I just wanted to pop in and say: Doing acid and sitting on top of those lights at the foot of a runway just outside of the international airport fence is AWESOME! And if it comes into your mind that it is the headlight of an on-coming TRAIN…!
Just sayin’…
Now hold on a moment, Diogenes — the story claims the mother said they hadn’t left the driveway. It doesn’t say they hadn’t left the driveway.
If it were me, and I suspected somebody was on acid, that might be the kind of thing I’d say just to mess with their heads. Like when you know your friend’s been toking up, and you turn to him as if to make conversation but just mouth words without making noise.
I don’t know if the story’s an urban legend, but such a story could easily have happened exactly as told. They did drive around and their mother did say they hadn’t. The stoner just believed his lying mother, that’s all.
You do this to your friends? You would do it to your son?
Wow. This isn’t the Pit, so I won’t tell you the adjectives that come to mind.
Yes — I would do it to my friends. No, not to my son.
I won’t apologize for being the kind of person I am. If someone else wants to put psychotropic substances in their blood stream to mess with his own head, it’s surely not my responsibility to see that his experience is sunshine and roses, nor is it my job to tell him to lay off the crack pipe.
If it were my son, that’s different. But I’m not responsible for another adult making a free choice.
No, but I’m willing to bet you are responsible for a lot of rolled eyes. Almost the worst thing about people like you is that when you think you’re “messing with” someone, you’re really just making an ass out of yourself and showing that person that you don’t think of them as a person, but as a lab rat for your own personal experiment. It’s patronizing, and it’s basically treating that person as a small child based on your interpretation of the choices they make about what to put into their body. It’s disappointing, to say the least, to find out your “friends” view you this way. Just because it’s not your “responsibility to see that his experience is sunshine and roses” doesn’t mean you’re anything other than an inconsiderate jackass for intentionally trying to make their experience unpleasant in a dehumanizing way.
Fetus, there’s a concept called “teasing” somebody, where you make a “joke,” for the purposes of eliciting what is known as “hu-mor” from a situation. Many friendships have a certain amount of this kind of good-natured razzing and, “no man, I’m jus’ kiddin’ you” moments.
Your reaction to this is surprisingly heated, and in my opinion, you are taking this as a deeply personal attack, by me against you.
Why you’re choosing to call me an inconsiderate jackass, while not in the Pit, I don’t know, but I recommend you look carefully into your own friendships and see whether you have ever told a lie, used sarcasm, or exaggerated for humorous effect. I doubt you can say so.
If you’d like to Pit me over this, by all means go ahead. Backfiring rants have been very popular in the Pit lately.
I’m not heated, I’m just rolling my eyes so hard they might pop out of my scalp. I’ve known people who think the way you do and it would be OK if it were at least funny, but it’s mostly just immature. And, as I said in the last post, it tells a lot about your mindset.
Assuming you meant “never” (“I doubt you can say you’ve never told a lie” etc.), I think I need some clarification here: are you saying you would let your friend think for the rest of their life that they had sat in their mom’s driveway tripping out the entire night, or are you saying you would tell them that to pull one over on them and then say “Gotcha!”?
You insulted me, you assumed my friends hated me, you invented this imaginary lack of respect I have for people, you accused me of experimenting on people, and you claim you’re not heated? I think you need to have a Zima and kick back for a while. You said earlier that you once were one of those kinds of stoners; is there some hot-button issue here?
Aren’t you reading a little bit too much into that story? For all we know, the doped-up driver was re-telling the story for the humorous punchline, not necessarily because he believed it. “Ha ha, my mom pulled a fast one on us,” the story goes, and we are expected to have a laugh at the gullibility of people under the herbal influence. Nowhere does the OP’s so-called urban legend give any clue of what really happened after mom’s zinger at the end. Why do you assume the driver believed it?
But to answer your question, I wouldn’t let them go their entire lives under the assumption that the lie was true. On the scale of practical jokes, I’m more of the immediate gratification timeframe rather than the Andy-Kaufman-is-dead timeframe.
My old stoner buddies and I used to mess with each other all the time like that, especially if one of us was tripping balls on something. There was one time when two of us had eaten some blotter and another buddy showed up at my apartment. We were sitting around talking a bunch of pseudo-profound acid talk and the dude who wasn’t tripping began to intermittently make a buzzing sound like a bee. Before long he had us stumbling all over my living room trying to find a non-existent bee. He’d make the buzzing sound and point and we’d swear that we saw it. It was the middle of winter and like 20 below outside, but we were still convinced we were being attacked by killer bees. When he finally told us he was messing with us, we thought it was hysterically funny and couldn’t stop laughing. We used to do all kinds of stuff like that to each other. It was never anything cruel, just buddies dicking around with each other. I really don’t see the big deal here. If you’re going to pit Fish, you’ll have to pit me too.
Me also. I have/have been F**ked with unmercifully and it was all in fun. By the way, never do 'shrooms in a group of people were one person is straight the whole time. It is just asking to be F’ed with.
Trust me on this.
OK, fair enough. I think the image I got from what you said earlier wasn’t the same as what you meant.
That sounds hysterical!
Three of my friends shroomed for the first time (back in high school) with four people who were totally straight on everything. It was quite a story, though I don’t want to hijack this thread more than I already have.
The story in the OP was so popular at my school in the early '90s that I was able to finish the rest of it as soon as I read the word ‘airport’. It’s an UL.
To address the OP I’d say in my experience* I have had many changes in perception. Mainly these took the form of intense colors, “trails”, difficulty in a prolonged mental focus on someone speaking, even a loss of hearing in a classroom once. But most of all, TIME. At a party there was a movie on the TV in the living room and that thing took ALL NIGHT to finish. I’d go wander around front, talk to some people in the backyard, listen to some music in the car and when I went back in, that same movie was still on! Seemed like hours had passed.
Driving a car I can see a traffic light about a mile down the road…and it took FOREVER for us to get to it. I checked my speed and everything but we could never get there. Often “Deep Thoughts” where one insight leads to another, and another and another until you feel like you won’t be able to pull out and your mind will be forever lost.
I have never, ever, been were I did not know where I was or were I’d been. The trip to the airport while in the driveway seems unlikely but many people have differing experiences.
- Admittedly I’m no Timothy Leary
And taking drugs is MATURE??
I could answer this question for days, but this isn’t GD or the Pit and I already stepped over forum boundaries once.