The first time I smoked weed I was a freshman in high school and ended up outing myself to my entire high school.
I had made out with a 21 year old guy at a friend’s house while my head was spinning and the Bob Marley posters on the wall looked like we were melting. It put a bad taste for weed in my mouth. I figured if I stayed away from it horrible things would stop happening to me. I felt anxiety over every small thing I did in my life. It became a chore to leave the house, my destination always feeling like a land mine.
In my mind, if I made one wrong move or said one wrong thing, that would be the end of my society life. Have you ever felt like a prisoner inside of your own mind? As I grew older it felt like the walls of my own emotions were slowly closing in around me.
Then I decided to try weed again.
I was at a house party with a friend and a bong was being passed around. I took a hit allowing the smoke to balloon in my chest. For a few minutes I felt wonderful. The music beat along with my heart, I held my friend’s hand on the couch and felt at ease with all the stresses in my life….until I threw up ten minutes later in the bathroom. After that I took about a four year hiatus from ganja because I wasn’t a fan of vomiting when everyone else in my friend group is dying of laughter while watching the Lego Movie.
