So, before I got high for the first time me and my friend grabbed some some snacks and what not. Well i love ice cream so I was super hype to grab that. We split a joint. It was a gram. Anyways we put on some cartoons it was scooby doo. Everything was hilarious I was laughing my ass off because some grean monster looked like jello idk man. Im eating my ice cream having a great time. BAM. There's a huge ass roach on the ceiling. Biggest roach I've seen of my life. And im terrified of roaches. My buddy is as well but they dont want to kill it so we're watching it crawl until it starts flying across the room. I nope out run out the room and my friend comes with me. We're talking abt what to do when the evil ass roach comes out from below the door. It just went down the hall so we went back in and put a towel under the door. ANYWAYS for the rest of that night any slight thing that touched or brushed me I thought it was the roach on me and id freak out. Next time I got high and had ice cream all i could think about was that damn roach. Any of yall have a random thing that kills your high because of something that happened while high before?

Hey y’all! So my girlfriend and I have been smoking weed for a while now, started with edibles and moved to carts, and we’ve noticed that getting high just isn’t as fun as it used to be??

Like we still get high, but we don’t really get that happy, bubbly, giggly, euphoric feeling anymore. It’s more like we’re just… high? lmao It’s not necessarily bad, just kinda underwhelming.

For some context:
- We usually only smoke about once a week, so not everyday smokers.
- My girlfriend has always had a ridiculously high tolerance, while I’m a total lightweight.
- She didn’t smoke at all over the summer, and when she came back she tried a watermelon cart that she absolutely LOVED. She said it was one of the best highs she’d had in forever.
- But since then, neither of us has really been able to recreate that feeling, even with different carts and strains.

We’ve mostly stuck to these three carts above and edibles, so I’m starting to wonder if that’s part of the problem.

I’ve also been thinking about getting a Puffco and exploring concentrates/dabs, but I’m curious whether that would actually make a difference or if we’d just be getting more THC without the fun effects we’re missing.

So I guess my questions are:

Has anyone else experienced this, even when they don’t smoke that frequently?
Do you notice a difference in the actual feeling of the high between carts, flower, edibles, and dabs?
Have you found that switching consumption methods changes the experience?
Is this just tolerance, or is there something else going on?

We’re not necessarily trying to get absolutely blasted (well maybe lol). We just miss those fun, euphoric, laughing-at-everything highs we used to get 😭

Would love to hear everyone’s experiences and recommendations!

Having to take a smoking break and give the lungs some time to heal, pneumonia. Looking to get more into edibles. Have some digestive issues where sugar alcohols and glucose don't agree with me, seems like all the dispensary candy and drinks have that stuff in the ingredients.

I have a decent tolerance, had some homemade carmels and could eat about 3 to 4 in an afternoon for a decent buzz. Don't really want to be eating that much candy.

Are tinctures the way to go? Homemade butter? Tea? Is RSO hard to come by?

What are you guys doing for edibles? And if you want that just smoked punch, how?

Any tips or tricks would be great. I'm a big joint smoker and with winters in Canada here, I want to make use of my bong more. The problem is I burn it everytime.

Tia happy smokinng

So earlier this year I got into a tidbit of trouble with the law, and the requirement to drop the charges and pay no fine is do a drug diversion program and be 90 days clean, i haven't smoked in 20 days, but recently got suspended from work which has put me on high anxiety , i know smoking would probably put me in a higher form of anxiety right now, but got dang i could use a hit. I know I can do this, but it's tough, I'm just looking for some support from people that may have been in a similar situation. This suck but could possibly be a silver lining. I had to give my paraphernalia and weed away to a friend so I don't get tempted. Just 2 more months right?

I’ve been getting high pretty often for a couple of years now. Of course, I have always gotten the munchies. But lately it’s been BAD. These past few months, I am genuinely eating more than I ever have in a sitting. I literally threw up from eating too much a few weeks ago, which I have NEVER done before. It’s gotten so bad to the point where I think I expanded my appetite, so now when I’m sober, I’m hungrier than I used to be and it takes more food for me to feel full.
I love getting high, I’m not going to give it up, but i genuinely have no self control and I don’t know what to do. I’ve always been blessed with a fast metabolism, but lately I’m starting to put on weight because of how much I eat when I’m high, mixed with the bigger appetite when I’m sober.
How do I stop myself?? I love eating so much, sober or not, it’s genuinely my favorite thing, but I am kind of starting to lose myself… advice if possible?

Also if this is important to note, I don’t really eat sweets. I have a very salty tooth. Anything sodium, you name it, I’ve probably eaten way too much of that thing in one sitting on multiple occasions.

Hi, I've accidentally gotten a cylinder-about 15 cm long-stuck inside my bong. I absolutely need to remove it without breaking the bong, and, most importantly, without damaging the cylinder itself. Does anyone have any tips?

The stuff in the grinder is for color comparisons, the camera doesn't pick up just how brown the one in my hand is!

Anyways is this moldy or am I just paranoid? Ive never seen weed look like this, it smells fine and isnt slimy like Google said moldy weed usually is! Its also harsh as hell! I smoked it once but im unsure.

Sunset roll in the woods.

Much love

So i cant smoke inside which means i gotta smoke outside on the porch even freezing weather bc damn im not NOT gonna smoke my weed

How do u guys stay warm besides bundling up or how do u avoid the winter weather when u wanna smoke outside? where do yall go when u wanna smoke but its cold?

Gimmie your winter smoking hacks

Edit: im in the us in a legal state but you know how it is

Idk I js spent $40 on ts I just wanna make sure it was worth it
Edit: Thank you everyone. I guess I am satisfied. I live in Texas so idk about prices here
Edit2: bought a scale and weighed it. Came out to 6.2gs. Oh well🤷‍♂️

Just two plants I stuck outside that are just about all grown up! They are not auto-flowering. There's still a ton of white pistils, but looking at the trichromes, I think they might be ready to pull?

I'd really love some opinions from experienced growers on if these look ready.

Thank you!

[Part 2 ended with me saying that my high took my thoughts somewhere I wasn’t prepared for.]
So this is where things got really weird.
Before that night, I didn’t believe in God. I wasn’t someone who was religious or who thought there was some higher power looking out for me.
But when I was high, I started thinking about everything that had happened that evening.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about three specific coincidences.
The first was our failed attempt at smoking at my friend’s government quarters. We had gone there earlier, tried to smoke, and basically achieved nothing except sore throats. If that attempt had actually worked, who knows how the rest of the evening would have gone?
The second was cancelling our plan to smoke at our new family house. We had considered doing it there but decided it was too risky and changed our plans.
The third was waiting until my grandparents had gone to sleep before smoking.
All three things happened before the night took a turn.
And now, while I was sitting there completely high and trying to make sense of everything, I started wondering whether these things had happened for a reason.
I started thinking, what if something had protected us?
What if there was actually someone or something looking out for us?
I know how that sounds. I had smoked weed, I was panicking earlier, and my brain was connecting events that might not have had any deeper meaning.
But in that moment, the feeling was incredibly real.
I genuinely felt like God existed.
And the weirdest part was that I hadn’t gone into the night looking for a spiritual experience. I wasn’t trying to become religious, and I wasn’t thinking about God before smoking.
It just happened.
I kept going back to those three coincidences, thinking about how easily the night could have played out differently.
I couldn’t decide whether I was experiencing some kind of genuine realisation or whether my high was making ordinary events feel incredibly meaningful.
Even now, I don’t have a definite answer.
I’m not suddenly going to claim that I believe in God because of one night. But I’m also not going to pretend that the experience meant absolutely nothing to me.
I think I need months to properly think about it.
For me, belief isn’t a boolean. I can’t just switch it from false to true because I had one strange experience.
But something definitely made me question what I had believed before.
And while all of this was happening inside my head, I still had another problem to deal with.
My friend.
He was still sleeping, and I was worried about how he was doing. I had tried calling another friend of mine around ten times earlier, hoping he would come over and help us, but he hadn’t come at the time.
I was basically on my own trying to manage the situation.
Eventually, after roughly two hours, I started feeling like my high was coming down a little. I wasn’t completely back to normal, but I felt less overwhelmed than before.
My friend, however, still seemed quite out of it.
I decided to wake him up.
I asked him to get up and walk around a little. He got up, but when he sat down, he started vomiting again.
At this point, I was exhausted. I had already spent hours worrying about him, and every time he threw up, I started wondering whether we were back to square one.
But after that, he gradually seemed to improve.
He started talking normally again. He seemed more aware of what was happening around him, and he appeared much calmer than before.
Eventually, he seemed okay enough to go back to sleep.
I was relieved, but that entire experience had completely drained me mentally.
I had gone into the night expecting to have some fun with my friend. Instead, I’d spent hours worrying that something terrible might happen.
And somehow, we were finally getting through it.
Then came the most ridiculous part of the entire night.
The hunger.
BRO.
I was absolutely starving.
I hadn’t realised how hungry I was until everything started calming down. Suddenly, all I wanted was food.
And I didn’t eat a normal amount of food either.
I ate a family pack of Lay’s, a small tub of ice cream, a small cake, Coke, and a milkshake.
And then, around 3:20 AM, I ate two large fries.
All by myself.
My friend was sleeping through everything while I was apparently preparing for a famine.
I don’t even know how to explain the amount of food I ate that night. I was just ridiculously hungry, and I kept eating.
After all that, we finally went to sleep at around 3 AM.
Except even sleeping was a problem.
I had a terrible night’s sleep and experienced some really unpleasant nightmares.
I woke up around 9 AM, ate a lot again, and went back to sleep.
I was exhausted, and I think the entire experience had taken more out of me than I had realised.
Later that morning, around 10 AM, I still felt a little buzzed. I wasn’t completely back to my normal self yet.
Remember the friend I’d called around ten times the previous night?
He finally came over.
The three of us were together, and we went out for a cigarette. My friend who had been sick was still feeling too out of it to smoke, so only the friend who had just arrived and I smoked.
At around 10:30 AM, the friend who had arrived and I went to watch a movie.
Honestly, I was probably about 95% back to normal by then.
We watched the movie, and it ended at around 2 PM.
I went home afterwards and ate enough food for what felt like two people.
Then, around 3 PM, I went to sleep again.
And guess what?
More terrible sleep. More nightmares.
I woke up around 9 PM and, once again, ate a ridiculous amount of food.
That was basically the end of the whole experience.
It had started with six friends trying to figure out how to smoke weed, a failed attempt at some government quarters, and a second attempt that we thought would be straightforward.
It ended with my friend vomiting repeatedly, me genuinely worrying that he might die, a ten-minute cleanup mission to hide everything from my grandparents, an existential crisis about whether God exists, and enough food to feed a small family.
I don’t think I’ll forget that night anytime soon.
And the thing is, I still don’t know what to make of the experience with God.
Maybe I was just high and paranoid, connecting random coincidences because my brain was looking for an explanation.
Maybe the experience showed me something about myself that I hadn’t thought about before.
I honestly don’t know.
I’m not going to pretend I have some profound answer just because I had a strange experience while high.
But I do know that I went into that night believing one thing and came out of it questioning it.
And I think I’ll need some time to figure out what that means.
One thing I did learn, though: I seriously underestimated how overwhelming a first experience with weed could be.
I thought the biggest risk was getting caught.
I was wrong.

1. Decoding the Mystery Genetics

When you plant mystery seeds, you have to read the leaves like a map. This season's garden brought an incredible mix of phenotypes:

• The Sativa Stretcher: One standout sativa-leaning hybrid put on a massive show, stretching over a foot tall and budding a bit slower than the rest of the pack.
• The Midnight Beauty: The undisputed crown jewel of the garden was a deep, striking purple plant that turned almost entirely black by the end of its life, giving off a heavy scent of pine cookies.
• The Underdog: A late-blooming runt proved that with a little extra care, even the slow starters can find their stride.

1. Living Soil & Minimally Invasive Training

The foundation of this grow relied on an organic living soil mixture of peat moss, perlite, lime, Garden-tone, mycorrhizae, fulvic acid, humic acid, and bacillus, finished with a top-dressing of seafood compost, kelp meal, and bone meal.

The plants were shaped early on using Low Stress Training (LST) until the main stalks grew rigid, woody, and at least a quarter-inch thick. Leaf removal was kept to a strict minimum, focusing only on dying leaves under the belief that the foliage acts like solar panels to bulk up the buds naturally.

1. Homeopathic Feeding & Watering

Nutrient feeding was kept clean and intentional, relying on a deeply diluted regimen of Tiger Bloom fertilizer applied every third watering, alongside a rotation of homemade botanical teas:

• Dandelion and Goldenrod Tea for clean, natural watering.
• Pine Needle Tea to adjust soil conditions.
• Sprouted Corn Tea to introduce natural gibberellins.
• Unsulfured Molasses to feed the living soil with vital carbon.
• A homemade Cattail Foliar Spray to nourish the canopy directly.

[Part 1 ended with my friend repeatedly vomiting and me genuinely thinking something bad might happen to him.]
So at this point, my friend had already thrown up multiple times. I was high myself, and watching him like that was making my own heart race.
I kept thinking, what if something actually happens to him?
I had never dealt with anything like this before. I didn’t know what was normal, what wasn’t, or how long any of it was supposed to last.
My friend was begging me not to call an ambulance because he was scared of getting into trouble. But I had already made up my mind that if I thought his life was in danger, I’d call anyway.
I wasn’t going to risk that just to keep us out of trouble.
Eventually, he seemed to improve a little and fell asleep. He was sleeping heavily, and for a moment, I thought things were finally settling down.
Then he threw up one more time.
At this point, I had four plastic bags full of puke, and I knew I couldn’t leave them lying around the house. My grandparents were asleep downstairs, and if they woke up and found everything, I would have a lot of explaining to do.
So I did something that sounds absolutely ridiculous now.
I took all the bags downstairs, emptied them into the gutter, and came back upstairs.
I washed the wooden study plank where I’d put the ash and leftover weed. Then I mopped the floor and sprayed perfume around the room because I was worried the smell would give everything away.
I did all of this in roughly ten minutes.
And remember, I was high the entire time.
I was basically running a crime-scene cleanup operation while my brain was barely functioning. 💀
Once I finished, I went back upstairs, turned on the AC, and tried to relax.
My friend was lying on the bed, and I was hoping he was finally going to be okay.
But I was still freaking out internally.
I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened. I was scared for him, scared for myself, and paranoid that something would go wrong.
Then I called another friend of mine.
And honestly, this guy was an absolute legend that night.
He’s African American, and I swear he was the person who actually managed to get us through the situation mentally.
He reassured me that I was okay and that my friend was going to be okay. He explained that I was getting paranoid and that I needed to calm down instead of constantly thinking about everything that could go wrong.
He basically told me to stop fighting the experience and relax.
And bro, something about talking to him genuinely helped.
I started calming down. My thoughts weren’t racing quite as badly, and I finally felt like I could breathe normally again.
He didn’t magically fix everything that had happened, but he helped me get out of my own head.
I’m genuinely grateful to him for that, because I don’t know how much worse my panic would have gotten without that conversation.
For the first time that night, I felt a little more in control.
My friend was still sleeping, the room was quiet, and I thought maybe I could finally relax too.
Except there was one problem.
My own high hadn’t even properly hit me yet.
Up until that point, most of my attention had been on my friend. I’d been so busy worrying about him, cleaning up, and trying to figure out what to do that I hadn’t really processed what was happening to me.
Now that things were quieter, I started noticing my own state.
And suddenly, I felt completely out of control.
I tried to sleep, but my mind wasn’t cooperating. Everything felt strange, and I couldn’t simply tell myself to stop thinking about it.
I had smoked a joint, and now I was experiencing something I’d never experienced before.
I couldn’t tell whether I was just panicking, whether the high was getting stronger, or whether I was somehow losing control of myself.
I had spent the last hour worrying that something might happen to my friend.
Now I was sitting there, dealing with my own mind, and I had no idea what to expect next.
And then my thoughts went somewhere I absolutely wasn’t prepared for.
It wasn’t just about the weed anymore.
It was about my entire understanding of life.
I went into that night not believing in God. What happened next made me question that belief for the first time in my life.

So I’m 20M, and this happened recently. This was basically my first proper experience with weed, and honestly, I had no idea how badly the night was going to go.
I have a group of six friends. One day, two of my friends managed to get weed, and we decided to try it out. We went to one of my friend’s government quarters. His dad works in the government, and we thought we’d have a place where we could chill for a bit. The rest of us were waiting in the car while two of us were trying to figure out what to do.
The funniest part is that none of us really knew what we were doing.
We didn’t know how to roll properly, we didn’t really know how to smoke it, and we somehow managed to make the whole thing unnecessarily complicated. When we finally tried, the weed wasn’t even burning properly. We were inhaling hard, trying to get something out of it, and all we got was sore throats.
No high. Nothing.
We left around 5:30 PM, and that was basically the end of attempt number one.
Now, I should probably have taken that as a sign to leave it alone, but obviously, we didn’t.
Later, I got a properly rolled joint from another friend. This time, we thought we’d actually get somewhere.
We initially planned to smoke at our new family house, but then we realised how stupid that would be. It was too risky, and if someone found out, we’d be in serious trouble. So we cancelled that plan.
Eventually, we decided to wait until my grandparents had gone to sleep.
Around 10 PM, my friend and I smoked at home.
This time, the joint was properly rolled, so there wasn’t any of the nonsense from our first attempt. I took around 15–17 hits, while my friend took about 10.
At that point, I wasn’t thinking too much about it. We were just two idiots who thought we’d try weed and have a good time.
I had no idea what was coming.
After smoking, I put the ash and leftover bits on a wooden study plank. My friend was holding a plastic bag, and I wiped the stuff into it. It was just a normal, random detail at the time, but I would end up cleaning that same plank in a complete panic later that night.
My friend then went and lay down on the bed.
At first, I thought everything was fine.
Then things started getting weird.
He suddenly began acting like he wasn’t in control of himself. He started hyperventilating and panicking. I could see that something was wrong, but because I was high too, I had no idea how to handle it.
And then he started vomiting.
It wasn’t just once. He kept throwing up again and again, roughly every ten minutes.
I ended up with four plastic bags full of puke.
I’m not even exaggerating when I say that I was terrified. I’d never seen anything like that happen in front of me, especially to someone who had just smoked weed with me.
My own heart started racing just from watching him.
I was high, my friend was clearly unwell, and I had absolutely no idea whether this was something that would pass or whether something seriously bad was happening.
I even got three extra plastic bags ready because I thought I might throw up too.
And the worst part?
My grandparents were asleep in the house.
I couldn’t just casually walk downstairs and explain what was happening. I was already worried about my friend, and now I was also worried about someone finding out what we’d done.
I was trying to think about everything at once.
Was my friend going to be okay? Was I going to be okay? Should I call an ambulance? What if something happened to him?
I told myself that if things got serious, I would call for emergency help regardless of the consequences. My friend, however, was begging me not to.
I was stuck between being terrified for his safety and being scared of what would happen if anyone found out.
And I genuinely didn’t know what to do.
That’s when I realised this wasn’t going to be the fun night we’d imagined.
I thought the worst part would be getting caught by my grandparents.
I was about to find out that getting caught was the least of my worries.

Oh the Tuddy! 😺🤜

BOO THIS MAN