gookmique
May 22nd, 2008, 08:58 PM
i used to smoke a fair amount back in the day (as in 3 or 4 years ago). around, roughly, a 1/2 8th every couple of days.
usually when people smoke weed, they calm down, they like to relax and just laugh at stupid shit all day. me, on the other hand, would do different things. i would always listen to music, and try to "morph" the beats, or sounds, into images that i would depict while my eyes were closed. i would also like watching movies such as "the island" (if you guys haven't seen this movie, then watch it! stoned or sober, it's a must see), and try to get to the bottom of things. i would try to look beyond the movie, and dig deeper into the meaning the director was trying to shoot for. almost a spiritual conquest towards the movie's meaning.
keep in mind THC is not a hallucinogen. you will not see goblins popping out of the earth, trying to scratch away your skin and knaw on your bones. you won't travel to far lands, and experience alien activity, hands on. unless you channel your energy into positive things, you really won't experience much while high. also, i must add, definatly DO NOT toke herb while experiencing anxiety. it'll only multiple those feelings times ten, and then you'll feel like you're in a world of shit.
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what im about to share made me immediently quit smoking herb.
when i smoked weed i always smoked the shitty stuff, such as: regs, mids, and low end crip. basically all the bud that will crumble between your fingers when you try to break it up. why, you ask? i never had money for one, and i was a fairly small guy at the time, so anything MORE than the shitty stuff, i knew, would just make me not act right. which, indefinatly, happened.
i was hanging out at my buddy's house, watch TVing, having a good time you know? well i got the idea to just smoke up. i recalled my friend telling me he had some GOOD shit at school, which, he actually DID have some "good" shit... lol... well my buddy and i called him up, he walked over, and we walked out back to smoke up. my friend, that came over, reached in his pocket and pulled out a container of some of the strongest bud i had ever smoked in my life. the bud was basically DRIPPING with white crystals, purple leaves, and orange hairs.. i was almost SCARED to smoke it, because i knew it would just fuck me up after two hits. they passed the pipe around, and it was my turn. i basically took the hardest rip i'd ever taken in my life. it felt like i didn't even hold the shotgun with my thumb, and when i released my thumb, i felt my lungs basically jump out of my chest.
one hit was enough, i had to go inside immediently and sit down. while sitting, my friends were asking me if i was alright. i said yes, and just sat on the couch for a good 10 minutes, untill some weird shit started happening. i was watching tv, and it sounded like my two friends were talking to me, but they weren't. i would always look up, turn to them, and say "yes dude, i'm alright", they would respond "umm, what are you talking about"? already feeling weird from the weed, i felt even "weirder" from the fact that i thought they were talking to me, when they weren't. this happened countless of times. it got so bad my friend told me to shut the fuck up and calm down because i was starting to annoy them.
well, while sitting on the couch, i felt like i was in a different deminsion, and the only way to get "out" of the deminsion, was to die. don't ask me why i thought this, but i thought i had to "wake up" and the only way to "wake up" was to die. i then pee'd my pants, literally, because i was really starting to freak out then. i kept telling my buddies that i had to wake up.. and that i had to wake up NOW. i didn't like the world i was in, i was tried of being behind the "haze", if you will. the guy that came over with the bud, just went home. i guess i freaked him out.
the buddy, whos house i was staying at, then walked in his room to get on the computer. i followed him there. we were sitting on some chairs, and i remember starting up some really weird conversations. i recall saying "dude, the only reason why i'm freaking out is because of puberty". he didn't say anything. i then thought that i didn't really say anything, or, if i did say something, he was just so whacked out about it that he didn't say anything. it was just too much to handle. i was really starting to go crazy, i just wasn't functioning correctly. i don't know if i just couldn't handle the bud that we smoked, or i'd just NEVER smoked bud before, and that was my first high! lol (not really, i've definatly been stoned before, just never smoked anything that strong). i know one thing, i'm definatly never smoking weed again... *knocks on wood*...
this story, inpaticular, happened about 2 or 3 years ago. i haven't smoked weed in about 4 or 5 months.
usually when people smoke weed, they calm down, they like to relax and just laugh at stupid shit all day. me, on the other hand, would do different things. i would always listen to music, and try to "morph" the beats, or sounds, into images that i would depict while my eyes were closed. i would also like watching movies such as "the island" (if you guys haven't seen this movie, then watch it! stoned or sober, it's a must see), and try to get to the bottom of things. i would try to look beyond the movie, and dig deeper into the meaning the director was trying to shoot for. almost a spiritual conquest towards the movie's meaning.
keep in mind THC is not a hallucinogen. you will not see goblins popping out of the earth, trying to scratch away your skin and knaw on your bones. you won't travel to far lands, and experience alien activity, hands on. unless you channel your energy into positive things, you really won't experience much while high. also, i must add, definatly DO NOT toke herb while experiencing anxiety. it'll only multiple those feelings times ten, and then you'll feel like you're in a world of shit.
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what im about to share made me immediently quit smoking herb.
when i smoked weed i always smoked the shitty stuff, such as: regs, mids, and low end crip. basically all the bud that will crumble between your fingers when you try to break it up. why, you ask? i never had money for one, and i was a fairly small guy at the time, so anything MORE than the shitty stuff, i knew, would just make me not act right. which, indefinatly, happened.
i was hanging out at my buddy's house, watch TVing, having a good time you know? well i got the idea to just smoke up. i recalled my friend telling me he had some GOOD shit at school, which, he actually DID have some "good" shit... lol... well my buddy and i called him up, he walked over, and we walked out back to smoke up. my friend, that came over, reached in his pocket and pulled out a container of some of the strongest bud i had ever smoked in my life. the bud was basically DRIPPING with white crystals, purple leaves, and orange hairs.. i was almost SCARED to smoke it, because i knew it would just fuck me up after two hits. they passed the pipe around, and it was my turn. i basically took the hardest rip i'd ever taken in my life. it felt like i didn't even hold the shotgun with my thumb, and when i released my thumb, i felt my lungs basically jump out of my chest.
one hit was enough, i had to go inside immediently and sit down. while sitting, my friends were asking me if i was alright. i said yes, and just sat on the couch for a good 10 minutes, untill some weird shit started happening. i was watching tv, and it sounded like my two friends were talking to me, but they weren't. i would always look up, turn to them, and say "yes dude, i'm alright", they would respond "umm, what are you talking about"? already feeling weird from the weed, i felt even "weirder" from the fact that i thought they were talking to me, when they weren't. this happened countless of times. it got so bad my friend told me to shut the fuck up and calm down because i was starting to annoy them.
well, while sitting on the couch, i felt like i was in a different deminsion, and the only way to get "out" of the deminsion, was to die. don't ask me why i thought this, but i thought i had to "wake up" and the only way to "wake up" was to die. i then pee'd my pants, literally, because i was really starting to freak out then. i kept telling my buddies that i had to wake up.. and that i had to wake up NOW. i didn't like the world i was in, i was tried of being behind the "haze", if you will. the guy that came over with the bud, just went home. i guess i freaked him out.
the buddy, whos house i was staying at, then walked in his room to get on the computer. i followed him there. we were sitting on some chairs, and i remember starting up some really weird conversations. i recall saying "dude, the only reason why i'm freaking out is because of puberty". he didn't say anything. i then thought that i didn't really say anything, or, if i did say something, he was just so whacked out about it that he didn't say anything. it was just too much to handle. i was really starting to go crazy, i just wasn't functioning correctly. i don't know if i just couldn't handle the bud that we smoked, or i'd just NEVER smoked bud before, and that was my first high! lol (not really, i've definatly been stoned before, just never smoked anything that strong). i know one thing, i'm definatly never smoking weed again... *knocks on wood*...
this story, inpaticular, happened about 2 or 3 years ago. i haven't smoked weed in about 4 or 5 months.