I've never been a heavy blow user but ive gone through a Gone through a gram and a half or more this past week. At the beginning I could barely do a line because of how stopped up my nose was but now it feels clearer than ever. Is there any reason to this ? Just so you know I'm not looking to medicate Coke for my sinus problems I'm just curious!
Personally, no, and never after use. However, I have from time to time noticed that anticipation of some can make my sinuses a tad runny.(when it was plugged just before.)
Never forget this rule: different drugs do different things to different people.
However! We are all human, so of course similar effects will occur with side effects here and there.
I had also used afrem or however you spell it so that may have something to do with it
Is that your idea of nasal decongestion medicine? It's not OTC
Cocaine is a vasoconstrictor. Doesn't 'clear out' so much as just shrinks the nasal membranes, opening your nasal passages wide. That reason alone is almost enough to use it a lot, great to breathe freely.
Whether you're a loner who has no family or you know that your family won't get you what you really want this year, I have found a way to shop for yourself AND keep the gifts a surprise!
I have tested this out over the last couple of weekends and my method has not failed me yet. You're gonna wanna start off by consuming some memory-inhibiting intoxicants. Xanax, booze, weed, etc. The substance matters less than how you consume. My choice has been to smoke joints with Jack Daniel's and coke.
After a solid 4-6 hours of being a degenerate, you're most likely going to be in a blackout or brownout. This is perfect. This is what we want. After you've confirmed you wont remember most or any of these events, you're ready to shop. Personally, online shopping is my favorite. The gifts come in boxes already so you don't spoil the surprise. When they arrive just wrap up the boxes, stuff em under the tree, and boom you've got yourself some Christmas surprises. Straight from #1: yourself.
So far I have 4 boxes under my tree from myself. I haven't the slightest clue what's in them, but if I know myself they're probably gonna be awesome.
I once read "there's nothing in real life that really compares to drugs" and its true. You find happiness in other things, but no, nothing is as awe inspiring as that third tab of acid or rail of good coke.
When it stops being fun, stop. My meth addiction started with a few amazing months where I'd use once a week. I should have left it there. 4 years later I was fucked up beyond repair. When you start thinking its going too far, just quit.
Nicotine is the hardest drug to quit. And I still have not succeeded.
Psychedelics are the best, but you have to be in the right setting and frame of mind. A bad trip is no fun, so never do acid or shrooms if you feel unsure
Weed is not harmless.
Addiction is a slow creeping thing. Know the warning signs to stop it taking hold. If you like sniffing limes once a week or once a month, if you start doing it on other days to, thats the first sign its taking hold
If you are going to trip, keep a benzo on hand. I once read "theres no way to stop a bad trip", yes there is.
Go to Amsterdam at least once in your life
Dont risk your job or family to get high, you will probably stop using drugs eventually, but you will always need a job and family
Never smoke synthetic cannabis
Alright this was a number of years ago when I was still in high school (17y/o) living with my folks. My mom is someone who never touched drugs or even likes drinking so she’s not about any of it, my dad is an old dead head so you know what’s up.
One day I finally scored a bag of shrooms for cheap and was excited since I never tried (was doing a lot of acid at the time). I stashed my bag with my stash of weed in my room. A few days go by and I’m about to eat some caps and stems when i find out the bag is missing. My heart was racing as I thought my mom found it, but all my weed stuff was still there.
I go into my dads man cave where he is sipping on a beer and I ask him if he might have found anything in my room. He smiles at me and pulls the bag from his desk. “I found some fungi growing in your closet” he said with a grin. Unsure what to really do I ask if he’s mad and he says no.
A week goes by and my mom leaves town to see some old friends out of state. This makes being stoned at the house easier since I don’t have to worry about her. I came home around 6pm after hanging out with friends to find my dad watching Tom and jerry in the living room laughing. I ask him if he’s alright. He looks at me, smiles, points to the bag of shrooms of the table and nods his head yes. “You can have your shrooms back son, I’m all done with them”. I grab my bag and walk to my room. I’m in shock about what is happening
About 20 minutes later he knocks on my door and asks me to roll him a joint. I do so and he went for a walk for like 2 hours before coming back home.
I asked him how he found my bag of shrooms and he than admits to me he’s been taking a little bit of weed from me every now and again so he saw the bag. My dad is a pretty funny guy lol
Prolouge
BLAH BLAH BLAH I recently came back from a short vacation and I brought back 50 mushroom chocolates to sell. I sold most of them and saved 15 for personal use (DOSED AT 2G OF SHROOMS PER CHOCOLATE) I've already done some and while I enjoy tripping really hard I took three my last trip, one chocolate still does wonders. When I got back home from a week long bender on Sunday mid-day I was fairly certain I had 6 chocolates left in my dresser and a customer was going to pick up 4 which left me with two for me so basically my last trip from this batch. there were only five left. I repeat THERE WERE ONLY FIVE LEFT!! I wasn't sure what to do because first of all, nobody touches my stuff and my whole family knows that very well, and second of all I didn't want anyone to accidentally find out that they were tripping or something. (I come from a very sober, closed minded and fucked up family, we're talking anger issues, neglect, verbal abuse and a six year-zero progress divorce situation. I'm the oldest of my two younger siblings and my 10 year old sister is pretty chill but my 15 year old brother is an arrogant little bitch)
END OF USELESS RAMBLING AND BEGINING OF A VERY WEIRD DAY (summarizing the top part: a chocolate shroom was missing and it was one of my two little siblings) DUN DUN DUN
I didn't know what to do so I went and said hi to my siblings (if my parents were tripping I'd have just let em think about how shitty they are as people before telling them they were tripping) anywho first, I approached my brother and he was minding his own business on YouTube doing some stupid teenage boy shit and working out. Seemed normal enough, I also started saying that I think his eyes are greener than usual so that I could see if his pupils were saucers. They were not... Seemed fine. Next I went upstairs to my little sister (I'm going to call her Rachel for the purpose of this post) Rachel sleeps in the attic, so as I was walking up the stairs to her room I already realized she was probably tripping or something. All of her stuffed animals were arranged in size and color order in a grid (she has quite a large collection of stuffed animals which have migrated from her bed to a box near her bed because she's a "big girl" now and I haven't seen them out of the box in quite a while. So I walked upstairs and she's staring into the mirror. At that point I felt terrible but I also realized that so far she's been safe and she wasn't doing anything too crazy and I also wasn't sure if I should tell her she was tripping. I sat down with her and we spoke for a few minutes and she said she did in fact go into my dresser to see what I was talking about when I told my friend to make sure she closed the drawer earlier this month. I was angry at first but I remembered that people being angry or upset with me makes me feel a certain bad vibe and feeling while tripping so I decided not to do that to her, instead I just hung out with her (basically a mixture of literal babysitting and tripsitting) I brought her some kenitic sand (my favorite thing to play with while tripping) and it was all going great, we painted some cool things with finger paint, I played some nice chill tunes for her and we built a giant magnatile castle (magnetic tiles that are surprisingly relaxing) that was untill Rachel started to get really quiet and began asking some deep questions like "why do mommy and daddy hate each other?" "What is love?" I was able to distract her from those subjects for a nice amount of time. It was almost 4:30 and I had work at 5, I forgot to cancel earlier so I called my boss and canceled, he got quite upset and I guess Rachel heard that over the phone and she quickly said that the room changed from happy green to scary red. I got really nervous and hung up on my boss and tried to get her giggles back but she was just quiet and spaced out so I sat there on her bed and waited a few minutes and asked what color the room was. She replied a minute or two later (which felt like an eternity) that her feeling color was changing back but she couldn't describe the color. Thank god my mom wasn't home and my dad is a complete spaz so i took her outside (bundled up a lot) and we went onto our neighbors snow filled trampoline. That was a lot of fun she definitely enjoyed that and we started talking. Being the shroomed out genius that she is (genius part still is) she said very calmly "why are you being so nice to me? And does it have to do with the funny rainbow things I see in my hand?" (My mind kinda said oh lit she's having those cool skin visuals but after that thought it went straight to OH SHIT WHAT NOW!?!?) so I told her what shrooms are and that she took a little of them and I explained that psychedelics are glasses that some people use once in a while to see things differently I also said that I'd rather she doesn't tell my mom who already wants me dead enough as is and it would be nice if my mom doesn't start saying I'm drugging minors (she said I tried to burn down the house when I accidentally put metal in the microwave when I was on like 8xannies) but I also said I can't ask her to lie so she should do what's right but I explained how they work and that this will all be over pretty soon. After that she was quiet and I could tell she was having some interesting visuals and then she started uncontrollably giggling. I asked what's going on and she said she thought she was just starting to go crazy like our mom who we discussed earlier and I explained that mommy's just a little sick but instead of a cold or a fever she's just sick in the head (our moms got a nice assortment of mental dissorders as a result of a lot of intense chemotherapy not genetic thankfully) after that we went inside I made her some cut up veggies (my favorite shroom snack) and made sure she drank lots of water as to not get dehydrated. After that I told her she would probably like the feeling of showering and I asked if she was ok with me waiting right outside the door and to keep it unlocked (look at me being responsible for like the first time ever lmao) so she went to shower and I let her connect her iPod to my megaboom speaker. That was definitely enjoyable for her. After the shower I could tell by her attitude and pupils that she was starting to sober up so she just chilled in my room with me a little bit and went to watch TV with my dad. I felt terrible that she was on drugs for half the day and especially that the begining of her trip she was alone playing in her room but I also felt relieved that my mom wasn't there she was away on vacation (private family speculation is that she goes away to get some dick every once in a while) I was also glad that I dealt with it so well and kept her entertained and happy the entire day. So far this is just between my sister and I... And now the entire internet. What do you think? Should I tell my dad? Is it fair to ask her not to tell anyone ever? Should I have dealt with it differently? Is she gonna need years of therapy from this one experience?? How bad is this for a little 10 year olds brain? How badly did I fuck this up? Lmk what you think
Edit: I have since ordered a safe on Amazon and it will be arriving tomorrow, yes I shouldn't have kept my door to my room unlocked but also they were hidden away pretty well underneath some clothing in my dresser. She apparently overheard me telling my friend to make sure all my drawers were closed a while ago and then somehow found and ate a chocolate. I'm lucky it wasn't two and I'm still not sure why she would eat a random thing that I hid in my room.
So yesterday I get home from work and I smoke a little puff before entering the house (can't see my car from the house). So I get in and head downstairs to my room and my mom stops me and stare at me right into the eyes and doesn't say a thing.
Me to me : Oh shit, she knows...
After a good 5 seconds of eternal silence.
Mom : Like my new glasses :) ?
Me : Whu... Oh yeah the glasses. Super nice!
We love, we laugh, we cry, we scream. No one knows what the fuck they’re doing. We’re all just chasing the high, whether that be finding happiness in love, video games, sport, hobbies, your career, family, drugs, pets, music...and then we die. We fill our lives with such meaningless shit, that it becomes so, so important.
We will all experience things like heartbreak, loss, having to put a pet down, falling out with a friend, unemployment, self-doubt. Some people process it differently to others, some people may experience these things more than others. Some people will go through these super early in life whilst others may experience them much later in life.
We’re all so different, and yet so much the same. Life can be entirely meaningless- if you want it to be. Yet I don’t, and I’m doing something about that.
I’ve got my mates over and we’re having a fat sesh; life is good at the moment. I have some huge things coming in the future that I have to deal with, but for now I just wanna live in the moment and sink this fat cone.
Peace
I barely smoke anymore but when I do it’s not the same the highs are just negative as hell and I think about all the bad times in my life and never good things that happen. Anyone else like this
My alcoholism has developed to the point I don't need a chaser. I literally woke up and went straight to the mason jar I filled with vodka last night. It's not even halfway decent vodka either. It is the cheapest shit they sell at the liquor store. I would have gone cheaper but I didn't want to walk all the way to buy the store brand at the grocery store, which would've been about 2-3 dollars cheaper for a handle.
I cannot control myself whatsoever when it comes to alcohol. I'm like a fire that needs to be fed. Fuel and oxygen. That is all I need. If you drank my blood you'd probably get drunk.
I don't know how to change but I'm tired of this.
edit: because this made the front page
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What if some stupid 20 year old got like 10,000 xanax pills, they decide to take one. They take the pill and 30 minutes later they feel fine, so they take a 2nd pill and wait another 30 minutes. They still feel normal so they go to take a 3rd pill and they see that the bag is totally empty, but not only is the bag empty they happen to be driving on the highway. Not only are they driving but there are bags of cash in the back seat, and they are being chased by the cops. Not only this, but the guy is now 50 years old and his kids are in the back seat. Not only this but he has a gun in his left hand that is on the steering wheel, and it is missing 2 bullets. AND THERE IS BLOOD ON HIS SHIRT. Wouldn't this be crazy?
I think that the majority of people who say they use it for depression are just less depressed because they're high 24/7, and for them it's more of an escape mechanism than a treatment. Being inebriated is not a treatment for depression. What do you guys think?
I have never been so energized and relaxed at the same time. Its fucking amazing. I was able to focus on my high thoughts and make perfect sense of everything. I work at ChickFIlA and i was able to work so efficiently in such a fast paced environment on top being zooted. Most unique high i’ve ever experienced
After my last post I was asked to analyse whether people on stimulants have longer posts, so here we go:
To answer this question, I analyzed 90 reddit posts and the results are in the picture. Long story short, people posting high on stimulants post more words compared to people posting non stimulant related content on r/Drugs. Although it wasn’t statistically significant people posting about stimulants, without being high on them posted less words than people being high on them. The lack of significance probably comes from the small sample size (30 posts per group). Between the people posting non stimulant related content and the people posting about stimulants without being high on them no difference in words per post was found.
Note: It’s impossible to tell whether a person really is on stimulants or not, this data is fully reliant on self-reports. Statistically speaking over a large enough sample size (which here isn’t given) people lying would mostly even out. Also just because in the control groups they didn’t mention being high on stimulants, they still could be without mentioning it.
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The rest is how I conducted this research and the statistical data. If you have no idea what I`m on about just read the first two paragraphs.
Method/Procedure
I gathered 30 different reddit posts from people that self-reported being “high” on stimulants, while writing that post, 25 of those were from the subreddit r/drugs and 5 from r/stims. Most data were gathered sorting by “fresh “(about 25), but since I couldn’t find more posts with that filter, I ended up searching the page for people being high on stimulants while posting. Next, I gathered 30 posts about stimulants where people didn’t report being high on them, just like in the first group 25 of those were from the subreddit r/drugs and 5 from r/stims (sorting by “fresh”). Last I gathered 30 random reddit posts from r/drugs, sorting by “fresh” that had nothing to do with stimulants. After that for each group I copied the text (without the title) into word, to get a word count per post. The word count was then put into SPSS for further statistical analysis.
Results
The statistical analysis was done with SPSS. A one-way ANOVA was used to determine whether there were differences between the groups. People high on stimulants had an average of 316.27 words per post, which was significantly more than people posting non stimulant related content, 123.97, p=.048.
People posting about stimulants, without mentioning being high on them, had an average of 127.50 words per post, which didn’t significantly differ from the people being high on them, 316.2, p=.054. Although it isn’t statistically significant a trend can be observed.
Between the people posting non stimulant related content, 123.97, and the people posting about stimulants without being high on them, 127.50, no difference in words per post was found, p>.999.
Tl;Dr: people posting high on stimulants post more words compared to people posting non stimulant related content on r/Drugs. Although it wasn’t statistically significant people posting about stimulants, without being high on them posted less words than people being high on them.
A little bit of relevant info, im 23 years old, male, and went out last night to my companys christmas party. Got pretty tipsy at the dinner (free alcohol cant pass that up) and we headed to a near by bar after that. Was feeling pretty good, was drunk but wasn't blacked out or anything. I overheard that a few of my coworkers were on molly earlier that night. Cool beans, they can do what they want, theyre adults i hope they enjoy their night. Leave my drink at the bar, take a piss, come back and down my drink. new guy in the office at work was next to me at the bar, he asked me two or three times how i was feeling. it was a little weird at the time but i didnt think much of it. pretty soon after that my heart started RACING. I started grinding my teeth uncontrollably. I went outside and sat on the curb and couldnt get up for an hour. I knew the feeling. i was rolling on molly. ive done molly a handful of times and its a pretty distinct feeling. After about an hour of me just sitting there grinding my teeth super fucking hard and feeling not the way i should be at all, i told the bouncer outside that im pretty sure i got something slipped in my drink. i was feeling pretty emotional and felt that it was very important to tell someone. at that point i was very empathetic and worried about others (classic attitude on molly) then gathered myself and walked home.
im still really shaken by this. I dont know to do. Should i talk to HR? we are a small company and our HR rep is a very nice gal. i know she'd listen and probably take it seriously but i have no evidence. i think i know who did it but i cant be sure.
I also just feel like im being dramatic, why would someone drug me? the only reason i can think of is that molly is something you want to experience with people so maybe he just wanted others to be on his level.
Should i call the bar? see if they have cameras? see if i can get evidence? Im very shaken by this, at this point i really just need reassurance that im not crazy. I know what molly feels like. i know i should not have felt that way last night.
any advice is much needed right now. I feel like im going crazy. I know what molly fucking feels like
Update: talked to another one of my coworkers, said the guy i was suspecting did the same thing to someone else.
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