A Stoner’s Trip

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2008 05 17, Paranoia or Panic Attack?, by George Bookman (.txt)

I’ll end the suspense now.  I did not get high last night.  I didn’t even get drunk.

Of course, the party was fun nonetheless.  One doesn’t need drugs to have fun, although fun can often be enhanced by drugs.

Last night, we played a variety of games, including the greatest game ever to be created, Mafia.  We also talked, about philosophy, about global warming, about poetry, about relationships, about economics, and about drugs.  Since this journal is devoted to the drug question, and since I was not actually high last night, I will refrain from discussing all that happened at the party and focus simply on the relevant (i.e. drug-related) conversations.

First, although I was completely sober, many of my friends that night were drunk.  This lead one friend, Bobby, to break down and cry.  A lot of things are going on in Bobby’s life, and being drunk last night probably didn’t help him out much.  I sincerely hope he’s feeling better now.

Another friend, Laurel, said some things about her own relationship that she claimed she would not have said had she not been drunk.

Alcohol is not my drug of choice.  It leaves me feeling very uncomfortable.  And besides, most alcohols taste like shit, anyway.  Moreover, they leave you feeling like shit the next day.  So, I had no intention of drinking.

I would have smoked some pot had any been available, but none was.  Again, no big loss.  I had immense fun.

As one may recall, my previous two entries in this journal had been about the sensation of paranoia resulting from the use of pot.  Since this party was held at Boris’s house, I decided to use the opportunity to ask him about his experience so as to clarify.

He told me that he had not actually experienced “paranoia,” but rather a panic attack.  His heart started to race, and he thought he might be experiencing a heart attack.  He said that this was not after a prolonged period of not using, but rather before.  It was because of these panic attacks, which he started getting whenever he smoked up, that he decided to stop smoking.  It was after a year or two that he decided to try again, and since he did not experience the panic attack, he realised he was safe to once again start using.

This clears a lot up.  For example, whereas I described this feeling in previous entries as “paranoia,” I never actually felt that anyone was out to get me.  I was under constant understanding that I was safe and unlikely to get caught.  So, I now realise that I was probably being completely misleading when I used the term “paranoia” in my previous entries.  This was, as Boris described it, a panic attack.  My heart was racing, and I felt panicky.

Apparently the only drug Boris had in his house was ecstasy.  I’ve personally never used E, because I fear the negative consequences to my health and the feeling of depression that comes the next day.

There is one thing, however, that has me rethinking this.  Bobby has only ever used ’shrooms and E—no other drugs.  He tells me that E was the worse experience of his life, and that he would never do it again.  I assume that means he was left in such a horrible state the next day that the decrease in utility more than outweighed his increase in utility on the day he used it.  If I have a similar experience, I oughtn’t have any desire to use it any more than Bobby.

On the other hand, given how much Laurel and Boris like it, and how each wishes to do it again, I’m left with the fear that I may wish to do it again, as well, i.e. if I were to try it.

So, as of right now, I have no intentions to try it.

Discussion of E followed by a discussion of acid.  Acid is a drug I would like to try.  Apparently Boris and Han have both used it since I last hung out with the two of them.

For whatever reason, we were also talking about sex simultaneous with this discussion.  It is claimed by Boris that one cannot possibly have sex on E or on acid, as the drugs prevent you from getting an erection.  To this, Han replied that he did have sex while on acid, although it was toward the end of his trip.

I’ve never had sex on any drug, although I have no doubt one can easily have sex on pot, and think it would be an extremely pleasurable experience.

After that, any drug-related talk was focused on the drug known as alcohol, given that various members of this gathering were drunk.  The only drugs anyone consumed that night were alcohol and tobacco.  I really don’t see the point to tobacco.  Why get one’s self addicted to such a pointless—and expensive—drug?  Addiction is something I wish to avoid, which is why I prefer pot, a drug to which I’m obviously not addicted (given that I so easily ceased using for more than a year).

Nothing else to add right now.  I still want to ask my mom if she ever said anything to me when I was young as I described in my first entry of this journal.  I’ve not done so yet.  But, alas, nothing more to add now.  Until next time…