Dosed a little acid last night, smoked some pot and drank a little whiskey. It was a blessed weather open air party with a hodgepodge of for-whatever-reason disenfranchised folks. I rode that out for the afternoon and then drank another beer and ate a little bit of mushies back in suburbia to enjoy a likewise gorgeous evening. All in all, a pretty druggy 24 hours, and (without rambling incessantly) a pretty productive time.
But anywho, generally speaking, operating on a mode of thought resembling "ohhhhh my mind is so precious I'd hate to taint it with anything unholy butI'lldipanddabbleinalittlebitofsociallyacceptednormswithcautiousvalour" is a pretty good way to ensure a life plagued by baseless anxiety. Worrying about fracturing your self-concept fractures your self-concept. It's kind of like losing The Game, except stretched over every waking second of existence regardless of conscious thought. I've known a lot of people who've "done" (I hate that terminology) a lot of things. But, generally speaking, nonsense like caffeine and alcohol and inappropriately prescribed pharmaceuticals wreck indescribably more subliminal dissonance than a panic attack while high or bad trip on psychedelics (which ironically, tend to stem from said dissonance). Preconceptions are a bitch.
Not to advocate blatantly irresponsible drug use, of course. Safety first. Unfortunately, learning the art of safety is a convoluted mess in the midst of prevailing mainstream stigmas/stereotypes/misinformation. Politicians and Religion (same difference) muddled all of that up reeeaal good.
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