Khuutra said:
I used to have a friend who was into experimenting with all kinds of stuff - never did LSD again after he had a really bad trip (he said he saw things kind of shift into other things and it was like a nightmare the Aztecs would have) - but his mind went to weird places after a while. He began to see himself as an expression of some archangel, and told me that I was a machine soul rooted in logic, one of the caretenders of the universe (his words, not mine). I told him to seekk help for a lot of reasons, because I was afraid he might be suffering from paranoid schizophrenia or something, and he ended up seeking counseling (I think) but it never did much. He kind of disappeared into the ether after a while. I never heard from him again after he tried to tell me my great uncle was an agent of evil for being part of a Masonic Lodge. He was a good friend for a long time. We got started in our writing together. He introduced me to Kerouac. I miss him. ... ...Drugs are bad, mm'kay? |
Machine soul rooted in logic is about how i'd explain you. Seriously though.
I've had similar situations with friends... one was even secretly homeless for a while.
Drugs have irreperably screwed up 5 of my friends... these were like straight A student types, but the special kind that had Charisma and were also some of the most popular kids at my school. The type of person who has everything they need to succeed.
It's a wonder I still think all drugs should be legal. But I do.
Ah well.