I remember the first time I got high, I hated it. I don't know if it was the marijuana or me, but it was horrible. I hit the bowl a good number of times, and it was all cool for a while. But then I started getting very hot and sweaty, then that changed into cold and shivering. I was sitting in a chair thinking I was hearing things below me and above me, I thought people were around me when I was alone. I was so paranoid about everything, I even thought a cat was watching me accusingly. Needless to say it took me a while to smoke weed again, but now that I've had good experiences out weigh that one, it's all good EDIT: ps if anyone could possibly tell me why I was like that, it would be appreciated.
Yea you just got really fucking blazed and you weren't used to it since it was your first time so you got scared and that led to the anxiety involved with the wave of paranoia.
Ah yes, the first high. My first high is a memory that will follow me to my grave. Me and couple friends, on a cold january night, we sat on the bleachers in front of the high school track. Smoked out a beautiful blue bong. and we smoked a crazy amount. A good way into our session, an intense runner bolted onto the track. We moved the graveyard in the woods behind he bleachers. I remember one of my friends, who got up there faster than I, started to chase me around the graveyard as we finished up. Before I knew it, I basically blacked out. Moments later, my friends were carrying me out of the graveyard, as I kept saying: "I'm so high, I'm so high, I'm so high". And then we walked like 2 miles eating hot fries, stopped at Nathan's, then walked up to my friends house, baked again in his room, went downstairs, ate, played video games, listened to the dead, and it was awesome. Few highs I have experienced I have appreciated so much I wanted to relive them. This was one of them. You're first high probably went bad cause you weren't totally used to it. I had smoked MJ before : gotten a little buzzed, not totally high. This was the one that hit me like a freight train, but I still loved. It wasn't scary, because we were on a noisy, busy street, so it wasn't like silence in the woods, then a twig snaps and you freak out. It wasn't sickening, cause we were never even in danger of getting in trouble, and my parents never even knew about it. It felt natural, like a rebirth. I really need to smoke some weed now.
I wish I could relive the first few months I started toking. It was nuts... I remember my friend and I hitting a socket up in a tree with matches. It was all we had and it was my first time smoking. I didn't get high but the next day I did. I quit for a while after that but then picked it up after a few weeks and started doing it every day. Those first few months were so much fun... What I wouldn't do to go back and relive some of those moments.
First time I got high... 5th grade. Dad left his stash out and I learned how to smoke by watching him for a couple weeks before that. I took his bong,got his scissors and cut me up a bowl, including seeds and stems. Packed it, took a baby hit and thought I was going to die, I finished like 1 more hit until I was already humongously baked. Then I went into my room and thought I was going to be sick. After the sickness passed, I got hungry as hell and ate, and ate, and ate...
Yes, that's probably it. I was raised in a Christian home which I never followed, but I love my mother to death so I think I felt like I was letting her down. But she knows I smoke now and she accepts it, so it's all good.
The first time i got high i smoked a skimpy joint with my 2 friends it was ok then the like 2 days later my friend invited me to his house to blaze and we smoked a little over a dime. it was crazy i could barley walk
It was spring 1977,met up with a couple of friends in some local woods,one of them had some gold,we burned two bowls,no screen(don't ask how I remember),we got fucking wasted. 30 years now,never looked back.
My first few times were full-blown psychedelic. My thoughts were racing so damn fast that my internal monologue didn't sound like my own and my "true self" separated from this terrified, baked, paranoid high school kid. It was incredible. Wish I could still get as high as that Oh well, tonight I might smoke enough to get near to that level. I have a lot of dank.