I really liked mushrooms, said as someone who handled them well while weed rarely ever felt good. It was a point of pride when I realized it.
However, they also gave me a wrong-assumption about a young-adult girl I thought I liked in the plains of Ohio. She was obsessed with her older sister and jazz music in her nerd-glasses, and seemed to love dogs like I did, but my shroomy trippy revelation about her secret love for me turned out to be quite wrong in my 20's. My confident ego paid the price. My mullet probably garnered the phrase "Ew." from this not very desired girl, I think, but it's all really a blurr now.
I munched some shrooms once or twice again later, but never for the sake of insight. As much as I liked and handled them, they steered me wrong, and I've never trusted them since, though they are fun anyway.