POT - how long will you get high? (true to life story)

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I always thought I could handle pot.  :35: I never believed in the cliché  of the slow & stupid pothead; forgetful losers who would do anything  (yes, even sell their grandmothers!) for the next high. After all, pot is organic. It grows from the earth. It,s a dried leaf & looks like something my mother would put in chicken soup!

And it never did seem bad for me; I could smoke as much as I wanted and all I would get was extremely sleepy. Compared to alcohol - - w/c turned me into a loud, dance-on-top-of-the-bar, puking drunk – pot seemed “safe”. I,d watch drunks get into fights in clubs and shake my head.  :3: A pot high was steady, mellow, chilled-out. It made food taste better, music sound clearer & my senses intense. I never woke up with splitting headache or hangover.  :cigar:

My friends and I honestly believed that if world leaders were on pot, there would be NO wars. How bad could a plant that spawned a religion anyway? (in Jamaica, Rastafarians believe that marijuana brings them closer to God). We memorized Bob Marleys quotes: our favorite was  “Kaya (the best form of marijuana in Jamaica) is about peace, love & humanity, that is what he world needs now.”  :cigar:

So I just kept smoking out.

It started innocuously enough – after all, in college, pot is high on the list of “things-that-are-bad-for-you-but-you-do-anyway-just-to-say-yu-did-it-all-in-college.” Me,, the A-student who had always been on the Dean,s List, was open to anything new. My parents, after all, are pretty liberal; although they never explicitly told me so, I was pretty sure they also tried pot in college. The fact was, my parents trusted me so much (I was editor of the school paper and an officer in three of my orgs) that they never even gave me a talk about drugs or alcohol. They just assumed I didn,t do anything bad, or if I did, that I could take care of myself.

In the beginning, I would only smoke with my friends. Everyone says that marijuana is a gateaway drug; that once you started smoking it, you would automatically star taking coke, shabu or ecstacy. It wasn,t the case for me: I liked weed, and I couldn,t stand the thought of chemical substance in my body.

One of my orgmates, who first talked me into smoking a joint, lectured me on the proper use of marijuana. “Sure it,s organic, but its also illegal. You have to promise me that you,ll never buy this stuff yourself, and you,ll never carry it around.” I agreed. It seemed easy enough to stay out of trouble that way;  :35: in pothead culture, if you have ganja, you,re NOT allowed to hoard it. It,s meant for everyone, and if you have any, you must share. Friends would always give me weed - - so I never had to buy any.

Later, though, I started smoking pot more frequently. Instead of only with friends, I,d smoke with strangers too. I started carrying a film canister of weed around because I never knew when I,d meet someone and want to smoke out. In school, I became known as the girl who always hod pot. Later still, I got braver, when people kept asking me if I had any weed, I,d give them all my stash. It was fun; it made me feel popular, and it was always such a trill to see another person getting high from your stash - - until I ran out of weed. On a trip to Baguio, I met a boy who asked me if I had a weed. I didn,t; but the next day i asked a friend who knew someone who knew someone who sold marijuana....


(to be continued.....)

[u_suck]

i asked a friend who knew someone who knew someone who sold marijuana, and I bought a baggie for P500.

It didn,t stop there.

Once I started buying, other people would ask me if I wanted to split their purchases. I started keeping a lot more weed in my bedroom. And because it was around, I started smoking more. I would smoke at night after school, in the parking lot with my friends, during weekends at night out. At one trip to the beach, I was stoned 24/7 - - for a whole week. I didn,t care; I thought it was fun.

Apparently, so did everyone else around me. With my “rep.” it became funny how I,d forget things. Like the sentence I uttered10 seconds ago, or the name of my driver. My classmates would see me walking around the quad looking for my cellphone, when it was in my jacket pocket the whole time. I went to classes feeling dazed, and I couldn,t follow lectures r conversations. But still, I thought I was OK. After all, I hadn,t flunked and classes or missed any of my assignments; I was just….. a little slower.

Until one day, I woke up 30 pounds heavier, with a stranger in my bed.

You might think this is a joke; a bad punchline to a preachy story. But it,s true. When I started smoking marijuana all the time it was so much fun to eat… and eat.. and eat. I had to wear baggy clothes because I couldn,t fit in anything else. I also met a boy who liked to smoke as much as I did, and we,d get stoned, we,d make out. It felt so intense and good that I don,t even remember when we progressed from just kissing to touching to finally having s*x. Everything seemed so fluid, - - but afterwards, I kept kicking myself because we didn,t even talk about that huge, huge step.

Still, I felt like I was intensely in love with him because how good he,d make me feel. When we broke up because he cheated on me, I was heartbroken, and I kept wanting to find someone else I could feel the same intensity for.

I started sleeping around. I didn,t care with whom, as long as they,d have me. The only prerequisite was that they had to smoke weed with me beforehand. My friends started getting worried about me; they didn,t know if they were dealing with the aftermath of a breakup or an addict. I didn,t know either; I was too confused to care.

I don,t remember exactly how I felt that morning that I woke up, naked, next to a guy shaking me awake. When my eyes focused, I didn,t know who he was (what was his name?), where I was, and how I got to his room. This sounds like another cliché, but it was true; I had no idea what happened the night before. Bits and pieces kept creeping into my head: I was with my friends in a club, I was drinking beer, someone asked me if I wanted to smoke, we got in his car. After that, it was a total blank. I didn,t even know if we used protection. All he said was, “we should go before my mom checks up on me,” and all I could do was nod dumbly and put on my clothes in awkward, awkward silence.

I was so humiliated that I couldn,t look at him, and after he brought me home, he kissed me on the cheek, saying “I,ll call you.” I thought that was sweet of him: to keep up with the pretense when he didn,t even ask for my phone number.

When my heart stopped thudding like a rabbit in my chest, I checked on my friend, Malou, who was with me the night before. I didn,t know where my things were, even; luckily, she told me she kept my bag. “We were so worried about you! You just disappeared! What happened?” Crying, I told her everything, swearing, “I,m never touching pot again.”

And that was it. I just stopped smoking marijuana. It was like a fog had lifted from my brain, and everything was clear and new again. I don,t really blame pot; I blame myself for smoking marijuana and making stoned decisions. I still don,t judge potheads either. For me, it was a bad case of not knowing what my limitations were, or thinking that I was immune to the effects of a mind-altering drug. After I got tested for STDs, I decided to start working out. I,m on my way to my normal body size again. I,ve even joined a mountaineering org. climbing mountains made me realize that some clichés are true: A natural high is so much better.


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uy read this from an article. friend ko yung nag-interview sa kanya. [FYI ndi po akin tong life story ha!  :duh: ]she's one hell of a tough gurl!!!

i just wanna share this story... sana i can impart lessons from it.

neways.... tough moves involves tough desicion that cause tough responsibilities!

well its your life... YOU decide.

[dominicuz]

habang binabasa ko kala ko sayo .. pagdating sa baba nde pala sau ung story ..        un nagagawa ng maryjane ....

[u_suck]

- - - tough moves involves tough DECISION that cause tough responsibilities!- - -

noh ba yan? rong rong rong spelling! 

:cigar: naka high na ata me... high sa pot? 

[benchgal]

nice story...
the effect of marijuana include problems with memory and trouble with thinking

[-JaJa-]

kala ku din kay u_sick ung story.

galeng.... 
dami akung kakilala na nagssmoke ng marijuana... tsk tsk... :cigar:

[krayzie03]

 



   

[dominicuz]

(05-21-2006 09:29 PM)-JaJa- Wrote:  kala ku din kay u_sick ung story.

galeng.... 
dami akung kakilala na nagssmoke ng marijuana... tsk tsk... :cigar:

  :cigar:

[-JaJa-]

:emo: :emo:

[krayzie03]

(08-10-2006 08:21 PM)-JaJa- Wrote:  :emo: :emo:

pahits naman jan -mojaja-...