10. Know your limitations when you’re high
I have previously explained that I consume edibles on a nightly basis to fall and stay asleep. The medicinal value is unparalleled to anything else I've tried naturally. After a few of years of trial and error I think I’ve finally figured out how to dose myself perfectly. However as long as I've relied on it I will fully admit I am a lightweight. My abilities to function even slightly normal while high are laughable. I avoid the obvious, I will never drive or operate heavy machinery, but I swear… I. Can’t. Do. Any. Thing.
I can’t socialize
I can’t hold a conversation. I can’t verbalize a complete thought, especially one relevant to the topic at hand. I can’t comprehend what anyone is saying to me unless they repeat themselves multiple times. I am glaringly aware of how I sound and as a self-conscious auto-defense mechanism—I SHUT DOWN. I become mute, except for random laughter OR a few confessions of how high I am. I’ve learned to avoid this because my friends don’t appreciate my company in this state. I just exist, wrapped in a blanket in their presence. In result I don’t take edibles within 45 minutes of expected socializing time, because the moment I do… the clock ticks down.
I can’t watch tv/movies with intricate details.
I swear I need to watch the last three episodes of "Westworld" over again. The dialogue in my head sounds like the following:
Wait. What?
WAIT. WHAT?
WHAT?
UGH. I’ll just have someone explain it to me tomorrow.
"Interstellar" was been recommended to me numerous times before I finally decided to put it on. That’s probably one of the worst ideas I've had. Ever. I got lost quickly, then proceeded to keep it on because, simply… I was high.
I can’t write.
We can thank my low-key paranoia for this one. (Disclaimer: If this post doesn’t make any sense, you have your answer.) I’ve tried drafting posts as soon as the chocolate hits and they are almost always futile attempts. A majority of my thoughts go in circles, I can never figure out the point of why I tried to write in the first place. *SHRUGS* Although when I have a direct subject (as I do right now), somehow I manage.
I shouldn’t eat snacks.
When you’re high you think calories don’t count. IT’S DUMB. I go in and out of phases of being able to control the munchies. It’s a 50/50 battle. I told you, I’m a lightweight. I will consume food simply because of the texture, sometimes I just want to taste a certain flavor. I could definitely go without this side effect.
Pro-Tip:
Try and try again. Sometimes I try to test all these preconceptions I just mentioned. Sometimes I manage—LIKE NOW. Most of the time—I don’t. At least I managed to write another post.
1 down. 9 to go.