Salvia Vs Marijuana

There was a faint clicking sound in the background of my thoughts as i stared into the mirror brushing my teeth… i’ve been trying to figure out for years why the high i used to get from marijuana changed from fun/carefree to paranoid/anxiety driven experiences. I could never pinpoint an exact event where my mind’s biological makeup altered to push me away from this plant. Then it hit me.

Nearing the end of high school, i drove a group of friends to West Virginia where i bought my first blue glass bong (Blastoise) at our first visit to a smoke shop and stumbled upon a tiny circular plastic container with a 10x or 15x version called Salvia, this was our first introduction to each other. With no knowledge of what it was or how to do it, we watched each other giggle, laugh uncontrollably, mumble nonsense, grab at the air, and look off into the distance “through” reality with a face that resembled pure fear as we went too far down the cartoon tunnel towards our cartoon bodies away from our physical world here on Earth.

Was this the point when my entire relationship with marijuana had been unknowingly twisted upside down upon itself? Had there been some type of information downloaded into my subconscious that i was unaware of while these chaotic “mush-too-powerful-doses” visions from the extract produced only faint glitchy memories of being tossed into that infinite unknown void?

I’m fairly certain that this may have been where my being experienced a crossover from one brain hemisphere to the opposite matrix of numerical interpretation. The two substances are like divorced parents that you must choose between. Never able to see both of them in one space, but only able to run to one or the other, only able to love one while distancing yourself from the memories of the former. I lay here in wonder as i wait for the sun to rise.