Maybe more weird than alarming, but can also be alarming.
I was about 14 years old. Hanging out with a friend, and we went over to someone’s house. They had a bong and some weed, so what the hell, eh? I took a rip. For about 10-20 minutes, I was fine. We were hanging out on some chairs. A few of us ended up moving towards the front of the house, and it was at this point I have no recollection of what happened. It seemed like I blacked out for a while. I came to consciousness when I was asked if I had a can of ginger ale… I had no backpack, so why I was asked that, I’ve no idea. However, it seemed like I was standing in this persons driveway for a good amount of time, facing the garage door, away from the others, totally out of it and blacked out. My friend and I ended up going to his then girlfriend’s house, had a bonfire and ate some snacks. When we were leaving, I promptly yacked all over his girlfriend’s front yard. I was 100% after that.
That was the last time I smoked weed. I’m fairly confident that was maybe a little more than weed…
I wouldn’t say alarming but I have many stories of when I was younger and used to drink.
Fallen asleep on the last bus home and then had to get a taxi back which wasn’t cheap.
Would be an arrogant prick and call out bouncers for being pricks themselves, alarming as I should have had my shit rocked many times. I spend a year trolling one particular bouncer with slurs about his mum. Dude really wanted me out of range of the cameras.
Once got so drunk from beer pong that I walked a couple of miles home bent at 90^o forward at the hips.
Took a piss right in front of a police van and proceeded to be an arrogant prick to them when they asked why I would do it there.
I went to sleep being all drunk. I turned on a light switch and to my surprise i found myself in the staircase of the building i lived in, wearing underpants only, the door to my appartment was closed. I must have taken the wrong way after going to the toilet.
Tried to do the credit card trick to open doors with some paper i found at the letter boxes. No success.
I then went onto the street, there was a party crowd finishing their party, they were all hyped to meet me and thought it was really funny. Nobody of them was able to do the credit card trick though. They then called a key service for me, who then opened the door and i got back to bed.
Told the fiance of the girl I was secretly seeing that I would probably bang her tonight at her birthday party. I vaguely remember puking in the toilet that night but then woke up in the garage the next morning confused why everyone was giving me the stink eye.
I still feel really bad about it, like not even just how I told but the fact that I was even seeing her anyways. I was young, but that’s not an excuse and I should’ve know better.
I don’t get high or drunk, but I take Ambien for sleep and the very funky things I’ve done on it could fill a scary book, although some of it is just embarrassing like adding someone on Facebook that I would have been too shy to before. The most notable thing I did was host a whole antifascist meeting with some very prominent people and show them how we catfished a very famous white supremacist into sending us pictures of his penis.
I don’t know if I would call it alarming as much as eye-opening.
I had been flying commercial all day (coach), and had saved a bunch of Valium specifically for when I got home. I eventually discovered that Valium doesn’t do anything for me unless I’m particularly keyed up, but at the time I thought the issue was the dose. because 10 and 15 mg wasn’t making me feel anything, I assumed I needed to take 25 or 30, so that’s exactly what I did.
woke up the next morning to find a half eaten bowl of plain ramen noodles in the sink, the still-full bullion packet in the trash. I had to go and check my security cameras, I’d gotten up, made the noodles, eaten half of them, stuck the bowl in the sink and then went back to bed, in a complete state of blackout. ordinarily, when I’m high, I know better than to attempt certain things. I don’t turn the oven on, because I’m going to leave it on. obviously I don’t drive. I don’t post on social media, or have anything other than one word replies to anybody who texts me (other than the people who think it’s funny when I’m baked). the fact that I had been in a blackout state and still somehow felt comfortable turning the stove on and boiling water meant I didn’t know that I was fucked up. the fact that I didn’t use the seasoning packet means that I was clearly not in full control my faculties. I don’t take benzos recreationally anymore
Stumbled backwards onto the tube tracks as a train was approaching. Only thing that saved me was my mate who grabbed my collar and hauled me back onto the platform as I was mid fall.
Got defibrillated in the back of an ambulance. I had 6 or 8 caffeinated beverages over an 8 hour period which also involved a 7+ mile walk across town on an 80+ degree Fahrenheit Saturday morning. I was feelin’ pretty great and thought it could use the perfect compliment, so I drove across town and bought some gray-market d9-thc gummies. I believe i took a ~25mg dosage worth of gummies. An hour later my heart rate was very high and very noticeable. I couldnt catch my breath and i had begun to panic. That’s when i called for paramedics. when they arrived my heart-rate was 160 bpm and still climbing. We got in the ambulance. They applied the the pads for the AED. I was still relatively conscious when i heard the AED call out “one-eigthy.” A few moments later I heard it call out “two-hundred.” That’s when I very suddenly jerked forward and moaned from the shock and then I felt my heart rate begin to slow a little. In the hospital we learned I was deficient in potassium which made sense given the pathology. The shock was surprisingly painless and I would recommend it if ever needed. The panic attack and the residual albeit minor case of ptsd, those I would not…
I’ve since learned how both substances work physiologically and while they feel like psychological polar-opposites, they have compounding effects on the heart and circulatory system. I am religious about limiting my caffeine intake now, two years later. —No more hippie speed-balls either
It sounds like you had an episode of supraventricular tachycardia. The medics set the machine to shock at the same time the pulse is going through your heart. This is known as cardioversion rather than defibrillation, though the method and results are very similar.
Got myself lost in the woods at night for a good hour or so. Overgrowth was largely covering the desire path I regularly walk, and when I turned around to head back, I couldn’t find it at all.
Knew the general direction back to the main trail, so I opened my map on my phone and started walking that way in what I thought was a straight line… Problem is, my phone is screwy and the arrow showing where I’m facing points 90° to the side… After a half hour of trudging my way through the brush, I finally saw a clearing, and when I got to it… it was the same spot I started at, except I came from the other side.
Somehow I had walked in a massive circle, and my phone (which I was using as my flashlight) battery was getting concerning low, as I had failed to charge it earlier.
Tried again and eventually managed to get back to the main trail, but I was definitely starting to panic by the time I did.
The most alarming thing would be self-harm stuff. The most interesting thing was working on a painting. When I got to the edge of the canvas, I started incorporating objects from around my room to extend the design. By the time I started coming down from the shrooms, the floor was wall to wall covered with objects arranged in an elaborate swirling pattern emanating out from a painting of a woman screaming with rage. After that I was able to accept my father’s death.
it can also be potentially implied that they are actively trying to repress the memory. It has a terrible reputation amongst past users for being an awful (though brief) experience.
One time we got pretty drunk at a bar and when we called an Uber to go my friend told them to just leave and he’ll pay them for the trouble, so the night went one we met a bunch of random people and went from bar to bar with a whole group of strangers until finally some legit veteran mexican gangster drove us home but not before we bought him a few bottles of fancy liquor at a safeway. The next day we woke up like did that really happen and are we on some hit list now because he said he was going to get in touch later
I was reading up on Aaron Swartz once before bed while hitting a weed pen and I had somehow convinced myself I was facing felony charges and had to go to court to fight jail time and I lost it… unplugged my computer from the wall and shoved my face in my pillow until I was able to calm down and realize my foolishness before going to sleep.