First time

[420mory]

Never really thought about trips like this with the planning and all.When I tripped for the first time I was 16 and did not really think about what I was going into. It was great but underestimate it and had some very important things planned that afternoon (birthday of a relative). Luckily I had a sober person with me that kept me sane during the whole family process.

I do agree with the others that over planning this thing is not such a good idea, just let it go and see what happens. 1 gram is very little for a first experience it might leave you disillusioned and disappointed, 1.5 - 2.0 gram of dried cubensis would to the trick.

Curious how you are going to like it , think its different for each person. Recently its more talking about tripping than actually tripping myself. Just can't find the time and the rest for it, so I will just wait for the moment to present it self. Nothing to plan for me and for be forced.

[fleck0]

Yeah I never understood why some people don't get high the first time. Anyone have any theories?

I think alot of people don't know how to inhale properly their first time

[Dplaya4life03]

Yeah I never understood why some people don't get high the first time. Anyone have any theories?

People sometimes don't inhale right i guess. My friend smoked his first time and didnt feel it at all, but i could tell he wasnt inhaling right. I told him how and he still wasnt doing it right so i jus gave up b/c i didnt want to be bothered with his problems

But anyways, I got completly blazed my first time + I knew how to inhale from ciggs so that helped alot.

[almigster]

I was 15 and smoked with some guys in the walk in kitchen of the restraunt we worked at. They were around 20 and pretty intense smokers. We took some gravities then went into the kitchen and turned everything back on (the kitchen had been closed for about an hour) and made cheese steaks, chicken fingers, fries, onion ringers, and chicken parm. It was a crazy good time

[horror business]

Well, my first time was horrible, to say the least. This will be long, but you asked, and I'll deliver.

Anyway, I had always wanted to smoke pot, ever since I was fairly young (around 8). I don't listen to rap, but my neighbor who was a few years earlier gave me some of his old cd's, and one of my first cd's was Dr. Dre's "The Chronic", which for those of you who don't know, the cd itself is a nice sativa pot leaf. I'd see it being glorified, and my neighbor introduced me to the Cheech and Chong movies, so obviously I wanted to try it. My mom, who grew up in the 60's gave me a very honest drug talk when I was very young, explaining to me the dangers of meth, etc... She told me that she had smoked pot 3 times in the 60's or 70's or something.

Well, I moved out-of-state for one year, and that first summer I attended my first concert. My mom took me to Ozzfest. Well, anyway, at the concert, there was a head-shop that had a tent, and they gave away two free issues of High-Times. My mom didn't care about the magazines. I read them over so many times.

Well, two summers later, I was back to my hometown, and had met my best friend. We did everything together and talked about everything, but never tried pot, and actually never talked about it. Well, during the summer, as I was cleaning my room I had found those two issues of High Times and again read them over and over again. I wanted to try pot, but was young and innocent and thought "no one in this town would know where to get pot" and though my first opportunity would be when I was in college or something. Well anyway, this was the summer right after my 7th grade year, so I was 13. In mid-July, I was talking to my friend on the phone, and told him how I had started drinking Non-Alcoholic beer. I knew it didn't have any effects, but for some reason, I thought I was cool that I drank beer, plus I liked the taste. Anyway, he thought it was cool, and then asked me if I had ever smoked pot. I told him I hadn't, and then he asked me if I wanted to try it. I jumped at the opportunity you see, and he told me that the following Monday he would be at my house, with our other friend, for band practice, because we were starting a band, and he said that he'd bring some over. Anxiously I waited for that Monday to come. We made the plants the previous Friday. During the time, I just thought of how cool it must be, and I figured that everything would be funny, and that I'd laugh alot. You see, I love to laugh, but my dad had cancer so I was depressed, and thought that being able to laugh at everything would be good for my depression.

Well, that Monday morning I got up very early. I made sandwhiches for everyone before they got there, because I figured that we'd get the munchies. I got shampoo, towels, and soap all ready, along with clean clothes, because I was planning ahead so I didn't smell like it when my mom got home. I was well prepared, or so I thought.

Well, my friends ring the doorbell, and I immediately ask him if he has it. He tells me "no", and I get so pissed. I tell him to leave, and he says what about band practice, and I say "I quit, now get the fuck out of my house". He then tells me he really does have it, but he was just making sure I really wanted to smoke, he likes to trick me sometimes. I then ask to see it, as I've never seen it in real life before. He opens up his altoids container and he has a joint, papers, and about 1 or 2 grams wrapped in the celophane from a cigarette. I smell the joint, as I've never smelled marijuana before but always wanted to know what it smelt like. It didn't have much of a smell. I was satisfied that he actually had it, and was looking forward to smoking.

My best friend went into the garage where my other friend was playing guitar, to ask him if he wanted to come. He didn't really want to as he wanted to start practice, but he came along anyway.

It was about 10:30am and it was hot, and there was not one cloud in the sky. Bright vibrant blue sky, green grass, trees, a very nice day. My sub-division is next to a church, and behind the church are woods. My friend decided that that is where we were going to smoke. I was afraid we'd get caught, or that someone would see us, but he assured me that he had smoked there many times before, and that it was safe. We had to walk over the churches huge hill, and then through a small corn field to get to the woods. It took us a long time to get there, well, actually only about 10 minutes, but still.

My friend lit the joint, took a hit, and then handed it to me. I was so excited. I had never tried a cigarette or anything in the past, but I knew how to take HUGE hits and hold them in, because when I was little I used to have really bad asthma, and I had this one inhaler that I had to take whenever I had an asthma attack where I had to take a fast deep inhale all the way to the bottom of my lungs and hold it in for a minute and then exhale and do it again. So, when he handed me the joint, I took a MASSIVE HIT and held it in for about a minute. I blew so much smoke out and started coughing like crazy. I then took three more of these sized hits. Oh yeah, I asked them if it was laced, because my parents always told me that weed today is laced, and it wasn't in the 60's, but my best friend assured me that his dad grew it, and it was very good shit. I believed him, and later found out it was true. Anyway, we passed the joint back and forth, and there were amazed at the hits I was getting. I kept waiting for something that would seem funny to be, but it didn't happen. Then, my friend said something stupid and I thought it was funny. I thought I was high. I thought that all it did was make things funny. I wasn't satisfied, as I wanted to laugh uncontrollably, so my friend took out his massive piece that he called the whistler, because it whistles when you take a hit. The weed looked different that in the unlit joint, and I thought it was laced, but my friend just said it was all resiny, so I took a HUGE hit, and blew a cloud of smoke out that amazed my friends. We decided it would be best to walk back to my house now.

The moment I walked out of the woods into the sunlit area, it kicked in all at once. It hit me fucking hard. Everything was different. I felt like I had lifted off of the ground. It felt like I was walking on the moon. Everything was so bright and vibrant, it reminded me of a video game with good graphics. It almost looks "too real". I asked my friends "WHAT HAPPENED?!" in a panic striken cry. They just stared at me and continued walking, laughing, smiling, and talking to one and other. I felt alone. I felt that I was trapped beneath myself. I thought maybe I had died, and that I was dreaming. That my dead body was back in the woods. I thought it must have been laced. No, I knew it couldn't be laced. I just thought that marijuana was truly evil. We arrived back at my house, in what seemed to be only 1 minute. I kept explaining what I was experiencing to my friends and they said "that's good. you're just really high right now". I felt like they didn't understand. That no one could understand. I contemplated calling 911, just so the hospital could make me feel normal again. I just wanted the "high" to end. I feared that it would never end. I feared that I would be this way forever. I went onto a Yahoo Chat Room for marijuana smokers, and asked them how to make it end. They told me eating and drinking milk would help. I couldn't eat. Food sounded sickening because my stomach was so nervous. It felt like I had a million butterflies in my stomach, from being so scared, that eating seemed like a bad thing to do. I felt so guilty, so scared, so traumatised. I wanted everything to be back to normal. My friends were pissing me off, having a good time. I just wanted to be alone. We watched the dvd that came with Metallica's St. Anger cd, and I didn't like talking because it freaked me out, so I just sat there. My best friend kept asking me if I liked it, and I lied and told him yeah, just so he'd shut up. I drank a few glasses of milk, which only calmed me down. After watching the television for about an hour, I noticed that my high was going away. We went out back to the woods to smoke more, but I didn't smoke more, only they did.

That was my first time. Afterwards, I became straight-edge. I wanted nothing to do with drugs, thinking they'd make me feel like that.

Over a year later, after Christmas, I had gotten a nice sized bud for a Christmas present from one of my friends. I decided "what the hell, first times can be scary" so I made a pipe out of alluminum foil, and smoked a total of about 10 hits. I didn't inhale quite as hard as my first time. I inhaled it like a cigarette. Anyway, about 5 minutes after smoking, the panic swept over me. I thought "SHIT. WHAT HAVE I DONE? I JUST SMOKED. ITS GOING TO MAKE ME HIGH AGAIN AND I HAVE TO WAIT IT OUT!" I went into my mom's room, confessed, and told her I didn't want to be high, and didn't want it to kick in. She told me to lay down on the floor and watch some tv. I did. The muscles in my back started twitching, and I had my eyes closed. I must have zoned out, but a second later, I became aware that it had kicked in. I opened my eyes, got up, told my mom "IT'S HAPPENING! IT'S HAPPENING! IM HIGH!" and started crying, and confessing that I had smoked ,and that I hate marijuana, and that I didn't want to do it, and she wasn't mad, because she's cool, but she said it was a stupid thing to do. Anyway, my mom was about to go to bed, so she told me to go watch some TV and get some sleep. While I was watching CNN, I noticed my mouth was extremely dry, but I just fell asleep. I woke up the next morning sober, and realized that weed does go away, and not dwell on the bad feelings and just chill out, and enjoy what's happening, but I had the munchies so bad. I ate so many sugar cookies, and I hate the chinese leftovers from last night, which was only a little bit of fried rice. I wanted more, but there was no more, so I ate all of the sugar cookies.

After that, I wasn't straight edge anymore, but I never smoked pot. 3 or so years later, this year, I started smoking. At first I got a little paranoid, afraid I'd have a bad experience due to my first time smoking so much for a first timer, but I just learned to CHILL OUT. I then began to notice how improved my senses are when I'm high, and loved it. It became an every week thing. Then it became once or twice a week thing. Then it became an everyday thing. Now it's become an at least everyday thing. Now, I laugh at my first experience, and long to get that high again. All of the feelings from my first high, I've experienced again, except for one. I've never felt like I was walking on the moon, or "bouncing" ever since my first time. It was one thing that I actually liked about my first time. I love cannabis, I just had a bad first experience and a bad second experience due to expectations from my first experience.
Peace,
horror business

[horror business]

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[OniEhtRedrum781]

i smoked a joint in a local school yard on a saturday afternoon, and went quiet for about an hour... that's all

[crudemood]

well the actual first time i tried weed didnt count all i did was get tired and went to sleep. nothing too interesting. that was when i was.. 17.

the first time i actually had my first good experience was when i was 18, me and my friend were at her house and we were dry and so we asked some roomates if they had anything. so we got a nickel worth of hash. We smoked that and then we went and ate a whole chicken. lol.

[TokinBaby]

first time, i was ignorant of the fact u had to inhale. second time was AWESOME. it was hilarious, i was in a room fulll of ppl and we were doing shotguns, so i got F-ed up! Me and this guy's mom were throwing chips at each other and catching them in our mouths....ahh, good times! :stoned:

[TokinBaby]

almigster, that would be HEAVEN for me!!