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Awkward Acid
Citation:   nervewing. "Awkward Acid: An Experience with ETH-LAD (exp109194)". Sep 22, 2016.

T+ 0:00
200 ug sublingual ETH-LAD
  T+ 6:00   repeated smoked Cannabis
T0:00-Dose taken

T0:30-Feel the onset, manifests in some tooth grinding and a slight faint dissociated feeling.

T1:30-Iím hanging out with my roommate downstairs. I feel like constant contact with him keeps me from realizing how distant I am drifting off and how awkward my social skills are becoming (at least from my perspective). It is truly a feeling like drifting off, like floating on a ripply surface of a lake and having a warm wind slowly gently push me out into deeper waters. It feels like thereís numbness in my fingertips. This feels very similar to LSD in terms of the comeup and headspace, although it feels somewhat more dissociating, mentally and physically. There is also somewhat more bodyload, with a good bit of nausea setting in. Visuals are fairly abstract and lacking any sort of definitive form or pattern. Rather, they are concentric and ripply.

T2:00-This trips feels very Ďstandardí for a psychedelic experience. Thought is deeper, as in every bit of stimulus my mind encounters gets carefully handled and picked apart, dissected to have its internal depths plumbed and dredged and tinkered with. Itís like my mind is going the extra mile with regards to analyzing each designated ďobjectĒ, and whatever associations that object generates. While this could certainly be considered a sort of mental enhancement, I realize that my mindís ability to limit itself in this regard is functional and useful to keep me from constantly being awash in a daze of thought. This constant preoccupation with my own mind makes me feel awkward and stumbly in terms of my ability to outwardly interact with others and the world. Imagine a horse trying to run while staring intently at its feet. Eventually my dear friend/old roommate comes over. I am now with two of my closest friends, we are hanging out and playing videogames. I watch my roommate play Kirby 64, Itís entertaining as hell and itís pretty cool to see the visuals manifest on the screen. I feel like I am making a lot of really awkward and stupid comments that are attempting to come off as funny. I feel like I am just awkwardly and automatically saying and interjecting things to fill the silence, all of which go without response, the silence following each statement is deafening as my own voice echoes in my head.

My friend talks about music heís writing and recording and itís so cool to hear how he engages with his passion and how this engagement interacts with his struggles with mental illness. He plays us a song and itís so cool to listen to and this provides a substrate for me to talk about everything in substantially more fluid and less awkward manner. I still have some trouble articulating my thoughts, and it feels like I am treading carefully the line between profound statements and psychedelic burnout incoherency.
it feels like I am treading carefully the line between profound statements and psychedelic burnout incoherency.

T2:30-My roommate brings out his pet blue tongued skink. I love reptiles and itís so cool to be tripping balls and holding this creature. Itís scales seem to be rippling and breathing, and itís so absurd that Iím holding an animal native to Australia in my apartment that is certainly not in Australia. It runs around on the ground and I try to imagine what this creature must be thinking right now, in this strange world that defies all of its adaptations and instincts. We take it outside to the backyard to have it experience the world. I would say this was definitely my peak, at least in terms of sensory effects. Auditorily, things seem unaffected, peopleís voices sound normal, albeit sort of isolated in a strange way, as if their voices are punctuated events in a grand void. Visually however, this was mindblowing. In the darkness, my entire field of vision is consumed by visuals. Whatever light there back here appears as shifting red, blue, green, magenta, and neon orange. Everything, literally everything is covered in swirling, pulsing, twisting and rippling concentric patterns, they are so prominent and clear that they begin to consume and obscure my vision. It should be noted that I am still fairly mentally lucid, I do not feel like my perception of such visual distortion represents a perception of a heavy disturbance in the fabric of reality. I am thinking clearly and rationally, itís just that the world is becoming visually unrecognizable. After letting the lizard run about, we go back inside.

T3:20-My two friends partake in some 3-MeO-PCP. As I donít want to add anything to this experience, I refrain. We go back downstairs and resume playing videogames. The sounds of peopleís voices sounds so strange and surreal. Itís the sort of thing where I start to notice the properties of something while Iím tripping and it makes me wonder how I could ever take that thing for granted in a sober state. Of course this feeling never sticks or follows me into sobriety. My field of vision is still pulsing and flashing and the same sort of concentric patterns are still dancing on the walls, albeit somewhat fainter and weaker. Iím having fun though, I feel jovial and somewhat ďburntĒ, but I feel a lighthearted demeanor towards everything that makes it not bother me too much. I smoke some more weed. I have noticed that I do not really feel the ďenhanced mindĒ effect that psychedelics give me on the comedown, where I feel more articulate and feel my thoughts flow faster. At this point, I still feel meek, dazed, and awkward. This is the sort of trip where it doesnít bubble up in me and manifest in my mind, rather itís the sort of trip that glistens and hover above my head, shining its glowering and glistening light down upon me.

T4:30-I have noticed that the visuals are mostly passed now, save for some faint color shifting on every surface. I still mentally feel very strongly as if I am tripping. I am certainly on the comedown now. We smoke some more and decide to go for a walk outside. Itís the first weekend of the school year and throngs of people are around town partying. My one friend is feeling very manic from the 3-MeO-PCP and wants to interact with everyone we walk by and run and play. I am extremely intimidated by everyone and want to keep to myself. Sometimes when coming down from psychedelics I am definitely in a sort of hypomanic state where I want to talk to everyone and I feel like I have something to say to everyone. However now, I feel like I cannot generate the appropriate words in any situation. I feel like I cannot even generate the appropriate thoughts. I feel meek and silenced and muzzled, I am awkward and afraid. I beseech him to stop trying to invite interaction from strangers. I am so very inhibited. We reach a grassy area between two dorm buildings and he does cartwheels on the lawn. I hide in a chair and try to artificially boost my confidence to stave off these effects. He eventually invites comments from people in the windows high above us, and honestly itís a pretty silly and ridiculous situation. Eventually some of them come down and interact with us. Ideally I would have been able to converse smoothly and provide some sort of input, but I am in a sort of stunned silence, only able to utter awkward phrases.

We eventually go to a grocery store and head home. I reflect on my lack of confidence. Part of it was the drug and its effects, however I feel like a strong part of all of this was also the fact that I was not presenting as I usually do, which can be intimidating or idiosyncratic to a certain degree. Appearing as my ďnormalĒ self made me feel weak and neutered. On the way home we meet up with some old friends in a restaurant and hang out there for a bit. In this setting I feel slightly more confident, like this muzzle is wearing off.

T6:00-We return home. The rest of the night we just hang out and smoke a lot of weed and play videogames. The cannabis entirely overtakes the psychedelic by this point and from here on I mostly just feel entirely stoned. I am able to cook a full meal for myself which is nice.

T11:00-I tried to go to sleep earlier than this, but noticed I was still a bit wired in that way that psychedelics keep you awake-you cannot feel the effects but you just donít feel capable of sleeping at all. At this point though, I am finally able to sleep.

Conclusion: This feels like LSDís ripply awkward cousin. Iím not sure if it was the set or setting responsible for this, though honestly it was the sort of environment to usually foster articulate thoughts and comfort. I feel as though this drug instilled a sort of anxiety in me during the trip that certainly wasnít present in my mindset going in. It was certainly interesting, and pretty similar to LSD. The visuals were very abstract and I would describe them as rippled and concentric. Iím not sure how I could utilize it effectively in the future.

Exp Year: 2016ExpID: 109194
Gender: Male 
Age at time of experience: 21
Published: Sep 22, 2016Views: 5,512
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