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Dumb things to do when paranoid.

I had been using meth, and I was just in boxers. I was sitting with my left foot resting on my right knee for a while. Then when I uncrossed my legs, I noticed the red blotch that was a result. I knew that it was obviously from how I was sitting, but it wasn't fading away! And ya, I kept poking and rubbing it, so my whole leg was getting red from all of the contact. So I became convincved that it was some horrible skin infection, and that given a few hours, my body was going to be covered in them. I frantically searched the internet for about three hours guessing as to what it what be, and posting about it on various health message boards. I even called my doctor's office and left a message on their machine.
 
Redleader said:
I had been using meth, and I was just in boxers. I was sitting with my left foot resting on my right knee for a while. Then when I uncrossed my legs, I noticed the red blotch that was a result. I knew that it was obviously from how I was sitting, but it wasn't fading away! And ya, I kept poking and rubbing it, so my whole leg was getting red from all of the contact. So I became convincved that it was some horrible skin infection, and that given a few hours, my body was going to be covered in them. I frantically searched the internet for about three hours guessing as to what it what be, and posting about it on various health message boards. I even called my doctor's office and left a message on their machine.
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Well what was it?
 
I had shot dope earlier that day, and later on my arm started to hurt severely, like I couldn't twist it but I could bend it - it was a very specific pain, but it was bad.

I went to the hospital later that day, got some pain pills, it went away by the time I walked out the door. No reason to go but I preferred to be safe than sorry.
 
lol @ redleader
that reminds me of one
i had a throat blockage and thought my throat was closing over n demanded someone take me to the hospital..but they laughed at me whilst i was convinced i was dying, rofl.
 
i have one more!

i don't know if its paranoia as much as it is being a meth'd out crazy person but here we go!

i had gone to rave with some friends and rolled BALLS! right as we were about to leave i met this really nice guy who ended up giving me meth. I got back to my friends house and they went to bed and i was sitting on the computer still semi rolling listening to HHC music while they were sleeping. I took the meth and kept on partying. After a few hours i got up to pee and i thought i had my molly on my lap (in fact i saw it on there) and i saw it drop on the floor. I told myself "eh ill just pick it up when i get back everyone's asleep). So i pee and when i get back i notice that its not there. I look up and realize HOLY FUCK MY FRIENDS DOG IS IN THE ROOM!!!! As you can imagine im going nuts thinking "holyfuck my friends dog just ate my molly omg omg omg!!!" i then tear my friends room apart to find that its not there. Now im really freaking out. I read somewhere to put cold towels on the dog so it doesn't overheat and so thats what i did. I tore her room apart and at 6 AM i went hmm well it was in my friends make-up bag lemme check just In case and LOW AND BEHOLD there it was. I then went wait a minute i was hallucinating AHAHAH. My friends woke up at around 8 and went "what the fuck did you do to my room and why the fuck does it smell like wet dog in here?"

i just started busting out laughing and went back to being my zombie meth self ahahahahaha

just so you know the dog was never fed any drugs and is fine. Every time i now look at that dog though the first thought it holyfuck i could have killed you!! :(

DO NOT FEED ANIMALS ANY DRUGS, EVEN WEED.

PLUR
 
aha these r fkn funny.. i hv some truly embarrassing ones i shant mention
i cant believe i chucked away my drugs over invisible cops...wtf was i thinking
 
I think the biggest freakout I had was when I had only been smoking pot for about a year. I'm incredibly nervous and anxious normally, so when I was a newbie the paranoia would hit me hard at times.


anyways, I was at my friend's house. It was the typical Sunday morning, just got done working the midnight shift Friday and Saturday so I was running on empty by then, I'd ride my bike to my friend's house and get hammered and stoned at 8am every weekend. So we were doing that. We head out to the garage to smoke a few joints. My friend's sister tells us "Make sure you let the dog back in the house before you lock the garage door, there's stuff in there that she can get into and hurt herself!"

By now you probably know what happened next. We blazed 3 joints or so, got too high, and completely forgot about the dog. I went into his bathroom downstairs to take a dump. So I'm sitting on the john and I hear from upstairs "YOU DIDNT LET THE DOG IN, SHES LOCKED IN THE GARAGE!". So I started freaking out immediately. Then I heard some real bad noise after this, I had no idea what the fuck was going on. It sounded like someone screaming and crying frantically, a bunch of banging, then a fucking blender going off, followed by more frantic screaming. Holy fuck you would not believe how scared I was. I turned pale as a ghost, my heart was racing. I figured for sure we had locked the dog in the garage and she had eaten some chemicals and died, and (get this) I was convinced that they were grinding the dog up in the blender so their parents wouldn't find out 8( My head was doing 100 laps a minutes, horrible ghastly visions and I couldn't seem to ration with myself at all. I wiped my ass at lightening speed, ran out of the door, ran up the stairs, ran out the back door, hoped on my bike and fucking booked it all the way home, ran inside my house, ran up into my room, slammed the door and sat there freaking out for a while.


Eventually I calmed myself and I think I went online and asked my friend what the fuck just happened. He lol'd at my paranoia and said nothing even happened, he went upstairs to get some food and let the dog back into the house.


Worst fucking experience ever.
 
looking through the window every 5 seconds, installing 2 cameras on ur property, so when you are watching your fancy screen you wonder whats on camera a, and then camrea b and a.... and b.... and so on... and those god baton rouge ninja police in the bushes always fallow me so i have to make it to a "safe place". paranod shit is horable to me. I hate itttt!!! all though I quit smokin weed. hard to find job when ur smokn:[ i wanna smoke but NO!!!! i cant say that... fucking therpy. lol
( oh yeah not to mention driving a car with a broken tail light around 1:00AM)
 
like someone said on page1 i actually do enjoy sharpening my knives and cleaning guns when noiding out, its rhythmatic and soothing.
 
TVCommercial, I laughed at your story till tears came out of my eyes. That is so funny. I've been there before and then when you talk your friends later they are just like "What?" LOL
 
A week ago I was doing some pretty poor quality coke after telling my roommate just a few days prior that I'd stop using for a month plus. I was doing lines in my apartment and was super paranoid that my roomie would return in the middle of my sesh, so after every line I would hide the shit, and due to the poor quality of the coke, this resulted in me pulling out the mirror from it's hiding spot like every 5 minutes. At first I just kept the coke in my pocket, but I had about one fat line's worth and my roommate had yet to return, so I thought I would just cut the line up and set the mirror in it's hiding place in mine and my roommates walk in closet.

Well right after I put the glass away my roommate returned home, and of course he just HAD to post up in our room, facing the closet so he could see most of what was going on in there. After 15 minutes or so of fiending for that last line, I finally thought of a way to get the coke out of the closet w/o him noticing. I decided to try and slide the coke directly from the glass into an empty medicine bottle in the one part of closet that he couldn't watch... my mistake. So I tried, but with all the shitty coke that was already in me, plus the paranoia I had from thinking my roommate would walk into the closet or hear what I was trying to do, I could not stop shaking for the life of me, and this resulted in me spilling half the line on the floor and the other half on my hand, which I just ended up snorting directly off my hand in the closet.

My roommate didn't have any clue what happened in there, but 5 minutes after my spill he ended up leaving anyways. It was shitty coke, but in hindsight I regretted not being able to wait the extra 5 minutes in order to do a proper line
 
i love these threads. :D

i remember doing a LOT of coke for my birthday at a friends aunts house years ago. she was out of town and this was out in the country and me and 3 others friends got fucked up on that and drank a lot. we were paranoid as fuck and would just stare out of the windows by way of the little holes in blinds. we couldnt smoke inside, so we would have to go out on the front porch. we smoke a cigarette and then just sit out there chillin. we here some noise, and now i know it was just random wind, animals, whatever else, just normal noises you hear at night in the country, but then, i didnt know that. us 4 sat on that porch in complete dead silence for a good hour and a half, not smoking, moving, nothing, and then only talked after that to say "you go this way, i go that way, etc." w/ baseball bats and an air rifle to be used as a bat, completely sure someone was lurking around. of course, no one was there. we went in and did a lot more since we had wasted a lot of time sitting outside.

another time i was at walmart, once again on coke (and maybe weed) and i was standing in line waiting to pay for my stuff, and i was completely convinced that the guy behind me was a cop. i think it was only b/c he had a moustache and was in his mid-40s. i kept turning around and looking at him, to see if he thought anything was up, and of course he was staring at me, i kept turning around looking at him all geeked out. i thought i was definately getting arrested in the parking lot, and kind of hid to see where he went, and he went straight to his car and left. i was so relieved. :D
 
This one time I took a rather large dose of speed after school, Then when I was sleeping in my room I looked up at my snowboard bag and thought it was a person so it freaked me out so I went out of my room and stayed up all night until I had school the next day, I then went to my third period class where we were discussing about a book with our class, the teacher then tells me my thoughts on the book and I reply "Yeah! uhhhhh.....I have been up for 36 hours" then everyone started laughing and I was sitting there scared shit less.
 
Mr. White said:
came home rather high, decided that the best way to not be caught because of my eyes was to try and get from the front door to my room (a 20 meter journey, involving several turns and a flight of stairs) with my eyes closed.

Made it to the stairs, then had the loudest fall you've ever herad. My entire family runs out to see me roling on the stairs clutching my shins with one hand and covering my eyes with the other laughing my ass off. I think i managed to play it off as being drunk and having hayfever =D
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Best thing ever.

Love this thread.
 
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