03-11-2016, 05:03 PM
My night did not end at that last update. Basically, I had an awful night and I'll try to recount and describe what had happened to me as best I can. I lost track of time, so you'll have to imagine the timeline of events.
I came back inside, a bit wobbly and such. My wife shook her head at me in disapproval. I find it hard to give any fucks.
I eat a chocolate and part of a cheesestick. I start feeling nauseous and am concerned the weed I got was laced with some other shit. The world has become too real. I can feel everything. I can pay attention to everything. For a man with ADHD, this level of focus (or lack there of) is terrifying. I have a million thoughts running at once in my head. These are the basic things that I had on my mind during this time:
Background mental music, listening to T.V. with eyes shut. Main imaginative focus on strange creatures developed via my crazed stupor, many MANY side images occuring at the same time (like that T.V. wall thing from Robot Chicken). Keep losing main track of thought and refinding it. Certain I will not remember anything of this night. Unfortunate, very much wrong.
So, the nausea causes me to throw up, first in the sink, then in the toilet. I'm miserable. Wondering why I feel like crap, I suddenly realize that chocolate from before was probably too damn old and gave me food poisoning. Because of my hypersensitivity/activity noted above, this feeling of awfulness is basically the worst thing ever.
To impress how strange this was, I can only describe my feeling as having everything in my body turned on at the same time, and/or living as every multiversal version of myself at the same time. My wife thinks I'm a lightweight now and that I went too damn fast. She's probably right.
Eventually I pass out asleep. When I wake up, I have a huge headache and basically feel like 300 pounds of pure ass. Looking back on it, it was a lot like being plastered, but with far more mental activity. The moral of the story is: when you get stoned, don't get food poisoning.
I came back inside, a bit wobbly and such. My wife shook her head at me in disapproval. I find it hard to give any fucks.
I eat a chocolate and part of a cheesestick. I start feeling nauseous and am concerned the weed I got was laced with some other shit. The world has become too real. I can feel everything. I can pay attention to everything. For a man with ADHD, this level of focus (or lack there of) is terrifying. I have a million thoughts running at once in my head. These are the basic things that I had on my mind during this time:
Background mental music, listening to T.V. with eyes shut. Main imaginative focus on strange creatures developed via my crazed stupor, many MANY side images occuring at the same time (like that T.V. wall thing from Robot Chicken). Keep losing main track of thought and refinding it. Certain I will not remember anything of this night. Unfortunate, very much wrong.
So, the nausea causes me to throw up, first in the sink, then in the toilet. I'm miserable. Wondering why I feel like crap, I suddenly realize that chocolate from before was probably too damn old and gave me food poisoning. Because of my hypersensitivity/activity noted above, this feeling of awfulness is basically the worst thing ever.
To impress how strange this was, I can only describe my feeling as having everything in my body turned on at the same time, and/or living as every multiversal version of myself at the same time. My wife thinks I'm a lightweight now and that I went too damn fast. She's probably right.
Eventually I pass out asleep. When I wake up, I have a huge headache and basically feel like 300 pounds of pure ass. Looking back on it, it was a lot like being plastered, but with far more mental activity. The moral of the story is: when you get stoned, don't get food poisoning.