deserved self worth just like anyone else. Then her special ed brother was there and I felt immense compassion for him too. I was so fixated on my automatic bias where I usually would of passed him off because he’s special ed. But the LSD gave me so much compassion and openmindedness and understanding that I changed my usual view towards him and expressed so much love and regret because I started off by thinking less of him for being special-ed.

Then I talked to ‘N’ again, who I knew the longest there. I started telling him how I don’t know how to act again and that I had all this money illegally at the time. He starts consoling me. Then I talk to his Dad who said that he in his life too also didn’t know who he was. And he recommended a therapist to see that he had seen in the past.

Then on this day too, was the day where I agreed to ride with my sister to pick up my brother from college. As soon as I get in the car i’m different. I’m more quiet, understanding, openminded and trying to be the opposite of my usual self. My sister notices this as that I finally changed and liked her more. U p to this point me and my sister usually never talked or got close.

I tell her i’m on the LSD and it never registers with her. She just sees the situation as that I decided to finally make a 180 and try and love and have a relationship with her. She actually holds my hand and starts basically crying because of how crazy and tearful it made her that we are finally close like a real brother and sister. Again, I think it was just the LSD but she never registers that.

Then we pick up my brother at college and drive home. The whole ride home my brother is chilling on his phone being very quiet and occasionally saying a few words to us.

Then I come home and start really panicking. My mom finds out i’m on acid and gets so dissapointed and locks herself in her bedroom and doesn’t talk to me the whole night. Then my Dad keeps me company the whole night. I tell him everything is cartoony (the LSD visuals) and start breaking down over what life is about. I start saying how I don’t want to grow up and work a real job and he says he hates working too but that’s just a part of life. I was just saying a bunch of depressing shit mainly related to having an identity crises and over-catastrophizing.

He then lets me go to bed but I am so wired and energized. I remember going back to my room and looking up crazy shit. Like on reddit I looked up stuff about how “I don’t know what I like in life” or “nothing interests me in life” or “I don’t know who to be in life”. And it was INSANE. The amount of posts from redditors who are literally at the bottom of nihilism and depression who seem like they are completely suicidal and hate life was insane. Just people talking in the most negative tone possible and with the most negative view of life and SO many people upvoted them.

It was genuinely the most scary negative part of reddit i’d ever been on. I’d see posts and comments about how people have no interests, no friends, think they have no personality, and no reason to live.

I remember in this stew of negativity was a comment that was majorly upvoted. It was a guy saying very constructive advice to all the lost people. He basically said to do one hard thing everyday and that that adds up and before you know it, you are growing and developing yourself and personality.

I just can’t believe how the LSD gave me ego and personality death and how there are so many redditors who genuinely believe they are no one with no personality. It also made me realize that it is technically possible to become a ‘no one’ with ‘no personality’. Seriously. It’s completely possible.

You take someone and I don’t force them to basically do nothing with their life, like just stare at a wall all day and never talk to people or do anything and they become basically a no one who has nothing to talk about and is devoid.

This could apply to others too. People burnt out from smoking weed or doing drugs all the time. They sometimes will turn out with no personality in worse cases.

Anyways I fell asleep after that reddit searching. To this day I remember it as a lesson that I can always grow my personality and that maybe deep down I really am just a blank slate nobody with no personality, and that I need to keep developing it (to be happy and have interests and content in my life).

Thanks for reading.

-Viper