greg23
11-01-2007, 01:54 AM
I should start off by saying I am really blazed right now. When I am really high I tend to think a lot. When I write my thoughts it usually becomes very long. So sorry if this is way long to read.
So this morning a friend called me to tell me he picked up some really good shit. Itâ??s hard for me to find real good shit. I usually just settle for high mids. So when someone says good shit I think they mean mids. He tells me not to bother bringing some of my weed over because it is nothing compared to this. So I know itâ??s got to be good.
It was. I went to my friends back yard with about three other people. I used my friends gravity bong (Never used one before) to smoke the highest grade weed Iâ??ve ever smoked. I donâ??t remember how many times I hit it. The beginning of the high was so amazing. It was like nothing I ever felt before. It came on slow. It is real hard to explain so I will try to use words and my shitty MS paint artwork.
Grab something that is thin. Like the edge of cardboard. Press it against your hand. Imagine that feeling amplified by 100. It would feel kind of painful, but for me itâ??s okay. I can handle pain pretty well. Now imagine that feeling going through your body in straight lines from your head to your toes. Thatâ??s how I felt. I had to lie down on the grass the feeling was so overwhelming.
http://i13.tinypic.com/54dstjk.jpg
When I closed my eyes I saw a repeating image.
http://i16.tinypic.com/6bvwv4g.jpg
I became insanely confused. I didnâ??t understand what was going on or what I was doing. I couldnâ??t comprehend reality. I couldnâ??t comprehend the world. I couldnâ??t think at all. Most times when something is too intense (never with weed though. I never get this high with weed) I just tell myself I am really high and just enjoy it. I couldnâ??t think, â??I am just so high right now and thatâ??s what I am experiencing.â? My brain didnâ??t work. I thought by feelings. Not what I am feeling, but feelings from my past. You know that feeling you get when you are at work and you want to go home? Thatâ??s how I felt. I wanted to go home. (Note: I wasnâ??t home, but the feeling wasnâ??t me wanting to go to my physical house so the meaning of home confuses me now.) My thoughts were not me. They were someone else talking to me, but I couldnâ??t think â??Hey my thoughts are someone else.â? I just thought they were someone else. I couldnâ??t think, though. So â??thoughtâ? is the wrong word to use. They were just someone else. Itâ??s really hard to explain.
This lasted for about forty minutes. After that, slowly, my mind started to return to me. â??I know this place, but I canâ??t recall what it isâ? was my first thought. Itâ??s like seeing a person you havenâ??t seen in years, but you cannot remember their name. You know you know their name, but you cannot remember it. So you try and try to think of their name and eventually it hits you. I am in my friendsâ?? backyard! After I realize where I am everything returns to a normal extreme high if that makes any sense. I am extremely blazed, but I can think. I know who I am and where I am. I know my past and my present. I can understand what my eyes look at.
I am still high, two hours later, but itâ??s nothing so great that I need to write it out. Just a really good high.
Anyways, the whole experience made me think trying to explain what I experienced. What is a high? Itâ??s not a normal feeling, but what is normal? Maybe when youâ??re high you are experiencing just a little bit of what is normal. Being sober is whatâ??s abnormal. Some people think we are just a big ball of energy. The whole universe and everything in it. Itâ??s so big that parts of the energy became conscious. We think we are individuals, but we arenâ??t. We just own a very small piece of this ball of energy. Reality is not real. Itâ??s just what the conscious part of the energy created to understand reality which is way to complex and confusing for it to comprehend. It created a fake reality because without it; it would go insane living in the real reality.
A while back I thought (I was high if you wanted to know. I only think when I am high) what is math? Math is a bunch of numbers that always winds up as a pattern, but what is a number? 1, 2, 3 are numbers, but what really is a number? Itâ??s just a symbol and a word. It has no meaning. People say everything can be explained through numbers, but if numbers have no meaning then can anything at all really be explained through numbers? Are numbers something the conscious parts of the energy created to explain what it couldnâ??t understand?
Meh, I thought too much for right now. Iâ??m hungry anyways.
So this morning a friend called me to tell me he picked up some really good shit. Itâ??s hard for me to find real good shit. I usually just settle for high mids. So when someone says good shit I think they mean mids. He tells me not to bother bringing some of my weed over because it is nothing compared to this. So I know itâ??s got to be good.
It was. I went to my friends back yard with about three other people. I used my friends gravity bong (Never used one before) to smoke the highest grade weed Iâ??ve ever smoked. I donâ??t remember how many times I hit it. The beginning of the high was so amazing. It was like nothing I ever felt before. It came on slow. It is real hard to explain so I will try to use words and my shitty MS paint artwork.
Grab something that is thin. Like the edge of cardboard. Press it against your hand. Imagine that feeling amplified by 100. It would feel kind of painful, but for me itâ??s okay. I can handle pain pretty well. Now imagine that feeling going through your body in straight lines from your head to your toes. Thatâ??s how I felt. I had to lie down on the grass the feeling was so overwhelming.
http://i13.tinypic.com/54dstjk.jpg
When I closed my eyes I saw a repeating image.
http://i16.tinypic.com/6bvwv4g.jpg
I became insanely confused. I didnâ??t understand what was going on or what I was doing. I couldnâ??t comprehend reality. I couldnâ??t comprehend the world. I couldnâ??t think at all. Most times when something is too intense (never with weed though. I never get this high with weed) I just tell myself I am really high and just enjoy it. I couldnâ??t think, â??I am just so high right now and thatâ??s what I am experiencing.â? My brain didnâ??t work. I thought by feelings. Not what I am feeling, but feelings from my past. You know that feeling you get when you are at work and you want to go home? Thatâ??s how I felt. I wanted to go home. (Note: I wasnâ??t home, but the feeling wasnâ??t me wanting to go to my physical house so the meaning of home confuses me now.) My thoughts were not me. They were someone else talking to me, but I couldnâ??t think â??Hey my thoughts are someone else.â? I just thought they were someone else. I couldnâ??t think, though. So â??thoughtâ? is the wrong word to use. They were just someone else. Itâ??s really hard to explain.
This lasted for about forty minutes. After that, slowly, my mind started to return to me. â??I know this place, but I canâ??t recall what it isâ? was my first thought. Itâ??s like seeing a person you havenâ??t seen in years, but you cannot remember their name. You know you know their name, but you cannot remember it. So you try and try to think of their name and eventually it hits you. I am in my friendsâ?? backyard! After I realize where I am everything returns to a normal extreme high if that makes any sense. I am extremely blazed, but I can think. I know who I am and where I am. I know my past and my present. I can understand what my eyes look at.
I am still high, two hours later, but itâ??s nothing so great that I need to write it out. Just a really good high.
Anyways, the whole experience made me think trying to explain what I experienced. What is a high? Itâ??s not a normal feeling, but what is normal? Maybe when youâ??re high you are experiencing just a little bit of what is normal. Being sober is whatâ??s abnormal. Some people think we are just a big ball of energy. The whole universe and everything in it. Itâ??s so big that parts of the energy became conscious. We think we are individuals, but we arenâ??t. We just own a very small piece of this ball of energy. Reality is not real. Itâ??s just what the conscious part of the energy created to understand reality which is way to complex and confusing for it to comprehend. It created a fake reality because without it; it would go insane living in the real reality.
A while back I thought (I was high if you wanted to know. I only think when I am high) what is math? Math is a bunch of numbers that always winds up as a pattern, but what is a number? 1, 2, 3 are numbers, but what really is a number? Itâ??s just a symbol and a word. It has no meaning. People say everything can be explained through numbers, but if numbers have no meaning then can anything at all really be explained through numbers? Are numbers something the conscious parts of the energy created to explain what it couldnâ??t understand?
Meh, I thought too much for right now. Iâ??m hungry anyways.