The bad trip was a trip I needed? Practically the trip sitter fell asleep, my phone died and not a single "friend" answered the phone (and I heard some were awake - I live in a dorm).

Somehow, this made me see what kind of people I have as friends, the kind of life I have.

Existential crisis and tripping balls, not a good combination, but the one I needed practically.

Not the trip I wanted, but the one I needed apparently.