And I haven't changed my profile picture since before I started smoking anyways 8l

I rarely turn down free beer, and it's raining so outdoor festivities are cancelled anyways...

Yesterday, a friend and I went and bought about $20 worth of green. He had to work, so we decided we'd wait and smoke it later that night. My other friend ended up coming over so we all went outside and smoked together in his truck. We then came back inside and all went in my room and just started chilling, talking, listening to music etc. and my mom came in claiming she smelled weed. We managed to play it off after a long argument (our mistake was hotboxing his truck and not spraying ourselves or letting ourselves air out). and they both went home because they had work the next day.

I was a little pissed that she'd ruined my night and my appetite (I've been trying to gain a bit of weight lately which is part of the reason I smoke) but it was whatever. About half an hour later, my friend comes back to see if me and my mom were okay. For whatever reason he starts taking my mom's side at this point and asks to speak to her by himself, saying he wouldn't say anything bad and would let me stand by the door and listen. I reluctantly agree. He starts off by just talking about his past and whatnot, but then abruptly tells her that we smoked, and that we've been smoking for a while now. They purposefully ignored me as I desperately pleaded with them and pounded on the door for about half an hour.

I gave the stuff to my friend instead of throwing it away, but I don't know if he's going to give it back. I'm not a very heavy smoker as I only do it a few times a month, so I can go without it for a while if I need to. My mom didn't call the cops or threaten me at all, but I'm really conscious about how she thinks of me and I'm worried she'll see me as a different person now.

Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I was doing so well on hiding it until now and was hoping that secret would die with me. What do you think I should do?

I have a 12 year old sister that I love to death, but she started toking because she want to be old so badly I banned everyone that I know from dealing/associating with her bur it didn't stop her. I really really really don't want to tell my parents because I want to be able to have a healthy trusting relationship with her. How can I convince her to stop? tldr; 12 year old toking won't stop

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Ok so when I rolled a joint a few days ago, i don't think it was chopped up enough. So I rolled it not mixed and my throat, like a lot. So next time does it have to be chopped up like really well? Should i put more in? (it looked like there wasn’t enough) And how do i not choke this time?

And I'm out of trees, plus all my friends from the area moved away. Great way to put my Teenage years behind me...

It's like because I live under her house I'm not allowed to get mad, its so double standard. I simply was helping my step dad with the tv suggesting some things that might work. When my mom comes down sits on the couch and ask me if i'm high. Now most of the time I just ignore it and let it slide but I just got home from such an intense workout and my endorphins were running high, I kinda made a frustrating grunt and got all tense, when I started walking upstairs and trying to run from the situation when she throws a can of aerosol at me. Then proceeds to chase me upstairs yelling and yelling some more, luckily i got away to my room and she went to hers. The irony of the situation is that I just went out to pick some weed up. But i'm a responsible person I dont get high and drive. Her views on weed are so old fashioned, she called me a no good low life scumbag. Half of this has to do with me not having a job but I swear im looking. (in fact im waiting on a callback from a t shirt/bong shop place that seemed interested in hiring me for my retail experience.) I just am getting to a point where I need to move out, i'm 22 and by rights I should be on with my life but Ive suffered from depression for such a long time that it sort of affects me getting a job (bad anxiety, nervous ticks and the like). I feel weed keeps me cool and calm and brings me to full zen. My mom feels that weed just makes me stupid, she thinks that if im high I cannot have any cognitive thinking skills. But in reality I'm still the same person, I still think the same and can still act normal in most situations. Hell most of the time when I'm high my mom doesn't know, and when im sober she thinks i'm high all the time. Its an endless cycle and it's becoming tiresome. I just wish she would relax and let me live my life the way I want to, she always wants me to be on her level. Sure she wants the best for me but shes always putting pressure on me to go back to school (ive failed out of college three times, wasted thousands of dollars) and I keep saying not until im ready. I just want to live free from fear of having to hide my emotions, its just not fair. I pay rent and any extra over usage of the internet so I cant see why they complain so much. I'm a decent guy and I've even taking it upon myself to start living a healthier life which does wonders for my depression.

I just want to get this job at the bong shop/t shirt place so I can have a place where I feel I can be myself. Sure its just a small time job but its enough for me to move out. /endrant

TL;DR: Mom thinks im high all the time when I'm not, and whenever I am she doesn't even suspect a thing. Trees are a part of my life and my family(most) will never understand why.

EDIT: My mom just apologized to me and explained that she was just trying to make a joke and that it got out of hand. Awww i love her

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Ok so this summer I smoked more frequently than I usually did and now even when i smoke once a day I wake up and my eyes are dry and my throat feels clogged up almost like its gonna close up. I've never had dry eyes ever in my life before that. It's not actually closing up but it gives me anxiety at night sometimes. Whats going on exactly?? My guess is its time to take a T break but has this ever happened to yall?

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I went running with my friend today on a mountain, and we were planning to smoke some glorious bud when we'd come to the top. My heart sank when I realized, sitting on the throat of the world, that I had lost my trees! We spent half an hour backtracking, trying to find it, when we decided it wasn't worth it, and came back home. It was at least three grams. I'll never forgive myself.

I want to roll a joint but I can't, I want to do a shottie but I can't, and I would roll a blunt but there isn't enough weed. UPDATE: I found it, and I found more weed!

Like, I normally roll 2 at night and use one to chill out and the other to help me sleep, but normally I make them the same size. Today one is a lot bigger.

I dunno if I want to be higher to sleep or to watch TV... Life's hard.

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Hi everyone- This is a throwaway, but I've been experiencing some weird symptoms and wondering if anyone has had a similar experience after smoking.

I went to the ER today because I can't fully feel my sense of touch. Every time I touch/scratch myself it feels like there is a piece of fabric over the skin I'm scratching--like something is asleep or not part of my body almost. This is really terrifying.

They weren't able to place the problem (no stroke, no tumor, no horrible stuff), but there were some other issues with my cross examination. The nurse asked me if I smoked or did any drugs in the past few days (I said yes-- I toked 2 days before)---HOWEVER, I did not test positive for marijuana.

So, this is really scary. I think it may have to do with whatever I smoked, but despite thinking it was weed, I didn't test positive for weed. They have tested for a lot of other things, but I think the root of it is whatever I smoked.

My question is-- does anyone know of any substances that produce similar effects to marijuana but would have these symptoms? I'm really getting scared. What I smoked looked and smelled like marijuana.

ALSO- moral of the story: know where you get your shit from. It might not always be weed.

I won't get into my smoking history, but I was always a bit of a casual smoker, mostly due to my reaction to trees. My highs were unpredictable. Some, I could get in the zone, but most just brought out a lot of latent anxiety. I always tried to be a trooper about it, though, and continue to smoke to get to a level where I could always enjoy it.

(TL;DR I had a bad high in October that had me thinking I reality would dissolve before me and I would go insane. Since then, I've suffered from de-realization. Now read the darn story.)

The problem is, I would often start to dwell on all the things in my life that bothered me, but that I blocked out while sober. The effect was usually overload and I would get de-realized. But ever the trooper, I would push forward to the next high (Something I should have, in hindsight, maybe not done--There are people in this world, although rare, who are better off not smoking).

Then, there was October. It was during August that I had last gotten high at my friend's home and I should have known something was up then. We were playing "Bully" (You know, for posterity and all) and for some reason, the game was spooking the shit out of me, like some sort of bizarre dream. Then I had been dry. I was living home with mom, working at Wal-Mart to pay her rent, and not doing much else with myself. One of my co-workers said he could get me some decent trees, so I was down and I bought an 1/8. I'm pretty sure it was 'dro, but he didn't tell me what strain it was. A few nights later, I broke it out, lit it up, and nearly descended into madness. There's gonna be quite a bit of preface to give you context to everything.

The plan was to get ripped and play "GOW 3" with my friend. I had a one hitter and I packed it about as tight as I could, clearing it all in one hit. It was about as much as you'd pack a bong rip with, but no filtration and immediate burn-to-inhale smoke. I nearly coughed my brains out. I went inside, turned on "GOW 3", and... no friend. I hadn't told him I'd be on, so that was the first mistake. When I play online, I only play with friends, not by myself. So, I started getting antsy pretty quickly as the peak was getting more intense. Then I had a thought: I had never actually watched porn while high before (And at this point, I think a lot of my 'self-helps' I did more to reduce anxiety than out of routine or pleasure-duty).

It was intense. Too intense for me, and I was spent, so I decided to to lay down. That's a bad idea while too high, if ever there was one. I started my deep thinking again and out of nowhere, I started peeling back the pages of the last two years of my life.

When I had been in college, between 09-10, I had developed a crush on this cute girl. I would talk to her regularly, but she had a boyfriend. I knew it wouldn't last and since I hadn't found anyone else anywhere near as interesting, so I stuck it out. Then, in the beginning of Summer 2010, a myriad of things were happening: She was going to Greece, I was losing my financial aid to go back to college and my Grandma died. I had never dealt with it on the forefront of my mind, and soon after, I developed a Summer-long large intestinal/ colonic problem. I couldn't figure out what it was and neither could any doctor I went to. I would have pains every day and after two 1/2 weeks, I had dropped from 170 to 130. It dissipated after a few months, but it turned me into a hermit and I became not agoraphobic, but I was afraid to travel, should anything happen to me. That in itself had made me a little crazy.

Fast forward past a whole unproductive and depressing year of sitting at home doing nothing, and I get the job at Wally World. When I was laying there on my bed, it finally hit me that although I probably had some genuine intestinal issue at the time, it was probably worsened by the state of my mind and life. I started realizing that I had a shit ton of unresolved issues over my grandma's death, and that not going back to school stressed me out way more than going back to school (I always hated it). The push, though, came with the girl I liked. She been back from Greece for some time, free and single, and we had been hanging out, but I was a bit of a hurb, and she was starting express interest in some other guy. It hit me like a ton of bricks that the past couple years, I had been infatuated. This wasn't a crush, but an unhealthy obsession and to make it worse was the thought that nothing would ever actually come of it and I had made a whole lot of something out of nothing. I was terrified at what I had allowed myself to become.

And then I peeled back the last page. Nothing. I was staring in an abyss of nothingness and blackness. I was empty, I had no self-worth, and I was losing touch with reality. Then the intense fear that reality would dissolve before my very eyes and I would lose my shit for good thrust itself upon me. I thought very quickly about telling my mom that I was on the verge of a total meltdown, but our relationship was very tense and otherwise nonexistent. All I could think was that she would be her usual blunt and critical self and that only added to the weight of the situation. I could call my other Grandma, but I've been high around her before and I can't stand to here her go on while I'm high and I felt ashamed to tell her I was too high for fear of again being criticized. More weight. All was closing in. Call Dad? Never. I'd be so ashamed to tell him I was high and I feared, not criticism, but the worse thing we fear of all our dads: Disappointment. More weight. Only one person to call: Ronnie. My best bud and a bona fide stoner, suicide bong rips daily--A good soul.

I ran outside and I pretty much broke down over the phone, telling him I needed a friend, anybody, someone who'd care, to keep from falling over into the abyss. He laughed at me, but it calmed me because I knew it as a laugh a friend would let out at another of his friend's making a really dumb choice. And then he talked me down a little. He wasn't great at it, but I knew he was trying to be level-headed about it, so that helped. We ended with agreeing that I would go inside, watch some old episodes of Chappelle's Show and fall asleep. I did.

The next day, I woke up and it was like the whole world had changed. I was much further down than I thought I ever could be. No anxiety, just a near-dead lull of mind. From that day, I've experienced derealization. It almost never ceases and the first few months were hell to adjust to because I thought I was developing schizophrenia. As the wiki article suggests, I did hefty, taxing battle, if not all-out war, with intrusive thoughts--including fear of schizophrenia and going crazy, involuntary episodes of solipsism, and so on... I was full-body, full-mind tense as fuck the first few months.

I don't know if it's subsiding or if I've become slightly indifferent to it over time, but it's still there, just not as taxing. I'll have brief moments of reprieve that never last long, but they're graces that remind me when I dip low that I can get back to a place in my mind where everything seems back to normal and in decent order. I still have my really bad days, and I have better days. One thing's for sure: Among a plethora of new neuroses, I am absolutely averse to smoking again. I know it wasn't the weed, but a combination of my brain chemistry and and life events, but unfortunately for me, I'm one of the few in whom weed amplifies those negative aspects.

Smoke on, enjoy your life, and never take for granted what you have with weed because there are some of us who simply cannot enjoy what you can.

Sincerely,

Koodoo

Which will be either this wednesday or the one after.

The waiting is suffering.

It seems like everytime I take a hit they get harsher and harsher, even though I'm not using the same gear or weed. This time it came to a head as I puked my lunch up. This is in addition to the IBS I seem to be developing, which who knows, might be from weed too.

I'm probably going to quit. It was a fun ride but I just can't handle it anymore.