Like I said, at this point I'm pretty sure I've never actually been high until this week. Whatever effects I had in high school weren't it. Nor all the gummies and shit I tried in the last month.
If what I had today is just "high" and includes hallucinations, travelling to different planes of consciousness, and existential crises, I'm not sure how the fuck people would handle doing it daily.
If it's more like two days ago where I just get super euphoric, floaty, and relaxed, then yeah, give me more of that.
You should feel floaty, euphoric and numb in a way. You may or may not get paranoid, I don't.. but a lot so. But hallucinations makes me think you smoked some weird shit.
Usually when I get high I play guitar and write WILD shit.
If what I had today is just "high" and includes hallucinations, travelling to different planes of consciousness, and existential crises, I'm not sure how the fuck people would handle doing it daily.
I'm betting you didn't actually experience any of those things - you just thought you did because you were absolutely spaced out, my man. It's a common thing when you get omega-blasted. I've been there myself. Swore up and down that certain things happened during some wild concert trips, only to later see my buddy's recordings and realize maybe 2% of what I remembered actually occurred.
Just enjoy the ride. For me, the "paranoia" is almost the fun part - it shows me what I'm actually worried about or need to work on. And honestly, it only ever kicks in when I smoke too fast or too much at once instead of pacing and metering the THC. Every so-called "bad" trip I've ever had came from that exact thing - taking way too big of a hit or smoking way too quickly.
So apparently I've never actually been high before. The other day I took a bong hit, felt okay, and took an edible a bit later. I think maybe my THC receptors just weren't working, but it finally activated them. It all sort of clicked and made it easier to understand why people get high. I boarded a fucking rocket ship and took off into space.
Whatever I'd been doing before essentially was just getting me buzzed. Which was fine, but yeah, probably not worth the money. Took another bong hit a couple hours before bed and reboarded the rocket ship basically until 30 minutes after I woke up.
And then this morning happened. I packed a smaller bowl, but I feel like I hadn't really been getting good hits and my highs were very weak (the other night notwithstanding). Despite the smaller bowl, I wanted to really make sure I inhaled well this time. I didn't realize THC could be psychedelic, but I went on a fucking trip. And it was a bad one.
I don't remember exactly how it started, but at some point I decided to put some headphones on and that listening to music would be a good idea. I saw the colors of songs and they were fucking dancing for me. I was transporting to different places I'd heard the music before, like I was in an entirely different plane of existence. And then, the messages in the songs started. I started freaking out a bit because the songs were becoming too real and transporting me places I didn't want to go.
My wife is on a trip with her mom, and I started panicking that something was wrong because I had texted her this morning and she hadn't answered. And the Life360 app said she hadn't moved. So I'm thinking the worst, but can't figure out what I should do. So I just search for "news" in the search bar, laugh at myself, and then give up. But for the rest of the next 2 hours I was worried something happened, my brain was connected via this trip (third eye), and that was the only way I knew about it. Also the entire time I kept telling myself about how this was going to be a journey and I was acutely aware that I was high and this would eventually wear off, but I also started doubting myself.
Started closing shit and threw off my headphones. Went outside to get some fresh air and started having an existential crisis about whether I was the real me or...the other me that was there. And then they started multiplying and I felt like my brain was overheating. And then I started thinking that I had to get inside and throw this weed away because it was too powerful. But at the same time, I can't close the door on this place where I can time travel via songs, and it'd be nice to have the option of coming back. I decided I was way too high to make that kind of impactful decision.
Came back inside and looked up how to deal with a bad trip. Reading it seemed to ground me a bit. Then I went around the house just kind of in a daze, thought I might throw up, didn't, laid on the bathroom floor a while, then pet my dog for what felt like a half hour. I laid on the floor in the fetal position starting to wonder if the simulation was collapsing on me right now and this was now permanent. At the same time, I knew I was high, but maybe I wasn't. I also started to wonder if the rest of humanity was gone, but I couldn't figure out how to verify it. I finally made it to the couch to pass out.
Now I'm sitting here still half high and wondering if I ever want to do that shit again. It was a lot. I feel like I went on a Timothy Leary self actualization trip from a bong rip and my brain is way too fragile for that shit again.
I didnt want to say anything and get in the way of your pot vision quest but ya I and lots of other people that I have known over the years started out as "wtf even is this shit? I dont feel much, I dont get it". And then at some point it just clicks, your brain feels it, and it's like the Wizard of Oz going from black and white to Technicolor. But my experience was with 90's shwag weed so probably much less intense, lol.
Now that you've unlocked your brain you can start over from square one and have fun with it.
Now that I'm a day and a half removed from it, yeah, I think I was just unprepared for the whole thing. I definitely got way too high, but I don't think I was in the right mental headspace for it which led to some anxiety.
I'm pretty annoyed that people can take half a gummy and get that high. But I'm a little hopeful that my canniboid receptors or whatever are now primed up and my consumption won't have to be so high to get...high.
Edit: Oh, I should also mention it since I started this whole thing for back pain, but after getting zonked out of my brain, I was back pain free until mid-day the next day (so probably 26-28 hours later). Not sure if it was just residual in my system, or I just relaxed enough that it hadn't built back up into pain yet. Either way, good shit.
I had to finally abandon Reddit. The sub I used to talk and shit to people in MI with went full anti-Trump because one of the bigger growers made a Pro-trump post over a year ago and someone brought it up to get them cancelled. Lol. Pretty much it was mostly politics free til today. /Sigh.
