Dboi87
Well-Known Member
I remember the first time smoking... I was so fucking high that I saw the world moving like in a slow motion strobe light fashion. Does that even make sense? It took me waaaay to long to make a sandwich. I was so unaware of what I was experiencing that I didn't even feel nervous around my parents. I "was tired" as far as I told them. I took a long shower and knocked out.
After that, it was a wrap. I remember my friends and I reasoning that "well it doesn't seem that bad. As long as we're not getting high all the time like on a school night on a random Wednesday, what's the big deal?"
Two weeks later, we were high all the time. I loved it. I have no clue that there were different kinds of weed with different highs and profiles and all that jazz. There was good weed, shitty weed, and great weed. I loved all weed.
Side note: we are from the Chicago land area. Back when I started smoking I was a sophomore in high school. It was around 2003-2004. Most people in highly populated areas smoked regs (brick weed). The beautiful type of pot seen here was rare.
Let me get to a point... For 4 years straight, there was no such thing as a bad high. There was never a wrong time. It was always enjoyable.
Eventually I ran into legal troubles and was on probation for 2 years. Since I finished my probation period, I've started smoking again, but it's never been the same. More than half the time I smoke, I end up feeling uneasy/paranoid/anxious...
Had anyone else had this happen? Were you ever able to get back to the carefree days of getting high?
After that, it was a wrap. I remember my friends and I reasoning that "well it doesn't seem that bad. As long as we're not getting high all the time like on a school night on a random Wednesday, what's the big deal?"
Two weeks later, we were high all the time. I loved it. I have no clue that there were different kinds of weed with different highs and profiles and all that jazz. There was good weed, shitty weed, and great weed. I loved all weed.
Side note: we are from the Chicago land area. Back when I started smoking I was a sophomore in high school. It was around 2003-2004. Most people in highly populated areas smoked regs (brick weed). The beautiful type of pot seen here was rare.
Let me get to a point... For 4 years straight, there was no such thing as a bad high. There was never a wrong time. It was always enjoyable.
Eventually I ran into legal troubles and was on probation for 2 years. Since I finished my probation period, I've started smoking again, but it's never been the same. More than half the time I smoke, I end up feeling uneasy/paranoid/anxious...
Had anyone else had this happen? Were you ever able to get back to the carefree days of getting high?
