The first time I tripped on shrooms it was so amazing and filled with happiness.. Totally not trying to sound like a "fairy" lol.
My friend who said he was a "veteran tripper" ended up thinking he was a dead man trapped in eternity while pissing on the bed (I'm so happy to say it wasn't my bed). I was trying to tell him that if he's in eternity then he should just jump up in joy that we have nothing to worry about. I was so happy, it was hard to stop laughing at him so I held a pillow to my face to stop laughing, told my other friend to take care of him, and I went out into the fields of growing grass. That night I helped my friend drink a bottle of vodka during the come down and smoked a shit ton of schwag (I'm kinda glad it was schwag since dank dro would have just blown me away lol). I threw up in my friends new place and passed out in the tub. With my friends bed soaked with piss and his tub full of nasty thrown up debris, he never wanted people to trip in his house again.
Sorry for giving you a whole story. I haven't thought of my first trip in a while.. Good times.