Wow, it's weirdly awesome to know that someone else has had a similar experience and I'm not alone on this. The story is actually a lot more interesting and that's why I'm writing a book about it. What I did not mention is what LSD did to me. It made me smarter, a lot smarter. That's why I'm co-producing a documentary about the plant-based diet while starting an alt-coin mining operation using a method that will give me free electricity while writing a book and doing a lot of other things. Before I left college, school had become so easy that I spent the majority of my time doing other things, even though I was studying Politics, Philosophy and Economics. I had raised over $5000 in committed venture capital for my mining operation before I left and I was working on starting another business at the same time. I started teaching myself Espanol in July using an app called Duolingo after attending a FEE conference where I made friends with a lot of South American students, and by August I was selling clothes in Spanglish at my job at Men's Wearhouse. If I hadn't been removed from school by my parents and placed in the mental hospital I'm sure I would be more than conversational by now, because after my prolonged psychedelic experience began I started learning language much faster. And it's not just because my memory was getting better, but also because learning pronunciation was becoming faster. I finished a painting that I had been working on for four years last summer after my continued psychedelic experience started giving me great inspiration, and in my opinion and the opinion of my grandfather, who has been painting for over 60 years, it's better than the original that I was copying. I'm also very good with computers now, which I only started playing around with in July. I would spend most of my time in class playing around with virtual machines on my computer, torrenting stuff, and I had two VPNs. I've also learned a bit of Python and JavaScript since last summer but I have a lot more to learn. My vision has changed in several significant ways. My color perception is permanently enhanced. Colors seem brighter and more vivid. My focus has become incredible, and that is quite significant because I used to have a very short attention span and was fully convinced I had ADD for years. In fact, my sophomore year I was barely able to focus at all, and I nearly failed business calculus and Intermediate Macroeconomics (a calculus based class). I find that quite funny now because in the past few months I've become very good at math and I would say it's now my favorite subject. Before I left school, I was destroying all the math-based quizzes in my Economics of Business and Finance class and just making my classmates look bad quite frankly. I ditched the calculator most of the time and would finish either before everyone or before almost everyone in the 50-person class after memorizing the formulas I needed to know in about 20 minutes and not even bothering to do the homework. I essentially have tunnel vision all the time, and it's better than anything I've ever experienced on adderall, which I started self-medicating with sophomore year because I was having such difficulty concentrating. At the time I entered the hospital I was also able to move my eyes and shift my focus incredibly quickly. Unfortunately I am not really able to do that anymore.
The people at the hospital quite frankly don't know how to use reason, and in any case I should never have been there in the first place because I was not threatening to harm myself or others at any point, which is what I was told when I went to the other hospital for seroquel withdrawal. They said I was psychotic for telling them these things because my parents told them "he was always a smart kid." This is true but trust me, I am much smarter now than I was six months ago. I would also talk to them very quickly because that's another thing I can do now and I like to do it because it's fun and more efficient for communication. My parents also told them I had had a psychotic episode because the night before they came to get me, which was absolutely the most amazing night of my life, I called my dad and started talking faster than an auctioneer. I had just smoked a joint with my friend, and I had micro dosed a week earlier, and that micro dose had made me feel even smarter. For whatever reason, that joint put me in a state of mind that I had never been in before. Suddenly I was ambidextrous, which I discovered minutes after toking up when I started throwing a ball around with one of my friends at a pregame and began catching and throwing just as well with my left hand as with my right, he was amazed, and in the past my left hand has always been pretty useless. Then I went to my room, and it was as if all the brain fog that had ever clouded my mind cleared away, and my brain became VERY efficient. That night I would estimate my brain become three times more powerful than usual. I started to panic because I didn't know what was going on, and I called my dad, and started speaking faster than an auctioneer, but still speaking logically and very articulately. I told my dad I was going to put my brain on a racetrack, and that's exactly what I did. He was quite alarmed, and I eventually hung up to try to go to the casino because, as you may have guessed, counting cards comes pretty natural to me. Unfortunately I never made it to the casino however, but that is a story I will have to leave out here. So my father thought I was having a psychotic breakdown and he and my mother came to get me the next day. The rest is history.