Story time: So, I am 25 and I have only been high once in my life. I was 19 at the time, and I was so high. I consumed a hash oil brownie, and these particular brownies tend to cause drug users a good high for several hours for half of one. I ate one. And I had never done drugs in my life. But here is the thing: I didn't know. I learned the brownie was drugged more than a week after the fact. Anyway, I ate this brownie, and then went to Ethics class. The class started at 6PM. It hit me at 6:10. I was so high I was processing only every few seconds of my vision, and on a delay, so it looked like my professor (who was pacing) was echoed across the classroom like something off the cover of an animorphs book. And I was paranoid, really paranoid. Unfortunately for me, I was also being tested for a potentially deadly disorder that causes vision issues, which I was not sure if I had yet. Nor did I know the full list of symptoms. Between these things, I genuinely believed...
...I was going to die. And it was terrifying. Like, it's super funny now. But it was not at the time. Anyway, I sit through the class because the only thing worse than dying from this disorder was surviving and having to retake this class I already paid for. I called my grandparents to come get me after class as I was in no state to drive. My grandmother accused me of being drunk, which I wasn't of course. I also was being honest when I told her I had no idea what was wrong with me. I slept the high off and was fine. Also, I don't have the disorder they were testing me for. I learned later that the experience was caused by drugs.
Anyway, the moral of this story is to be certain of the foods you consume. Being high on accident is actually a genuinely awful time.
Anyway, the moral of this story is to be certain of the foods you consume. Being high on accident is actually a genuinely awful time.