TrueMiszou
Greenlighter
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- Nov 18, 2011
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I'm sitting in a room, tripping my ass off after a night out. Faces are pixelated, smoke turns to bubbles, and every few seconds my perception changes. "This is definitely the most fucked I've been off of MD and weed," I think as my legs turn into vines and/or liquid and merge with the ground.
I'm opening the toilet door for my best friend who is a girl, and has a boyfriend. My perception is fucked, so all I see is that I've convinced her to go in there with me so we could hook up. I am ashamed of myself, so I walk away muttering to myself. My perception changes again and I realize what I'm doing.
She hates weed, and we were all hanging out in the kitchen. We'd been smoking weed in there for at least 3 hours straight. She wanted to get some air, and me being her best friend had suggested we go get some. She told me she needed to pee, so I decided to take her to the toilet.
She finished in the loo and I ask her to wait outside so I can piss. I'm in the toilet but nothing is flowing. I'm sitting there, immersed in thought. The toilet room keeps changing. One minute I'm in a public cubical. Next minute I'm in a bathroom store, pissing in one of there show-toilets. I can even feel the people shopping around me. Then the room changes again, and I'm back in my friends house. I remember someone is waiting for me to piss! But I can't piss! I get into this thought-loop process for about 10 minutes before pee finally comes out. So I'm peeing, but it's never ending. It takes about 5 minutes for me to finish, all the while, this thought-loop is still going on. I keep forgetting pee is coming out of me. I realize I did drink too much water: totally irresponsible of me. I finish and leave the room.
Total darkness. I freak. I know for sure that I'm in a room, and there are people in this room. I circle around, trying to find a light source. This darkness has totally captured me like I've been separated from my senses and my body. I know people are watching me and I'm trying to reach them too! The darkness was so intense, it's like all I knew was darkness... with the vague idea that other people exist and are watching me. I see a small light in the distance and hear somebody say my name.
It's all brought back to me! I realize that I'm in the living room on the way to the weed-kitchen. The person who was holding their phone light looks at me, understands I'm lost, and shines the light towards the kitchen. I thank my friend and go back to the kitchen.
My friend (who must've got tired of waiting for me, or just forgot) tells me she'd just freaked out too. She found the kitchen door, but couldn't get in. She freaked out and thought she was in a cupboard trying to get the attention of the people outside of it. She started scratching at the door for a long time, and luckily the people in the kitchen heard her and let her in.
So we both go back into the weed room and I sit down. My legs turn back into vines, and I merge back into the floor, watching the strands of meaningless conversation float by me.
We had smoked weed for 4 hours straight. It got to the point where every time the spliff reached me, I would look at it, and it would look back with it's evil glare, daring me to take it on.
We'd shared all night, until the last one came along. I admitted defeat, and my friend solo'd it. 20 minutes later he was begging us to call an ambulance, convincing us (and himself) that he was having a heart attack. He did this for 2 hours straight, and we all resisted. I would've reacted better to this situation, but I couldn't communicate anything at all.
So that was the last 4 hours of my new years eve. The first 4 hours consisted of 200mg of MD for me, and a very good time in a club. Fucking awesome night in all.
I'm opening the toilet door for my best friend who is a girl, and has a boyfriend. My perception is fucked, so all I see is that I've convinced her to go in there with me so we could hook up. I am ashamed of myself, so I walk away muttering to myself. My perception changes again and I realize what I'm doing.
She hates weed, and we were all hanging out in the kitchen. We'd been smoking weed in there for at least 3 hours straight. She wanted to get some air, and me being her best friend had suggested we go get some. She told me she needed to pee, so I decided to take her to the toilet.
She finished in the loo and I ask her to wait outside so I can piss. I'm in the toilet but nothing is flowing. I'm sitting there, immersed in thought. The toilet room keeps changing. One minute I'm in a public cubical. Next minute I'm in a bathroom store, pissing in one of there show-toilets. I can even feel the people shopping around me. Then the room changes again, and I'm back in my friends house. I remember someone is waiting for me to piss! But I can't piss! I get into this thought-loop process for about 10 minutes before pee finally comes out. So I'm peeing, but it's never ending. It takes about 5 minutes for me to finish, all the while, this thought-loop is still going on. I keep forgetting pee is coming out of me. I realize I did drink too much water: totally irresponsible of me. I finish and leave the room.
Total darkness. I freak. I know for sure that I'm in a room, and there are people in this room. I circle around, trying to find a light source. This darkness has totally captured me like I've been separated from my senses and my body. I know people are watching me and I'm trying to reach them too! The darkness was so intense, it's like all I knew was darkness... with the vague idea that other people exist and are watching me. I see a small light in the distance and hear somebody say my name.
It's all brought back to me! I realize that I'm in the living room on the way to the weed-kitchen. The person who was holding their phone light looks at me, understands I'm lost, and shines the light towards the kitchen. I thank my friend and go back to the kitchen.
My friend (who must've got tired of waiting for me, or just forgot) tells me she'd just freaked out too. She found the kitchen door, but couldn't get in. She freaked out and thought she was in a cupboard trying to get the attention of the people outside of it. She started scratching at the door for a long time, and luckily the people in the kitchen heard her and let her in.
So we both go back into the weed room and I sit down. My legs turn back into vines, and I merge back into the floor, watching the strands of meaningless conversation float by me.
We had smoked weed for 4 hours straight. It got to the point where every time the spliff reached me, I would look at it, and it would look back with it's evil glare, daring me to take it on.
We'd shared all night, until the last one came along. I admitted defeat, and my friend solo'd it. 20 minutes later he was begging us to call an ambulance, convincing us (and himself) that he was having a heart attack. He did this for 2 hours straight, and we all resisted. I would've reacted better to this situation, but I couldn't communicate anything at all.
So that was the last 4 hours of my new years eve. The first 4 hours consisted of 200mg of MD for me, and a very good time in a club. Fucking awesome night in all.
