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... and other psychedelic revelations: a freestyle journal entry

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“Respect the substance. Respect the substance. Respect the substance.” 

I couldn’t get those words out of my head as I nervously bit into a psilocybin chocolate bar. Before I went over to M’s, I was scrolling Reddit for answers as to whether benzos are a safe response to a bad trip, like I’d vaguely remembered from years ago (I’m a pussy in my old age). “If you’re going into this planning for anxiety, you’re probably not in the right state of mind to do it in the first place. Respect the substance,” one user advised OP. These self-proclaimed psychonauts can be so uptight. But recognizing that didn’t stop their words from getting into my head. 

Was this the relaxed affair I’d been treating it as? Or did I really need to humble myself to the power of (what would likely be) a microdose?