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« on: January 19, 2017, 05:58:26 PM »
Man, a couple of weeks ago I did a large dose of shrooms for the first time, and it was definitely the most meaningful psychedelic experience I have ever had. I was home with my friend and girlfriend, and we were watching TV, so I didn't really notice much besides colors becoming more intense and a bit of what I can best describe as a 3D effect. I went to the bathroom, and while I wasn't actually tripping that hard, I had an awesome mental state going on.
I first noticed that objects felt alive, not that they were moving or anything but that there was some kind of presence emanating from them. I looked over towards the counter, and there were objects strewn about it. Most people would probably call it a total mess. Mostly my girlfriends makeup. I felt emotionally pulled towards everything on the counter. I was thinking about how even though there was stuff everywhere and it was arranged in a totally disorganized fashion, I thought it was beautiful. Every object was where it was because my girlfriend put it there. I don't understand the method to her madness, but she knows where all of those objects are. She knows what all of those objects do. I have no idea what any of them do. I picked one up and sat down on the floor and turned it over in my hands, inspecting it.
It was a Korean product, with Korean lettering on it. I couldn't understand any of it since I don't speak Korean, but I couldn't help but think about how every single letter was placed where it is by a designer. Somebody sat down for hours and designed this product. Even though I can't read any of it, there are people in this world who can. I am holding this cosmetic product in my hand, completely bewildered by it because I would have no idea how to use it. I have never needed to use it, but it is something my girlfriend uses all the time. There are thousands of people who use this product, to whom it is central to their life, but I don't even know what it does. All of those people have the same product, designed by the same people. I started to tear up at how beautiful that is.
I started thinking about how intense of emotions I felt about my girlfriend. We had cleaned before this experience because a friend was coming over, but I was thinking about how a messy apartment only gets that way because people are living in it. Cleaning up is really just hiding the evidence that you call this place home. Every soda can that was forgotten was put there while we were doing something. Every single one is a memory, and has a story to tell. A hot sauce bottle that was left out; a remnant of a meal we shared at home. A champagne cork, a reminder of a bottle of champagne we popped not long before as a celebration of my birthday. Shoes kicked onto the floor, a visual reminder of how great it felt to finally get home from whatever we were doing. How beautiful a mess is, really. It's like a scrapbook of memories, every object is there for a reason. How beautiful.
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