My First Toke
I was 33 when I smoked the good trees for the first time, boy was I missing. But before then, I wasn't a stranger to the indulgence, I mean almost everybody smoked in the neighborhood.
I secretly wished I could partake alongside my homies, I loved how the whole thing went down. The smell of unsmoked weed(heavenly), how it is gently rolled up, how sexy it usually looked when an old head does the wrapping, and lastly the good vibes that just flow while the smoke is blown to the sky.
I loved everything about weed but I was too scared to hit it, largely because of all the scary stuff that had been said about weed, about how it is bad for you and it'd make you go crazy and since I was raised in a relatively strict home, I fought the temptation to indulge till I left the house and was living on my own.
Although I didn't fight the temptation as strongly as you would have thought because I occasionally chew little quantity and it'd knock me right off and I'd spend the whole day sleeping and slumbering.
Fast forward to 2020, yeah the lockdown as you might have guessed wasn't a joke, and a lot of things happened in my immediate environment that got me depressed and it was the first time I actually felt suicidal, I felt like the whole world was crashing down on me and there was no help in sight.
I felt this was the best time to try the calming powers of marijuana and I am happy I did hit it.
At first, I was scared because I didn't know what to expect. Imagine a 33-year-old actually smoking for the first time. I was scared of the paranoia and the hallucinations because I was sure I was getting some of those. Hahahaha
Thinking about it now kinda makes me laugh at myself for acting all scared, but on second thought, maybe my cautiousness was reasonable after all.
I got a half-smoked joint from a buddy because I couldn't roll one at the time and sneaked into the bathroom leaving the missus in the sitting room.
I lit it up and took my first ever drag on the good trees, seconds later, I didn't really feel anything and I hit it again for the second time and then the third time...
If you ever smoked a cigarette, you'd remember that the first-ever time, the first drag hits instantly, causing you to sweat a little and throw you off your shit. Well, my experience with marijuana wasn't anything like that. After my third hit, I lowered the joint and allowed things to simmer down so I could gauge the high...
It took some before the THC started working its magic and in no time I was practically soaring. I felt light in the head, but my every step felt heavy, like a damn giant. Hahaha
It was intense and it was beautiful, as I lay on my bed to take it all in, I swear I could hear some philosophical debates right in my brain. It might have been just 3 drags but for a first-timer, I think I took it pretty well, no craziness.
I have continued smoking ever since but not heavy as I certainly understand that it is easy to abuse anything, no matter how harmless it might have been adjudged to be. I might have smoked for the first time because of the pressures of life, but I didn't continue.
I realized I couldn't smoke my problems away, so I'd rather fight them wide awake and sober. I mostly smoke when I am sleep deprived and in need of some deep ass sleep.
Plus, some good smoke right before or during love making makes everything 10x better, so I smoke for recreational purposes only and it comes occassionally.