Ian goes to north central park on magic mushrooms.

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This about a time I was on Heroin and Magic Mushrooms at a park in my city. I had met a jogger there and my mind figured her whole life story out in one minute.

Submitted: December 24, 2011

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I went to north central park to just trip out to nature and my Ipod. I saw this girl jogging with a mechanized habit instead of an actual human effort. She made her way and sat next to me as she was out of breathe. We started to converse and instantly I could see her entire life. She was born into a "normal" family in which she received normal failed relationships. She felt the normal pressures of being a normal adult. She probably drank normal beer with normal assholes who had normal sex with her normal drunken body. She developed normal problems that is closely associated with having normally casual sex with fashionably normal jerks. No one in the world loved her, they all felt an indifference, a sick apathy at her existence. No one hated her either, she wasn't worth it. She didn't know what life was about. She was normal. A non-drug user. Now she wakes up daily, slumps into her bathroom, strips down and wearily peers into the mirror hoping to see something other than her not so big breasts, tired face, and sad eyes that are reflected back to her every day. Every day secures her sad expression and she is reminded that her life is nothing more than a sequence of rituals. She'll climb into the shower after her jog and wash herself. She'll spread soapsuds over her aging skin and let them run down her vagina, down the drain, wishing she could go down too. She'll then remove the shower head from it's mounting and push it against her vagina lips, throw her head back, close her eyes, and cries to herself as she experiences the most euphoric act she has in her life. She'll shake for a moment when it's over. This was the most profound and thrilling part of her day, as she puts on a tank top, and gets ready for school or work. She'll come back home and watch her daily tv shows on her couch. Every day is exactly the same for her. She will never know what life is about. She'll never experience the mind blowing effects of psychedelics or the crazy euphoria from stimulants, not even the blissful, godl-like apathy euphoria from Heroin. The shrooms gave me this intense insight into her life and I saw right through her. I didn't even know her and only spoke to her for ten minutes. Maybe one day she'll try a drug and find that thrill in life she's been starving for.  It's crazy how powerful psychedelics are, I found a story in one person, in one minute, in just one situation.

 

- Ian Dee


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