Why am I so high?I never really got into the whole weed thing in college. It just seemed like getting drunk was more convenient and easier to regulate. I had dabbled a couple of times and was never really impressed. I believe the last time I had any was about five years ago, so of course I decide to dabble again over the weekend thinking it would result in the mild loopiness of the past. Something not unlike sitting at the gas station with your windows down for a little too long. This was not the case.
- Me, 203,843,087,525 times on 4/20
Life lesson: So thaaaatt's what being high is like.
I don't know how to feel. It was enjoyable for the first 30-60 minutes, and then it got old. I swear that twenty minutes at a bar felt like eight hours. I was all ready to go home until I checked the time (12.20 AM!!!) and realized we had a couple more hours to go. In my elevated state, I decide, "Ok, I can deal with this. Just a couple more hours. I will just sit down and not do anything dumb." Ten hours later, it feels like it's 30 degrees inside of a crowded bar, and I'm shivering and clutching my jacket around myself. After three more hours have passed, I check the time. Hm. Only 12:27, that's not good.
And the night continues on like this. I really needed that shit to be over right then. It was getting old.
On top of the fact that this is the highest I've ever been, the DJ was fuckin' terrible. Songs would cut off for no reason. At some points, it sounded like he stepped away from the equipment and just let a cat walk around on top of the knobs/keys/buttons. I really thought I was losing time, the mixing was so terrible. (It has since been confirmed that I did not lose time, and the DJ really was the worst ever.) Now, it was not only the audio fucking with my mind. I underwent optic injury as well. Huge swathes of crazy white kids start "dancing" in front of me, consisting mostly of random jumping and what appeared to be violent seizures. I honestly thought I was hallucinating. I remember repeatedly asking the people around me if they were seeing the same thing. (They were, and I'm not sure if this was what I wanted to hear.) I blame them for making me feel higher than I probably was.
I'm sure there's more to tell, but I was high. Gimme a break. In short, it was cute for about an hour, and that's about it for me.
I don't ever do anything bad. This was all just stealing someone else's story and telling it in the first person to make it a better read. Repeat: I don't actually do ANY of these things.