Getting drunk - Tried it a few times, thought I was having fun, but eventually I decided it wasn’t worth a) the hangover and b) having to reflect back on the stupidity I tend to exhibit while inebriated.
Smoking pot - Which I’ve never actually done, per se, but the few times I was around people who were doing so I got massive splitting headaches.
High school dances - Only went to one, my senior prom, and I completely failed to see the charm. Luckily, this isn’t really something that’s going to come up again.
For about 15-20 minutes I was fine and then…massive. splitting. migraine… and nausea in spades. Never, ever again.
I should have realized it wasn’t going to be a great idea anyway since, like you, I get headaches if I’m around people who are smoking it in a confined space. Also, I’d been given some massage oil at one stage that had marijuana steeped in it, and got a headache from that, too, plus a little nauseous. At the time I didn’t realize the relationship between the oil and the headache/nausea - just figured it was something I’d eaten or maybe a lack of sleep.
Only afterwards did I look back and make the 'Oh. Duh. :smack: ’ connection.
I did it just to be able to say I did it, like that would be worth mentioning in 20 years. It was a perfect example of underground (dare I say EXTREEME!) culture being co-opted by the mainstream. Falling 50 feet from a construction crane over a giant Red Bull airbag at the county fair didn’t make me feel like Vin Diesel in “XXX”. I felt like a completly crowd-following, Mountain Dew chugging tool. A friend of mine was once arrested for BASE jumping. I don’t try to impress him with my bungy jump story.
I have a pilot friend who won’t go near a roller coaster, says they make him sick but he doesn’t care who knows. Most of my freinds who have tatoos regret it to some degree. It’s good to get older and see how much peer pressure drove my definition of fun. My idea of fun is now along the lines of Peter Gibbons’ in “Office Space” whose life dream is to get a million dollars so he can do absolutely nothing.
Of course, Lawrence’s cousin is broke and he don’t do s***.
Now admittedly I had a blast in my twenties when the ultimate goal was to hang out in bars and get blasted with my friends. But getting drunk is something I have no desire to ever do again.
