My first experience with altering my consciousness was rolling my eyes in the back of my head for as long as I could stand; a ̀ la The Undertaker.
I loved the warm, fuzzy sensation it produced in the middle of my head. It left colorful streaks of light floating throughout a growing tunnel of darkness in my line of vision. My first ever exposure to any sort of self induced visual hallucination.
My third grade teacher didn’t seem to appreciate it as much. I had unknowingly been staring her down like some sort of possessed demon child the entire school year. Finally fed up with my lack of participation, she called my mom and arranged a parent/teacher conference to discuss my behavior.
It’d be another year before anyone figured out I needed glasses.
I Hate My Life, I Hate Myself 