TWISTEDmind
Bluelighter
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i cant smoke weed with other people because it just eats away at my ego and makes me insecure and anxiety and all that bad shit i hate it thats why e is so much better thanks god for that 

Haha, my friend pissed herself the first time she got high cause she was really anxious and didn't know what to expect I guess XD
i hit a gravity bong alone, and then proceeded to watch silent hill alone with 5.1 speakers at 3 am
5 small bowls of headies cleared in single rips off the bong by a friend of mine his first time smoking... He inhaled really fucking hard on the thing and it just went milky, then cleared.... He did another and was like "not feeling it man..." so he did some more, this was some creeper and took a little while to hit him....
But when it did he freaked out a little, he got kind of tripped out started screaming "It hurts to think!" and my stoned ass was just like "stop trying so hard to think".... He eventually did calm down a bit after getting the munchies and some food in his stomach....
My 2nd time smoking was the only time i have almost had a panic attack, i talked myself down from that one though... I full blown tripped out...
No tolerance + a lot of weed in a short amount of time can destroy newbies...
Yeah, those mindfuck moments are the best. I cherish every one, and am constantly trying to have another.
One of the more random ones was, we where chilling on the beach, again in the early hours of the morning, with a little bonfire and all. It was in the middle of this little dune valley, so you couldn't see the sea without poking your head up, but you could see the top of the taller dunes around you. Anyways, somewhere between the bucket bongs we'd pulled out of the tidal pools earlier that day (the ones that come complete with lil fish and sea shrimpy things that we where trying ever so hard to inhale), and a lot of heavy smoking that night, we where all pretty fucked up. It was nearly full moon and cloudy, and there was enough of a breeze to be blowing the clouds passed fairly fast and thats where the first mindfuck came in. You'd be staring at the clouds and see something almost pop out of the clouds, image wise, and tell your mates. Then they'd almost immediately see it, and see something else, and only on hearing what it was you'd see it too.
Anyways, it was all incredibly chilled until we heard this massive crashing/rolling/cracking sound, loud enough that I was pretty much bracing for the impact of a tsunami (stoner logic, a beach, and one having happened not so long ago elsewhere). After I'd come to the realisation that no, I wasn't submerged in a couple million tons worth of water, we popped our heads up out of the valley thing only to find the left overs of a tree all of 5 meters away. Turns out the tree had come loose thanks to erosion and come down the dune.
Summer, beaches and weed where made for each other...
Yeah, those mindfuck moments are the best. I cherish every one, and am constantly trying to have another.
One of the more random ones was, we where chilling on the beach, again in the early hours of the morning, with a little bonfire and all. It was in the middle of this little dune valley, so you couldn't see the sea without poking your head up, but you could see the top of the taller dunes around you. Anyways, somewhere between the bucket bongs we'd pulled out of the tidal pools earlier that day (the ones that come complete with lil fish and sea shrimpy things that we where trying ever so hard to inhale), and a lot of heavy smoking that night, we where all pretty fucked up. It was nearly full moon and cloudy, and there was enough of a breeze to be blowing the clouds passed fairly fast and thats where the first mindfuck came in. You'd be staring at the clouds and see something almost pop out of the clouds, image wise, and tell your mates. Then they'd almost immediately see it, and see something else, and only on hearing what it was you'd see it too.
Anyways, it was all incredibly chilled until we heard this massive crashing/rolling/cracking sound, loud enough that I was pretty much bracing for the impact of a tsunami (stoner logic, a beach, and one having happened not so long ago elsewhere). After I'd come to the realisation that no, I wasn't submerged in a couple million tons worth of water, we popped our heads up out of the valley thing only to find the left overs of a tree all of 5 meters away. Turns out the tree had come loose thanks to erosion and come down the dune.
Summer, beaches and weed where made for each other...
I've had panic attacks on it before, its one of the more anxiogenic drugs I've had, although I'm prone to it I reckon.