#first time high

[justeren]

Chronicling my First time weed experience:

First off, I'm writing this all down about an hour and twenty minutes after I took, so some of it so some of my thoughts are based off all side effects I can remember throughout my experience and not when exactly they happened

- Definitely marking down that I'm struggling to write the post because I'll double type the same thought I had twice. Like right now. Moving on

- Delayed memory issues? That im writing about now

- the text looks weird, was the question mark always not curved at the top? Currently it looks like a flat top like an exponential line curve. Meanwhile the normally question mark icon is curved at the top. I think I'm just realizing maybe the font is different from my keyboard

- anyways, my mental barriers I normally have up? Like how they're usually meant to relax the person and quiet their thoughts? Well I think my body or mind is realizing this but it's working Double time to fight against it

- I normally have a stigma against the "munchies" part of the weed stoner stereotype, like I just didn't find it funny so I guess I'm like actively fighting against it because my body wants to eat snacks but my mind is going "No." And refuse to get food

- I'm very much trying to chronicle everything to fight against the whole not remembering things/being forgetful

- dry/irritated eyes which definitely are giving me the red eyes look

- the whole "silencing the thoughts" is partially kicking in where you normally think ahead of what you're gonna say or type but that's still there even if it's mute so it's hard to passively remember my thoughts once it passes so I gotta actively work to get them out or else I'll forget

- I'm experiencing waves of tiredness to being very awake and alert which are interesting going back and forth from the perceived mood

- my "FOV" kinda like increased? Or rather has a very faint fish eye effect going on where my focus is definitely more narrower in the middle and my eyes are zoomed out the further you go out to "see more at once"

- I guess I'm kinda afraid? To fall into any sort of stereotypes since I'm not really a "label" person, I don't like labels being applied to me or falling into any sort of preconceived notions so I wanna fight against falling into that

- feels like my frames per second/Fps or refresh rate? Is kinda delayed like I notice the words appear slower than I'm typing them or even like the whole isn't instantly in the line it slowly lights up into view

- I forgot my friends ethnicity, like if they were full this one thing I know they are, or are part something something so I had to ask em cause I genuinely forgot

+ I feel like the hallucinations part moreso comes from when you close your eyes into complete darkness and you try to like make shapes in the darkness? Anyways I feel like the hallucinations is moreso just you experiencing that feel but more actively? I'd say, or more aware of how it looks/works so it's like woahhh look at all those effects

- man my typing is getting worse, thanks to the fov effects and forgetting my thoughts at times

- some dizziness while trying to stand or walk causing me to stumble a bit. No nausea at least

- my dry fecking eyes

- struggling to focus on one thing at once, both thought wise and eye vision focus wise

- my brain really wants to reward the dopamine of eating snacks

+ I kinda don't want to because I wanna soberly enjoy my dopamine so I can keep the memories of it like yay :)

- apparently the whole munchies and being more aware of your drying eyes or mouth is your brain supposedly being more in tune with your body's response and needs/feelings

- some dark hallucinations I'm having: I see eyes like realistic eyes in a checkered pattern going by diagonally as it slowly splits into more patterns as it shrinks/zooms out effect going towards the middle

- I'm having a too big brain overthinking moment where it's like I'm noticing the mistakes I wrote while writing some sentences earlier in the post and I wanted to fix them but then I thought nah I'll keep it since it's more authentic but then I thought what if people will think I just wrote it on purpose to try and "fake validate" that notion but then I thought if I fixed it then they won't think it's something that actually happened and now if I go back on it I'll keep coming up with some unforeseen reason that what ever decision I make, that whoever sees it will just believe I did it for an ill begone reason. My brain works in weird loops/spiral

- my mind is finally letting me eat or enjoy food but I'm still writing this post so can't full indulge in it just yet

- I'm trying to be the most aware and judging if my usual actions or thoughts are normally in line with who I am or not or if it's like an accentuated feature or addon in my normal behaviors

- I wanna watch Jerma on the tv

- yeesh I kinda feel nauseous all of a sudden and aware of any possible tooth pains ougf

- the nightmare nightmare nightmare nightmare sequence is starting:tm:

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- my wife put eye drops in my eyes :) thanks love you

I'm not quite sure how to tag this post or how much talk of stuff like this is censored or whatever so uh enjoy my thoughts. I'm not sure if I will when I'm sober in the future and read back on it

[starsonmarsy]

i feel like ive discovered thr secrets to life but also sleepy

[karmic-vibes]

Lately I Feel Like I’ve Been Losing My Mind

prompt: Steve getting high for the first time; this specific tweet

cw: drug use (weed), underage drinking, paranoia, out of body sensations

wc: 1k

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“And you’re sure it’s safe?” Steve asked.

“Yes, dude, positive. I know the dealer personally,” Eddie explained. “Just take one square and you’ll be fine.”

“What if I don’t feel anything?” Eddie glared at him, raising a brow. “Should I take another or…”

“Are you joking?”

“No… should I be?”

“No, Steve.” Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Do not, under any circumstances, take another square. No, no, absolutely not.”

“Why not? I mean, if I don’t feel anything then shouldn’t I just take more?”

“That’s such a rookie mistake, Harrington. You take one and wait for it to kick in. If it doesn’t, then keep waiting.”

“Yeah, but–”

“For Christ’s sake, just take a damn square!”

Eddie practically broke a piece off from the chocolate bar and shoved it into Steve’s mouth. He held his hand over the boy’s lips to keep him from spitting it out. He felt Steve purse his lips and gag—the shitty chocolate didn’t do much to hide the taste of the skunky substance. Once he felt him swallow, he wiped Steve’s excess saliva on his pants and smacked him on the back.

“Alright, call me if you need me.”

“I-I’m not staying? I can’t stay?” Steve whispered.

“No, dude, I have shit I need to do. But you have my number. I’m just a phone call away. You should start to feel the onset in about two hours and once you start to feel it, the high should last for about four or five. Questions?”

“I, uh, um–”

“No? Great, pleasure doing business with you. Bye. Get out of my house.”

“Um… okay…”

Steve awkwardly left Eddie’s trailer, clamoring into his BMW, and making his way home. He pulled into the empty driveway—shocker, his parents weren’t home. He collected his belongings and headed inside, setting up shop in the living room, making himself comfortable for the night.

He ordered a pizza, popped in a movie, and waited for the magic to happen.

Nearly two hours in, he still hadn’t felt anything. Top Gun was coming to an end and Steve was getting increasingly furious with Eddie. Fucker sold me lemons—fucking duds! he thought. He got up from the couch to rewind the tape and pop in his next one (The Breakfast Club), but the room started spinning.

He fell back onto the couch, head hung back, mouth agape, as everything hit him at once. His head felt lighter than a cloud. Tingles traveled down each of his limbs, starting at the top of his head and ending at the tip of his toes.

Fishhooks pinched the corners of his mouth, pulling his lips into a Cheshire smile. The room began to spin—if it was from the actual drugs or him just moving for the first time in two hours, he’d never know.

He relished in the new bodily sensations as the drugs took over his system. For the first time in his life, his mind was quiet. It was free. He was able to relax as he melded into the cushions of his parent’s sofa. Lord, he could stay like that forever.

It completely slipped his mind to pop in a new movie—he wasn’t reminded until the tv flashed a bright blue screen as the VHS tape slid out of the VCR. Steve giggled as he rolled off the couch, crawling his way to the entertainment center. He slid the same exact tape in, laughing when it kept spitting it back out.

He wasn’t sure how much time was passing—quite frankly, he didn’t care. It wasn’t until he was flat on his back, staring up at the living room chandelier. The room was spinning in one direction as his body spun in the other. A knot of nausea was quickly building in his stomach as the tingling quickly became more and more intense.

He tried sitting up, but was knocked back down with the weight of his own body. He felt like a million pounds.

The tingling sensation rang throughout him, quickly traveling up to his face. Like a thousand ants marching from his toes to his nose. The tingling quickly turned to numbing as it crowded around his entire left side. He turn over to see his reflection in the glass of the entertainment unit—he swore on Dustin’s mother that the left side of his face sunk in. He felt paralyzed as his body buzzed.

He laced it, that bastard, Steve thought. I’m gonna die from laced weed, holy fucking shit.

Drool pooled on his carpet as he laid there, forced to watch time slowly tick by. Around one in the morning, he finally regained some feeling back into his body. He wobbled over to the phone hanging in the kitchen—he dialed Eddie’s number and awaited an answer.

“Hello?” A groggy voice answered.

“Munson,” Steve seethed.

“Oh, hey, Harrington. How’re you feeling?”

“Dude, you laced my shit.”

“What? No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did!”

“No, Harrington, I didn’t. Trust me, it would’ve been a lot more expensive. Fent isn’t cheap, y’know.”

“Then how come I had a seizure and a stroke?”

“A seize… what? No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did!”

“No, you didn’t, Stevie. If you did, you wouldn’t be talking to me right now.”

“Then how come I couldn’t feel the left side of my body? A-And why did my whole body tingle? And why couldn’t I talk, huh?”

“You had a body high, Steve,” Eddie yawned. “‘s normal for your first time.”

“And the not being able to talk?”

“Cotton mouth. Means you just left your mouth open too long. Any more questions?”

“I… no…”

“Alright, then I’m going back to bed. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll have you smoke next time.”

[fullsunberry]

i’m high rn.. what’s the best kpop mv to watch

[livingalonewithonlymygayness]

Am I already stoned? Is this how you feel like when being high? I don't think that I am high already! *Has biggest laughflash ever*

[roguestarsailor]

Wtf I am high??? Off a delicious edible! I ate too much and my stomach feels like it’s going to burst but my mouth says I should eat more!! I hate this feeling actually and I feel so tired and sluggish. My eyes are so droopy and I just want to languish. I want to sleep but my belly hurts and my brain still alive!! Holy shit

[dark-bell]

now i get why everyone always wants to get high

[lordhunt]

The first time he ever hit a bong, he proceeded to pass out in McDonald's