The drug that is psilocybin will make seemingly unreal things a most amazing spectacle in the eye of the beholder. These things, interpreted under influence, will almost always be misinterpreted. Or at least over interpreted.
I came to this place to be alone among people. I know not of others but I am most certain a social creature to spite my distaste for others. I chose this place purely at random. There were others, but not too many. There was room, but not a lot. I was there, but not on purpose. After taking my seat I quickly become aware of the others. I should say rather, I had become aware that the others had become noticeably aware of me. Some seemed to behold me as an oddity in a place of normality. The rest were visibly shaken by my presence. All were being swept away by a tide of mob mentality. Suddenly, raw emotion gave way to a sort of forced civility and pure anger seemed to overwhelm one small tribe to my immediate rear. Pit bulls - this group, one and all.
I had arrived less than ten minutes ago and already my mere presence had created an unstoppable escalation. I was unable to analyze what it was I had done to create such chaos. In retrospect I am able to narrow it down to two possible moments. Both occurred within the same span of sixty seconds, so it is possible that the moments combined are to blame.
The smallest member of the clan was staring into me as if my soul were visible to her. This caused me great discomfort and I became defensive immediately. With virtually no forethought I lashed out at the young girl.
"Steal not my soul lest ye be prepared for thy vile retribution against thyself."
What I meant to say was, " Would you please not stare at me?"
Had that not inflamed the group to violence it may have been what followed the verbal assault - incessant, uncontrolled laughter. I was unable to stop. I do not know why, but I could not regain control of myself.
Whatever had created the mayhem I know not for sure. I do, however, blame the young girl child. It was clearly her tears and wailing that brought the man beast to furry. I wish I could blame this whole unfortunate incident on the venal, hallucinogen spore that is psilocybin but I cannot. For I have not eaten shroomz in over four years.
