MDMA is not a dietary suppliment.
Did you ever hear of Suicide Tuesdays? Somewhere, I heard about this phenomenon in the UK where the population of kids taking MDMA on Saturday night led to a rise in the suicide rate in the country on Tuesdays. I can’t verify this because I’m too lazy to Google it, but it makes perfect sense to me. You can look it up on Urban Dictionary if you want. That stuff blows out all of your happy chemical receptors in a way that is not at all how nature intended them to work, and it takes time for these things to bounce back from that. I don’t know if they ever fully do. I mean, I really hope so. This is not a scientific research paper on the long-term effects of party drugs on the brain; it’s an anecdotal blog post that popped into my head when I was testing my nice new pen in my nice new notebook this morning.
Excessive MDMA use was a staple of my teens and early 20s. I imagine it has contributed to my various mental issues as an adult. I was introduced to it at this kid Tommy’s house around the age of 14, and as I started attending jam band festivals in my later teens, I would use it as a dietary supplement, forgoing food and sleep for days on end. Ecstasy is not a recommended dietary supplement, by the way. You should eat food and sleep; your Tuesday self will thank you.
I was thinking about cocaine the other day, and it led me to a question which I will answer today. What could be worse than listening to a bunch of privileged suburban white 18-year-olds who are sure they know everything? A bunch of them on cocaine. But you know what’s even worse than that? Give these kids some ecstasy… now they know everything, and love everyone… and they want to tell you all about their childhood and shit.
When I started taking that stuff, I was in love with love. I was in love with everyone around me, and all was very sweet and rosy. I actually figured out the entire meaning of existence in this life while on E pills when I was 15. The real tragedy is that the knowledge did not transfer to my regular, sober life. I really wish it did, can you imagine? I’d be so much better off. My friends and I did really typical 1990s “high school kids on ecstasy” things, like listen to corny vocal trance music (I still like Alice Deejay, though), give each other back rubs, and huff Vick’s Vapor Rub. My friend JR actually strutted around Phish’s IT festival, all bent on Molly (pure MDMA), with a tube sock full of Vick’s Vapor Rub to enhance his experience. Ahhh, teenage party life in 2003.
Some of my friends never went home all summer, even though they had perfectly nice suburban homes with perfectly nice families. They decided they’d pitch a tent in my friend HC’s yard, eat ten ecstasy pills a night, and drink around 30 Budweisers. I love those kids; they were a blast to be around, though.
Naturally, the cynic in me caught up to burn the love dream state to a crisp, and I reached the “holy hot fuck, listen to how stupid we are, man.” It’s really sad. I was really digging the time when I bought into the magic of boundless chemical love.
You should hear some of the music I thought was good. It makes the background music from Mega Man 2 sound like a George Gershwin masterpiece. Actually, I shouldn’t say anything disparaging about the soundtrack to Mega Man 2; it is an incredible musical achievement. I’m just saying, I’ve sincerely tried to listen to the D-list electronica jam bands I used to go see on party drugs, and it’s absolutely unlistenable. I thought it was the best music I’d ever heard, at the time, from 2 in the morning to well after sunrise, at a drug orgy with a druggy name like “The Gathering of the Vibes.” The vibes had definitely gathered for me in the wee hours of an August morning on some farm in the Catskills.
I wonder if ecstasy made me stupid, or prone to depression, or attention span deficient. It’s a safe bet that it did.
However, I do think that it should be legally scheduled for therapeutic use (by professionals) in the treatment of PTSD. It’s ridiculous that the law doesn’t allow it to be used at all. You could really work through some deep darkness with the right set, setting, and guidance. It started out in the hands of psychotherapists, and they agreed on its benefits.
Teenagers in a small town in Massachusetts or on a decommissioned Air Force base with 75 thousand prep school hippies are not that therapeutic setting, however.
I wouldn’t take it now. Imagine how bad it would set my 37-year-old mind back by the following Tuesday. I can’t even drink a six-pack of beer without feeling like death the next day… I don’t bounce back like I did when I was 22, stayed up until 5 AM, slept until 3 PM, and did it the next day.
No thanks, Suicide Tuesday.
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