Marihuana.
I’ve always been very scared about drugs. I’m a very week person, and I think that if I try a drug and I like it, I won't be able to stop myself. I have enough with my beer (quite a lot), a bit of vodka some weekends and sangría from time to time.

That’s it. I’m now 28, and never tried any drug, and never wanted to. Until 2 weekends ago. We went to Amsterdam, you see, and we ended up in one of this “bars” where naked ladies serve you as much alcohol as you want for 1 hour. I left feeling happy and didn’t want to go back home.

Then my friend made a joke. He knows I don’t like drugs, and I’ve recommended him not to do them anymore; so he proposed to go to a coffee shop and have one of those special biscuits. He thought I’d get upset, but I was feeling good, so I said yes, let’s go, but no for biscuits. I want to try smoking.

We both were very excited. He explained to me with a lot of detailed how I had to do it, and I tried. Awful. It burned my throat. I had to drink a lot. But I wasn’t going to be defeated. I wanted to know how everybody feels and why people like it so much, so I tried again, and again, and again.

It did nothing to me. Well, not completely true. I laughed a lot for a while. So much that I looked as if I was crying and people in the train station looked at him very worried as if he had done something very bad to that poor girl. But after 5 min, nothing else. Nothing at all.

I don’t know why people get so excited about it.
(Aberracion Life's getting very complicated, but a lot of fun., Thu 26 Jun 2008, 17:48, 6 replies)

The effects of marijuana
tend to vary wildly from person to person.

Some people lack the something or other to get any hit off it at all.

Some people go pale and throw up from smelling it.

I don't gt much of a hit from it but enjoy it.

HArdly much of a stoner though.
(Tip-Top Tomcat but you can call me Tommo, Thu 26 Jun 2008, 17:58, closed)

That's good
I think. At least I won't get addict to it.
(Aberracion Life's getting very complicated, but a lot of fun., Thu 26 Jun 2008, 18:00, closed)

I tend to think that people aren't doing it right
when they say it did nothing, but your post has made me consider otherwise....

personally I find it works great and thoroughly enjoy it. makes for good conversation.

plus, it didn't stop me getting a 2:1 for my Masters in Civil Engineering
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 8:43, closed)

For me
It's 2 options:
Either one toke (literally one) sends me into a nasty cold-sweat whitey and I vomit, my muscles cramp up and I lie in a ball on the floor crying to myself for 40-60 minutes OR...

I smile a lot.

The considerable risk of the first outweighs the enjoyment of the latter, so I don't bother any more.
( Mockingbird Practitioner of SCIENCE, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 9:48, closed)

My friend
Kept saying I was doing something wrong, but I'm happy it didn't work. I don't think we would have found the way back to the station. You should have seen him, and I'm crap with directions.

He was enjoying it so much. Grrrr
(Aberracion Life's getting very complicated, but a lot of fun., Fri 27 Jun 2008, 10:59, closed)

My ex partner and I...
made a home made bong.
She knew I'd tried it before and nothing had happened, so she was determined she was going to get me high.
(I might be mistaken but we'd been going through a very bad patch and I got the impression that if we shared the high, we'd share a bed, and then possibly life.)
so we started.
After about half an hour she's laughing and giggling like a 2 yr old, I'm taking paracetemol and wondering if the all night chemist has any strepsils left.
She then starts to get more pissed off because of me staying sober, and I'm trying desperatly to relax and let it happen.
I've got to the stage where I'm telling her that I'm feeling something, when we hear a baby crying. I offer to go and sort her, the ex says she'll come too. (Mmmm, her bed is next to the cots....)
One of our girls has managed to wrap herself in a blanket and is lying face down in her cot.
Only a 5 second job to loosen her, but the ex is starting to look worried.
"If we'd both been off our heads she could have died"
"But we weren't"
"Oh god"... she rushes off to the kitchen and starts gulping water down.
Next thing she can't get her breath, her lips are turning blue, and her extremities too. She goes into a paranoia attack for about two hours, everything is her fault, us breaking up, the child almost dying, global warming....
Turns out that she's been given a couple of tablets of speed earlier on that day and had taken them before I got round.

We didn't get back together, either that night or since then.
She,as far as I'm aware, didn't take drugs again. (Oh, when she spoke to the person who supplied them the next day, it was my fault she went paranoid, as if she'd been alone she would have been okay. Possibly dead, but okay.)
She is an excellent mother, but unfortunatly doesn't seem to realise that when I write to her about the kids I'd like a reply before Xmas.
(paof2 Nude might not be rude, but rude could be nude..., Fri 27 Jun 2008, 13:05, closed)