Marijuana - the inner peace for youth
Nothing intrigued and fascinated me more than the music and drug culture of 1960’s. Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, and The Beatles were nothing less than gods to masses. Spending my teenage listening to these musicians brought the urge to try the drugs as well. Was it LSD and the hallucinogens behind the genius of their music or were they really that gifted was the question that baffled me.
At last I succumbed to this desire of trying Marijuana. A night out with friends was chosen as the ideal time to do it. My friend who had a history of drug abuse boasted that he had scored Afghani marijuana for me and promised it will be an amazing experience. We smoked up and it actually was quite a potent drug, within minutes I felt light headed and really started enjoying myself. Well, I guess at that moment, the tingling voice in my head said " Marijuana is the inner peace for youth ". Anyways, besides that I found out that getting weed smell out of room was another huge problem that I had to deal with!
But then it started growing on, I could feel that my reflexes were slowing down and my heart beating slower than ever. Things got worse when I got intothe “still phase”, I could hear my friends making jokes and picking on me but Icouldn’t answer them or even move a muscle. Thirst stabbed its pangs in my throat; it felt so parched that even breathing was made difficult. I wanted to scream out to my friends to give me water or jolt me out of this paralyses but thewords just won’t come out. This is when panic overtook me; my mind was numbed by a torrent of thoughts, guilt, fear and anxiety. This grew until I erupted into a fit of nausea and spewed out on the floor. The thing that shook me the most was the attitude of my friends, they hardly made a move to comfort me orhelp me up, and they kept on enjoying their buzz.
But then it started growing on, I could feel that my reflexes were slowing down and my heart beating slower than ever. Things got worse when I got intothe “still phase”, I could hear my friends making jokes and picking on me but Icouldn’t answer them or even move a muscle. Thirst stabbed its pangs in my throat; it felt so parched that even breathing was made difficult. I wanted to scream out to my friends to give me water or jolt me out of this paralyses but thewords just won’t come out. This is when panic overtook me; my mind was numbed by a torrent of thoughts, guilt, fear and anxiety. This grew until I erupted into a fit of nausea and spewed out on the floor. The thing that shook me the most was the attitude of my friends, they hardly made a move to comfort me orhelp me up, and they kept on enjoying their buzz.
The experience left me pondering that is the “high” of drugs worth it when you eventually end up on the floor.




