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The only time I ever smoked weed was terrible. Here's how it happened: I'm from a rural area and in the summer after my senior year, I started to become more socially active. Surprise! I was an adolescent with social anxiety. When my friend Sam got a girlfriend, we started hanging out with a whole different group of people. Sam's girlfriend wanted to hook me up with her friend so she invited me to go with them to a field party. It's exactly what it sounds like. Teenagers park out behind a corn field and drink, do drugs, and listen to music. It was only the second or third time I had ever drank alcohol. I was sipping warm gatorade mixed with vodka. Looking back, I was probably one of the most pathetic looking creatures on earth. Sipping a gross drink and failing terribly at hitting on a girl. A real girl! With breasts! Sam's girlfriend told me i was doing great and refilled my drink. About a half hour later, I was full of self doubt and started wandering off to where I saw Sam and his girlfriend go earlier. I stumbled around their car and saw them snuggling on a sleeping bag. They were loving, but I was so drunk that I couldn't process exactly what was going on. So I sat down next to them and started lamenting my struggle with the ladies. I think I wandered off after a while and found the main group of kids. They were sitting in some kind of goddamn hippie drum circle singing beatles songs. One of them noticed how wobbly I was and said to me "here take a hit of this, it'll steady you." I took one long deep breath. gently caress you parents, gently caress you teachers, only I know what's best for me, and this is it! Any of you know that weed on top of smashed is probably pretty bad. Drop that on top of a socially inept, anxious teenager, and I was doomed. After voicing my opinion that the beatles weren't very good, I was shunned from the miniature commune. I stumbled up a short hill and at this point, I really lost it. I remember feeling very nauseous and stumbling sideways into the cornfield. Luckily I only made it 15 or 20 feet into the corn when I fell down, assumed the fetal position, and decided that I was going to die. I don't know how long I sat there, but some time later, Sam and his girlfriend came looking for me. I stood up and immediately started vomiting profusely. I can only assume they followed the sound and I was being dragged back out of the corn. Supported by the two of them, I finally reached the dry heaves. They sat me down on a rock, gave me a bottle of water, then went back out to join that goddamn commune. After a couple hours, I stumbled my way back to the road and called my mom. I was a scrawny 17 year old covered in mud and vomit, making my way past a bunch of kids that fancied themselves flower children, to meet my mom and admit my miserable failure at meeting a woman. I do not deserve a prize, but I do deserve a daily reminder of the miserable failure of the child I was, and the adult who continues to raise that bar. e: tl;dr, Once a goon, always a goon. ChrisHansen fucked around with this message at 01:01 on Dec 12, 2014 |
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