Recreationally, I’ve tried acid, mushrooms, pot, crack, alcohol, whippets, and whatever it is House is addicted to.
In every case, it’s been situational. I bought pot once, split an eighth with a friend, and my portion ended up drying to dust before I even used it, lol. Pot’s nice to have around, though at least my booze is still valid 3 years after I open it, which is about how long it takes me to drink even half a bottle. Pot kinda wastes away. Wasn’t impressed by the acid, no desire to repeat it. The whippets scared the living shit out of me when I blacked out for a minute; never did it after that, though I’d enjoyed the stupidity often enough before that that I probably did permanent damage. ><
The prescription pills I tried one night when I wasn’t in pain but really wanted to sleep; gave me bedspins and made me sick, so…yeah.
The crack was retarded; buzz lasted all of 20 seconds for me, while everyone else was whacked out for much longer. Never saw the point of it.
I enjoy mushrooms, but if I had a steady supply I’d still only do them maybe once every couple years; just a nice spiritual grounding for me.
No desire to try anything harder for the simple reasons that
If I don’t like it, yuck!
If I do like it…whoops.
Yeah. No desire for that kind of lifestyle, though I’m probably addicted to my diet pepsi so it’s not as if I don’t have my crutches, hehe.
Some (many) years ago, my roomies had a pot party, and, while I wasn’t even in the room with them, I got a nasty contact buzz from the reek. Had weird dreams that night, didn’t find the experience pleasant, and have never considered any closer exposure to the stuff.
Booze just slowly turns my mind off, like a dimmer switch on a light fixture. Going, going, going, zzzzzzz.
Never tried illegal drugs, no interest. I don’t like feeling out of control or taking something and not knowing what’s going to happen. I’ve never even been drunk. I have drank (is that the correct past tense?) alcohol, max 1 glass at a time, and I’m okay with a couple kinds of wine, but overall I just don’t care for the taste. I’m a really picky eater, and that extends to liquids as well.
When I had my wisdom teeth out, I didn’t touch the Percocet and stuck to a lot of Extra Strength Tylenol and Advil. Which worked well, to my surprise. I didn’t want the nausea and constipation and I was afraid that I’d like it too much. I still have all 30 pills lying around.
My brother smokes a lot of pot and I don’t have a problem with that and think it should be legalized, but no thanks. I think it smells terrible. He had this pot-tobacco blend that he stored in a can and I smelled it once and wanted to puke. I asked him how he could stand to smoke something that smelled like ass and he said he thought it smelled a little like blueberries. Uh, what?
Never had the slightest interest in pot or any other drugs (although I like my caffeine). I’m not even much of a drinker and I’ve never even been drunk (but maybe buzzed a couple of times). shrug Couldn’t tell you why, just never seemed that interesting to me.
The only illegal drug I’ve tried is marijuana (which I liked). I was prescribed Vicodin after a kidney stone and liked that too. The only drug I’ve really come to dislike is alcohol. I like the taste and the tipsy feelings well enough, but it keeps me awake at night and gives me really horrible headaches. The good doesn’t outweigh the bad.
I’m an control freak when it comes to my mental processes, and the idea of deliberately messing with my thinking horrifies me. I’m even uncomfortable about taking sleeping pills. Heck, I’m even somewhat uncomfortable with falling asleep (I’m usually too tired to think about it). I went through a phase when I was younger when I was terrified to go to sleep each night, because it involves losing consciousness!
So no, I wouldn’t take drugs even if they were legal, and I don’t drink.
I once took a trip to Amsterdam where pot is not exactly legal but tolerated. I found a suitable coffee shop and asked for a mild joint. This was followed by 2-3 hours of the room spinning all round me, nausea, and headache. Never again.
I have PTSD and the only thing that alleviates my anxiety is pot. I use it regularly…but in very small doses. I really enjoy it and with it I was able to find steady work and finish a 4-year degree - something that would have been 100% impossible without it. I use such controlled doses that i haven’t had any memory issues. It’s been a complete blessing. Honestly. SSRIs, benzos, and riperdol (aka prescription anxiety meds) did nothing for me. This stuff was a magic bullet. It might not be for everyone, but I swear that it saved my life…and it was fun without recking my cognitive abilities.
I have tried shrooms, which I love, and acid, which I didn’t care for. Shrooms provide an intense, pleasurable body buzz without making you jittery or paranoid.
I’m not a big fan of alcohol or stimulants (aside from the occasional latte). Alcohol is hard to dose because I am already too drunk to function properly by the time i can feel it. It upsets my stomach. No thanks. I’ve never tried coke or anything “hard” like that. That stuff just seems scary to me.
The first time I tried pot, in the woods with friends when I was 16 or 17, I had a ball and thought it was fantastic.Subsequent experiences never really lived up to that first one, so while I would partake if there was some going, I would never make the effort to go and buy some. I can’t remember the last time I had any but it must be getting on for 10 years ago now.
As for harder drugs, I tried cocaine once, on New Year’s Eve. It made me feel on top of the world, but I was also aware it was making me act like a dick (subsequently confirmed to me by friends who were there and not on coke). I could see why some people get really into it, as the buzz was undeniably good, but I was not tempted to try it again.
I have been tempted to try ecstasy, just to see what it’s like, but never had the opportunity combined with the right surroundings to do it, plus by the time I was thinking about it, all the good stuff was supposedly a thing of the past.
Don’t fancy acid, thanks.
Edit: Peter Morris, I’ve had a similar experience with coffee-shop dope in Amsterdam. I don’t know if it’s stronger, different or just crap, but in my experience it is not enjoyable.
I smoked pot as an undergraduate. As I recall, it was a pleasant high-but I remember getting very hungry-I ate some pretty gross stuff.
Once I ate a cold can of Dinty Moore beef stew.
Fair enough, but I guess my point is that there is a potential for “Earth-shattering kaboom” that is reason enough to not avoid such experiences without good reason. Also, phrases like “I just felt like I was on drugs” have always bothered me because I feel it is an unfair way of diminishing the experience through inarticulation, instead of taking the time to articulate why you felt your altered perspective on reality was somehow uninteresting or uninformative. In some cases (I am not saying yours) it can be an indication of the experience simply not being examined very critically.