Maybe I'm crazy...but I decided to devote the day to smoking a particular nug that a stranger gave me. So I hiked down to the river and began my smoke.

Wow, I've never felt like this before. I soon find myself wanting to cry at the beauty of nature that surrounds me. Now, I'm becoming lost in thought. Repressed memories have come back to me, things I would have never remembered while sober. Maybe an hour after smoking I take out a pad of paper and write and write and write. My handwriting is all over the page in big letters, shaky and almost looking like a foreign language. I'm aware my leg is shaking and bouncing uncontrollably and I've had one eye clenched shut the entire time. So I decide to see out the other eye. My writing transforms considerably. It's not even my own hand writing. Having just reread my short entry using my other eye to see, I realized I totally hallucinated what I saw on the pad of paper. I thought I saw distinct letter shapes, certain words...but it's not there.

I stop writing.

I head to a remote spot and realize I'm walking around with my eyes wide open, as if in permanent shock. I feel like I'm in permanent shock.

Now sober, I just reread some of the things I wrote. I don't remember writing half of it and it just doesn't make sense. I do remember not being able to keep up with my thoughts, which I think is the reason for the random sentence changes...I can't even remember it anymore.

I dunno. Just needed to share this experience. Is that what being high is? Don't get me wrong, I've smoked countless times before, and I thought I had been high...but this time was different.

Bottom line: do you guys think this was really good weed? Or something else?

Sorry if this was a waste of time...I hope you aren't all thinking..."Der, that's what being high is you tard," but I'm just curious.
jadeyaya Reviewed by jadeyaya on . Perhpas I'm being silly...but what did I smoke!? Maybe I'm crazy...but I decided to devote the day to smoking a particular nug that a stranger gave me. So I hiked down to the river and began my smoke. Wow, I've never felt like this before. I soon find myself wanting to cry at the beauty of nature that surrounds me. Now, I'm becoming lost in thought. Repressed memories have come back to me, things I would have never remembered while sober. Maybe an hour after smoking I take out a pad of paper and write and write and write. My Rating: 5