Expansion420
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So given my rather extensive past with MDMA, the other day while I was helping out a friend with an acquisition, as I do, I pocketed the bonus 70mg my trusted source had thrown into the bag. Having confidence in myself and my familiarity with the effects of MDMA, and given the understanding of my daily work routine (involving orally administered cannabis extracts), I thought nothing of taking this bonus score before work the following day.
MISTAKE, idiot!
I had failed to take into consideration my last time with MDMA, which was December 28th, 2013- a week shy of four months since. So much time between dosing had led to a drastic increase in the way my body reacted to the drug.
Disclaimer- This is the exact same MDMA as it was in the past. I have an extremely safe and trusted source with consistent quality assurance. In the past, I was a poly-substance abuser. Some of my favorites included LSD, MDMA, DMT, clonazepam, amphetamines, and opioids.
Now, I am an electrician apprentice. I am off the books, luckily, as I work within my own family business. As the apprentice, it's my job to run out to the work truck just for a wire nut or a finishing washer or a screw. I aid in my dad's installations and learn as I go. I am required to be attentive, focused, and occasionally am assigned my own tasks involving the assembly/installation of electrical devices and mechanical wiring.
As you can imagine, this job requires sobriety. As a medical marijuana patient, I have formulated my own way to resist my urge to smoke during work hours by encapsulating my Golden Honey Elixir and taking it every four hours. This allows me to focus and perform adequately on the job.Choosing to dose even 70mg of MDMA casually as if it were a morning vitamin; that was a moment of my former-self escaping me. While weighing out some capsules for a friend, I got sidetracked from reality for a moment, and that mentality carried over to the morning, when I took the cap without a second thought. This mindset actually continued through to the point when I noticed my first signs of a come-up. Then, things got ugly.
I was standing promptly aside my father while he was "operating" on the wiring component of a boiler. To paint the picture:
"Scalpel"
-"scalper, doctor." *hands dad screwdriver*
This is essentially how I feel on most days. Also known as a "gopher" or a "go-for".
An hour and a half after dosing, and I started to become very antsy. The normal suppression of time I experience while medicated with my elixir is something I have grown used to and fond of, but this time I could not resist looking at the clock every minute or so! By the two hour mark, I was restless. Now sweating, every transaction between my father and I was agitating and loathsome. In retrospect, I think it's because all I really wanted to do was burst out into appreciative conversation and explain my interests in anything and everything. But I couldn't, because I was in the basement of an open restaurant repairing the boiler as a legitimate technician. This clashing of emotions within my reasoning was making for an extremely unpleasant come-up. I just wanted to leave. I wanted to go home. I hated the fact that I had done this. What was I even thinking?
These thoughts persisted throughout my lunch break, two and a half hours after dosing. When I arrived home (since the job was close to home, I went there for lunch), immediately I showered with my girlfriend. The shower was nice, but afterwards as I lay on my bed naked, all I wanted to do was stay home. I decided to smoke a hit of OG from the bong to attempt to calm myself down. It worked, but only for a moment. I had anxiety about the inevitability of returning to the basement to work on a boiler when I just wanted to roll around in my comfy bed with my girlfriend and pet my dog.
My girlfriend offered me an anxiety-relief-bowl. A hit of blue dream topped with some dimethyltryptamine. I immediately accepted, and took the toke. Wow. This was brilliant! The amount of DMT was not break-through worthy, but just enough to immediately transport my worries elsewhere. I decided to get dressed and go outside to enjoy the sun.
A couple cigarettes, loud music blasting from my bedroom window, and a hula-hoop was all I needed to relax. As I enjoyed the sounds of Rubblebucket, I simultaneously savored the final moments of my lunch break. With this newfound acceptance, my girlfriend encouraged me to channel this positive energy I was experiencing into my work performance, and that I did. When I returned, I was cracking jokes with my dad, helping tremendously, and I even learned a few things.
The moral to my story is to ALWAYS remember to know yourself and never push your own limits.
If I were to have somehow been exposed, I could have lost my job. And for 70mg of molly, that ain't worth it
Has anyone had any similar experiences with confidence? Have you taken too much molly and things got weird? I have some other stories of overdose experiences (200mg+) where things got extremely crazy haha but I would like to hear from everybody.
MISTAKE, idiot!
I had failed to take into consideration my last time with MDMA, which was December 28th, 2013- a week shy of four months since. So much time between dosing had led to a drastic increase in the way my body reacted to the drug.
Disclaimer- This is the exact same MDMA as it was in the past. I have an extremely safe and trusted source with consistent quality assurance. In the past, I was a poly-substance abuser. Some of my favorites included LSD, MDMA, DMT, clonazepam, amphetamines, and opioids.
Now, I am an electrician apprentice. I am off the books, luckily, as I work within my own family business. As the apprentice, it's my job to run out to the work truck just for a wire nut or a finishing washer or a screw. I aid in my dad's installations and learn as I go. I am required to be attentive, focused, and occasionally am assigned my own tasks involving the assembly/installation of electrical devices and mechanical wiring.
As you can imagine, this job requires sobriety. As a medical marijuana patient, I have formulated my own way to resist my urge to smoke during work hours by encapsulating my Golden Honey Elixir and taking it every four hours. This allows me to focus and perform adequately on the job.Choosing to dose even 70mg of MDMA casually as if it were a morning vitamin; that was a moment of my former-self escaping me. While weighing out some capsules for a friend, I got sidetracked from reality for a moment, and that mentality carried over to the morning, when I took the cap without a second thought. This mindset actually continued through to the point when I noticed my first signs of a come-up. Then, things got ugly.
I was standing promptly aside my father while he was "operating" on the wiring component of a boiler. To paint the picture:
"Scalpel"
-"scalper, doctor." *hands dad screwdriver*
This is essentially how I feel on most days. Also known as a "gopher" or a "go-for".
An hour and a half after dosing, and I started to become very antsy. The normal suppression of time I experience while medicated with my elixir is something I have grown used to and fond of, but this time I could not resist looking at the clock every minute or so! By the two hour mark, I was restless. Now sweating, every transaction between my father and I was agitating and loathsome. In retrospect, I think it's because all I really wanted to do was burst out into appreciative conversation and explain my interests in anything and everything. But I couldn't, because I was in the basement of an open restaurant repairing the boiler as a legitimate technician. This clashing of emotions within my reasoning was making for an extremely unpleasant come-up. I just wanted to leave. I wanted to go home. I hated the fact that I had done this. What was I even thinking?
These thoughts persisted throughout my lunch break, two and a half hours after dosing. When I arrived home (since the job was close to home, I went there for lunch), immediately I showered with my girlfriend. The shower was nice, but afterwards as I lay on my bed naked, all I wanted to do was stay home. I decided to smoke a hit of OG from the bong to attempt to calm myself down. It worked, but only for a moment. I had anxiety about the inevitability of returning to the basement to work on a boiler when I just wanted to roll around in my comfy bed with my girlfriend and pet my dog.
My girlfriend offered me an anxiety-relief-bowl. A hit of blue dream topped with some dimethyltryptamine. I immediately accepted, and took the toke. Wow. This was brilliant! The amount of DMT was not break-through worthy, but just enough to immediately transport my worries elsewhere. I decided to get dressed and go outside to enjoy the sun.
A couple cigarettes, loud music blasting from my bedroom window, and a hula-hoop was all I needed to relax. As I enjoyed the sounds of Rubblebucket, I simultaneously savored the final moments of my lunch break. With this newfound acceptance, my girlfriend encouraged me to channel this positive energy I was experiencing into my work performance, and that I did. When I returned, I was cracking jokes with my dad, helping tremendously, and I even learned a few things.
The moral to my story is to ALWAYS remember to know yourself and never push your own limits.
If I were to have somehow been exposed, I could have lost my job. And for 70mg of molly, that ain't worth it
Has anyone had any similar experiences with confidence? Have you taken too much molly and things got weird? I have some other stories of overdose experiences (200mg+) where things got extremely crazy haha but I would like to hear from everybody.
Thanks for sharing!