my_drug_experience User24 Well, I'm now going to take my usual amount of weed and talk you through it. This should be fun ;) As usual, I'm quite excited about getting high, a real feeling of anticipation, I'm almost shaking (though that's probally due to the cold (it half eleven at night, no heating and I'm sitting here in just a T-shirt)) I have about an inch square of generic, bog standard weed resin in front of me, well over half an ounce, it was an ounce originally, but, of course, I've been smoking it. I'm using a large pipe, similar to a bong, so the effects will be greater and come on quicker than when smoking joints. I've now burnt off a fair amount, crumbled it into my pipe, so here we go... It's taken about a minute to feel the first effects, and I'm only about half way through the smoke. The only thing I can really feel so far is a burning throat (3 mins in) Finished smoking, the preliminary effects are coming into play, mild confusion (what am I typing again?) My typing is becoming worse and worse (I originally spelt 'worse' as 'qridr'!) the physical effects are just starting now, 5 mins in (slight dizzyness, mild loss of hand - eye co-ordination) - but then the physical effects are less with this weed anyway (the last bit of weed I got made me lose control of my arms and legs - random muscle spasms at one-second intervals!) paranoia has set in big style, not helped at all by the presence of a police helicopter RIGHT over head, literally shining it's searchlight into my study window! I'm sure it's not me they're after, we get them all the time over here, but it is worrying. Which is interesting, because I know that it is completely impossible for them to be after me, but yet it still worries me - irrational paranoia, one of the more odd effects of weed. Physical effects are coming into play more as well, I'm feeling short of breath. 030319 ... User24 And finally, after 12 minutes, the desired effects has been reached - Severe thoughtfullness. (I just had a revelation about breaking a cipher I've been working on recently, and now have confirmed my beliefs about it even more.) Euphoria is peeking around the corner, too, sudden inexplicable periods of total and extreme happiness, along with unexplained giggling fits, a feeling of immense pleasure with oneself. Just spent about 30 seconds re-reading this, and, unnoticed to myself, was also repeatedly cracking my knuckles - another odd effect it seems to have on me. My obsessive/compulsive tendancies are showing themselves a little more now, I'm fiddling with everything on me, scratching and itching, which is a bit weird. My eyes are getting dry, a sign of de-hydration, along with my mouth, which is feeling sticky. Now is the time I am entering the gates of heaven - all the world is open to me from this point, all of the previous effects were merely appetisers, preparing for the feast ahead of me (don't know where this poetic shit is coming from, by the way, sorry about that!) What I mean is that from now on, I can pick and choose my reality, just close my eyes and I can imagine anything - this is the really good part of weed, all the previous effects are boring, I just notice them more when stoned, now, I can visualise anything I want, to the exact detail. When I get very stoned, I don't even have to close my eyes. Euphoria just burst in there, shaking my whole body with pleasure - arcing up my back. (27 mins in now) Just spent a minute thinking. In fact I can't stop thinking now, so I'm going to have to stop explaining how I'm thinking, and start writing what I'm thinking: Weed is like landing on a new country; you can stand in one place and go "wow, this place is so cool", or you can explore and say "wow, this place is cool" The difference between the two is simple: person a, who stays in one place, will feel exactly the same as person b, who explores, but only for the first few trips to the country, after which he will feel bored. person b, however, will continue exploring on every trip he goes on, and so, it will take much longer to get bored, and he'll find out many new thigns on the way. And once he's done everything, he can do it again to reminisce. Likewise with weed, if you only do the same thing each time with weed (I mean mentally, not physically) you'll soon write it off, but if you try new things out with it each time, you'll see it's full potential. It's now 35 minutes in, I just spent about 3 of them slowly leaning from one side to the other, peering very intently at the floor from a bizarre angle, at one point. My brain seems to be slow at doing simple things, and very fast at doing complicated things - eg I just spent a minute trying to work out the difference, in minutes between 11:38 and 12:13 (to see how long it's been) but just before that, was thinking about some very deep topics, such as thinking about how dope affects my thoughts, whether it slows my thoughts down, so that they become misplaced, and somewhat random, or does it speed them up, so that whatever it is that processes my thoughts cannot keep up with them, also producing the same effect? I've also just been thanking my thoughts for being there, and being nice to me, and generally helping me through life. Yes I hear voices in my head, but they think like I do, I can understand what they're saying, and most of the time I agree with them (if you think I'm mad, ask yourself this: how many time have I heard people talking whilst thinking, saying something, and stopping in mid sentance and saying " no hang on, that doesn't make sense"? It's just peoples thoughts having conversations with themselves, you listen in on them and decide which one you agree with. I think there's 2 or 3 distinct personalities in my head, or maybe there's a whole rabble of them, and also a sort of doorman, controlling which thoughts are allowed in my head and which aren't? Hehe. There's a whole colony of space aliens in my head, telling me what to think. (I'm taking the piss at this point, I might add) Anyway enough frivolity Back to the serious discussion of how high I am. very. probally because I'm writing about it, so I'm noticing it more - I'm probally just as high as on previous nights, just that on previous nights, I'd be busy philosophising by now. You know, I really wouldn't care if I knew that there was something else making me think and it's not coming from 'me' - I believe that most of what we are, in fact possibly everything, except our thoughts, and whatever they are contained in, is simply physical, it rots when we're dead, and the atoms are re-used to create other things. But our thoughts are extra-physical - beyond our bodies, perhaps, they exist without any physical needs - the comatised patient still thinks, the dead body, too? I've just re-read that paragraph, and apologise for the humorous juxtaposition - talking about how I'd have been philosophising by now, and by the very next few words off I go chatting about the nature of thought. 1 hour, 1 minute in, the effects, as you can possibly tell, are getting more intense still. A two minute thoughtless pause, and then a sudden desire for more weed, encompanied by a mild anxiety about being too tired to get up for work tomorrow, a slight feeling of pleasure when I look out of the window and see the town sprawled out ahead of me, a black outline against a purple sky. (yup, you heard it folks, he thinks the sky is purple at midnight.) giggles again, now, maybe it's wearing off already? I did have a little less than usual. In fact, usually, I have about half as much again as tonight, and then around tonight's amount later on, effectively, therefore, I have taken about 2 and a half times less today than, for instance, yesterday. (From now on, call me prefessor...) A porcelain elephant on the windowsill just looked like a rabbit for a second, the first minor hallucination of tonight, that was fun. My mouth now tastes foul, so I'm off to get some more coke (that's cola, not cocaine, in case you were wondering...) Another slight visual, My computer monitor seems to be firing tiny golden fireworks out of the screen. That was cool. That's better, my mouth is nice again. I think I'm going to go to bed, it's very cold, and I am quite tired, in bed I can warm up and think, while slowly falling asleep. Sorry to cut this short, but you know how it is. That was fun, I'll have to do it again sometime. Maybe I could start a whole website for stoned people, where you simply skin up, log in, and type about it. I'm sure hundreds of people would love to, and it'd also be a good resource for people to learn common effects from a user's point of view. I might have to do that website. I can hear a faint buzzing noise, somewhere between wasp and bee in pitch. It's very annoying. (And yes, there is a difference between the way a wasp sounds and the way a bee sounds - I had a wasps nest in the roof above my bedroom when I was younger - I've had a very good ear for buzzing noises ever since. I hate wasps, don't mind bees, and detest mosquitos. I simply cannot sleep when one's in the room. It must be captured and released, removed from the premsies by other means, or die. In fact, mosquitos are the only thing I feel no remorse for killing mainly because I am, as they say, shit scared of the little bastards, which somehow justifies my killing them. Don't quite know why! It appears I am not in bed yet. How very odd. It's now 1:12AM, I can't work out how many hours/minutes that is since 11:38PM. Thanks for listening, I hope someone find's it interesting! 030319 ... User24 jesus christ. that was my longest blathe ever. 030319 ... minnesota_chris sounds like stonertalk 030319 ... cube I was a bit surprised at my own reaction while reading that piece. I gave that lifestyle up for my woman a few years back. I'd been smoking for so long I didn't really expect to be able to stay away but, I have. I was expecting to enjoy reading about your trip, to enjoy the camaraderie of shared past experiences. Instead, by the end I was thankful I'd given it up. I was lamenting all the time and money I'd wasted, lo those many years. I understand completely the euphoria and realize too what a powerful addiction it is. The danger lies not in physical addiction but, for the active mind, the release from boredom and the rebirth in the joy of the mundane. You will accomplish much less over the course of an all too brief existence and find yourself having to make up time lost in persuit of - nothing at all... ³ 030320 ... unhinged dope but sometimes i don't want to pursue anything. i just want to be. and be happy. 030320 ... User24 I agree with you cube, the danger is in finding an all too easy release from boredom. However, my description was not of an an average trip of mine, I think because I focused on analysing the effects, rather than enjoying them, it came across differently to my usual trips, of course, it is impossible to portray the feelings of being stoned in words alone, and I'm not even sure if it can be done. I was trying to give an objective view of being high, not simply saying "wow, man, I'm so stoned", which gives no insight, but instead saying, this effect is happening, and now this one, and so on. I still believe that weed is fun, and good for you, in moderation. 030321 ... User24 I certainly prefer it to alcohol, which clouds the mind and the body. 030321 ... jane that was quite interesting... a couple of years ago i had some cocaine in my possession (okay, i bought it) because i wanted to try it once. i thought about it for a really long time before i tried it...talked to a lot of people who had already done it. finally one day i decided to do it because i might as well, and i decided to write down my experience. it starts in moderately normal handwriting and becomes increasingly more jagged and angular. i don't know if it turned out exactly as i expected, but here it is: 5.4.01 i just did coke and my hands are shaking...my mouth is falling asleep (right now it's just the tip of my tongue and a little bit of my upper lip and a little of my bottom lip and of course my right nostril 6.13.01