420 question: have you ever got high,hated it, and quit forever?

Over-rated, not good for the lungs, not as effective as actually doing something useful.
Doing something useful (aka succeeding) results in a natural and healthy high.
One improves the quality of life, the other cost's $10-$20 a session.

My buddy gave me some brownies one night when we were hanging out in his basement. They smelt funny. I didnt know if he was joking or not about them being pot brownies. Being as hungry as I was I ate three. I couldnt concentrate on playing video games. I had that weird shallow breathing thing going on and gravity seemed stronger. Then I forget why but I was convinced within my head that my friend and his dad had a plan to kill me when my back was turned. I never left my back open to my friend and never told him I knew their plan. I must of looked weird constantly facing my friend while im checking every corner of his basement looking for his dad holding a blunt object of some sort. I then had to leave before I got murdered so I decided to catch a bus. I got on the bus hoping I didnt smell like weed. But ima a dumbass cause I ate brownies. Sitting on the bus, the bus engine sounded like a demon laughing at me. I then knew that the bus driver knew I was high and he was planning on driving the bus straight to the police station. Im too smart for him you see, I got off the bus with the trusty excuse that I forgot my wallet. I then proceeded to walk back to my friends house despite his murderous intentions, to call my uncle for cab fare. Plus I didnt want to risk downtown being on the verge of psychosis. That, and I had a dream the previous night that I was on I street and all these cars were swerving to hit me, so I thought I better not go anywhere near roads or people or that dream might come true. Im back at the murderers house using his phone and my uncle says hes broke. Fuck him. My buddy probably seeing how I knew what his plans were for me, lent me 40 bucks to get a cab and go home. Waiting outside for the cab I wouldnt stand anywhere near the fucker just in case he decided to strike and he and his dad would have their way with my corps. I treated the cab driver like shit cause I didnt trust him. Those fuckers always take you the long way. When I got home I laid down and put the covers over my head. I heard conversations of other people in my head. And 'they' knew I could hear them. Later on in the night my uncle was hammered and he was thanking me for a Bob Dylan CD I made him then out of nowhere he says "Are you still paranoid?" As he made the finger twirly crazy motion by his ear. I said no and that I take it one day at a time awkwardly moving away from the conversation. Theres no way he knew I was high cause he was shit faced so, WHAT THE FUCK DID HE MEAN? He fuckin brain ninja'd me right before I went to bed. To sum up I hate weed. But when Im drunk I LOVE WEED! Which is rare when I smoke it. The fuckin end.

I was so tweaked out that I told my housemate, that I thought aliens from some other place or dimension might be on earth and that my sister might be close with them and that everything was very hush hush...I asked my housemate if he ever had head trips like that or just as bad, and he said "not really..."

Even worse, I downloaded "Game of Death" Bruce Lee's last movie and there was this weird skipping sound that would not go away and somehow I thought that "they" whoever "they" were..were going to cause me to have Dementia or Alzheimers and that that skipping sound was penetrating my skull and going into my brain, causing the dreaded ailments to take hold...I thought about changing the music, and did, but by the time I got to my amplifier I had forgotten all about the headtrip and just wanted to get rid of the nasty sound.

....are you sure that was weed you were smoking?

You know what, maybe it was...I never considered that.

that's crazy!! it almost sounds like it could have been laced with angel dust or something!!!

I couple years ago pot started to give me panic attacks, so I stopped. I was in a bad place and pot only made it worse. It made me sad. It doesn't have that effect anymore as I have learned how to ground myself better when my mind soars into unknown territory.

i sure can ,good story

I should have said weed, 420 is the new term...

I could most likely be able to count the good times I've had while stones on one hand...

The best time I remembering having while stoned was with a dealer friend & other people around, playing pool in a pool hall after eating pot brownies...I don't even remember feeling high, I just remember eating the brownies and having fun...the brownies were made by his dealer & his wife, perhaps there was nothing in them because I do not remember feeling high, but I did have a blast.

The first time I got high I laughed at everything. I know it lightens your mood but I felt like an idiot. It was just nonstop laughter for no reason. Not touching it again.

Also http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vnrdq1toVMc&feature=related I thought it was funny.

What the hell is 420? I haven't got stoned for years either but I've been fancying a lot lately. The first time I ever got stoned I got the munchies and when to the kitchen to get some cereal. My sister was in there and was 15 at the time so I was concious that I needed to remain normal. However, I ended up sitting on the floor thinking I was the Queen sitting on the throne. I was speaking gibberish with my eyes closed and I thought I was ordering my servants to get me some food. After a couple of minutes I opened my eyes and saw the horror on my sisters face. I proceeded to get some cereal and when I ate it my jaw kept clenching together. It was 11 years ago and I still remember that I thought the "Eeski gnomes" had put superglue in my cereal.

Needless to say these hallucinations didn't last very long. Only happened a few times. Then I used to giggle loads with my friends, then had profound conversations and eventually I just got paranoid and always just went to sleep. So I stopped smoking it a few years ago.

However, I am looking to try it again. I don't know what it would achieve, I don't like any other drugs anymore and I'm even sick of booze, though I keep drinking it. I think when you get older all this stuff just isn't the same anymore. Your brain isn't as pliable as it once was so drugs just seem too intense and dark.