Alright so here's my story. I know you guys probably could give a shit, but I figured it may help with my internet diagnosis, even though I think what was already said is correct...
So I'm with 2 of my closest friends at their house when one of them pulls out some dank ass bud and asks if I want to lose my (weed) virginity tonight. I contemplated pussying out, but I've been around potheads for the better half of the last decade and had never taken so much as a hit before. So I said fuck it, lets smoke. The 3 of us then went outside with 4 nugs of dank purp (I think, I'm not the most educated on weed strains), my friends bowl and a lighter. Behind the house they started lighting up and did the whole puff puff pass shit. After about 3 hits for each of us we repacked. We repacked a total of probably 3 or 4 times before going in, but I was STILL not feeling even the slightest bit high while they were stoned off their asses.
So we go inside and, remembering that many people don't get high their first time, I decided to say fuck it I'll just try to act a little high to have a good time with my friends. I remember sitting down on the floor and looking at my arms just laughing for no reason, but I didn't feel any different. I then got up, laid on the bed and looked up my favorite music video on my friends tablet. I started to sing along and that's when it hit me like a punch in the face. It felt like I melted into the screen and I blacked out. The next thing I know I'm freaking the fuck out. My friends thought I was having an asthma attack or something. I begged them to turn on the light and I got up and started twitching and nearly crying. I hugged them (no homo) while they told me everythings going to be ok to calm me down. It was literally the scarriest thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. Not because I was in danger or anything, I mean I've had some fucked up shit happen to me on the streets, but the scary part was the unknown feeling and the fear that I would never escape the feeling.
I then begged my friends to stay up and talk to me all night (stong wtf, right?) and they agreed. Of course, they were tired as hell though and that only lasted for maybe 2 hours max before they both fell asleep on me, but while we were talking I remember asking them questions I already knew the answer to to calm myself down. For example, I asked my friend who I have known for almost 18 years how many brothers he had...
Once they had fallen asleep I spent the rest of the night panicking, pacing back and forth in my friends bedroom touching everything and reassuring myself that it would all end in the morning. I specifically recall checking my phone literally every minute. I found comfort in time passing because, in my head it meant one minute closer to the high being over. After about 5 hours of this weird ass behavior, I got tired of it and went to bed.
When I woke up in the morning (Thanksgiving Day) I was not high anymore and felt very good. Still a little out of it, but in a good state of mind. I laughed the night before off and prepared for a nice day with my family. I drove home and started getting this weird feeling, but I brushed it off as withdrawal. I took a shower and got ready for dinner. The minute I stepped into the car to go to my grandmother's house, it hit me again. Quicker than a snap of the fingers, I was feeling the EXACT same trip that I thought had wore off 12 hours earlier. I was tripping and freaking out. Sitting next to my closest family members and not being able to act like you're not on drugs REALLY sucks! People were talking to me, but I wasn't understanding what they were saying. I was zoning out into people's eyes. I got scared at one point because my grandmother's cat kept staring at me and I thought it was going to attack me. Well somehow I managed to survive Thanksgiving without anyone calling me out on being high, but I'm sure they figured it out. I just told them I was tired.
By the time I had gone home, the trip was wearing off again so I decided to call it a night and laid down. Big mistake. It felt as if my hands were melting into my bed and I began hallucinating. By 10:00pm Thanksgiving night, another trip began to hit me, and this was the worst one because I was alone. Unlike the other two, during this trip my mind was blank. I literally thought I had gone mentally retarded or mentally insane. The only thing I did until 3 in the morning was twitch, freak out and sit on my bathroom toilet. I eventually got the courage to go to bed again.
Yesterday was a lot better. I woke up tripping again, but it was less than half of the strength of the other two. I calmed myself down by mid afternoon and spent the rest of the night on the computer.
Today I woke up in the middle of the night with another possible panic attack, but I calmed myself down and it went away in less than 10 minutes. I got out of bed about 4 hours ago and haven't felt anything scary yet today. The worst thing today was zoning out into the computer screen and catching myself. A weird feeling, but something I do sober anyway. I still feel somwhat numb, like my senses are fucked up. Sometimes when I walk into a room I think how the fuck did I get here, but it's getting better. Definitely rethinking my views on weed from now on. I don't have anything against it, but the shit that I smoked did not agree with my system.
-Smoke 3-4 bowls of dank purp
-Feel nothing at first, but it hits me hard after watching a music video (felt like I was fading into the screen)
-I freak out and nearly cry in front of my friends
-They calm me down, but not much
-For the rest of the night I'm afraid of screens and the dark, but I find comfort in mirrors (because I can see myself I guess?) and clocks.
-I wake up with no high, laugh the night before off
-Start tripping worse than before the minute I step into the car to go to Thanksgiving Dinner with my family
-I trip like CRAZY during dinner, don't eat much and began to wonder if I was on LSD
-I go home and lay down, but it felt like I was melting into the bed
-I spend the rest of the night twitching, freaking the fuck out and sitting on my bathroom toilet scared.
-I wake up tripping again, but eventually calm myself down.
-I spend all day on the computer
-Feeling numb still, like my senses are messed up, but not as bad as before
-Wondering when it will go away completely. When will it?