bad episodes with drink or drugs anyone?

[Genersis]

Once I had only a little too much to drink, I must of been 11 or 12 at the time, and I ended up hearing voices of people I knew in my head and it unnerved me a fair bit, even though they weren't saying anything weird.

That's all I can say really; nothing interesting.

[Tulloni]

I am not sure why I had such a bad reaction to the space cake. I may've eaten it too quickly or perhaps it was contaminated with another substance? Who knows. Still the hallucinations and blackouts were scary.

I never end up pulling when I go out drinking, shame! I wish I was more attractive to members of the same sex! Oh well!

Some interesting experiences on here, some scary ones too. problem is that drink and drugs impair our judgment and we lose control. I lost control of myself that night in Amsterdam and it was dangerous especially since it was freezing.

[Wade]

I've never done anything beyond smoke weed, so I don't have any horror stories personally, but here's an amusing, if not slightly embarrassing anecdote at my expense:


I knew this guy once and we were work buddies, let's call him Thomas. We got along real well and would make each other laugh during breaks and lunch. Our relationship was in that peculiar zone between acquaintance and friend; we knew we could certainly turn out to be friends if we put in the effort, but we hadn't spent any time outside of work together yet, so the matter was still unclear.

One day he asks if I want to go hang out at his apartment and I said yes (he had a girlfriend and was clearly straight, so "funny business" wasn't even an issue). Now, I should also point out that I don't make new friends easily. Any friend I've had in the past knows that if they want to spend time with me, they have to come over to my house because I'm severely uncomfortable outside of it. I don't ever go over to other people's homes... except for this one time because at this early point in my friendship with Thomas, I really didn't want him to know what a weirdo I am. (My internal monologue at this point: "Hey, I'm just a normal guy, right? Normal guys hang out and don't make a big deal of things... I can relax. Just... relax.")

So when I arrive at his apartment (with my best "I'm normal" face on) he shows me around a bit. There was a jigsaw puzzle almost complete on the kitchen table and I asked him about it. He said it's his girlfriend's and she's been working on it for a while. "Cool" I say. People say "cool" right? That's a normal way to respond.

The next hour or so was actually pretty enjoyable. We just watched some TV and bullshitted about work, fun. Then he rolled the biggest joint I'd ever seen. Now... I used to smoke weed, a lot, and I enjoyed it. I only smoked by myself to relax at night because whenever I was high around others... well, it wasn't pretty, and it wasn't fun. But I quit smoking years ago because it stopped being enjoyable altogether. Near the end of my career as a pothead, I would instantly get anxious and regret getting high once I started. So I stopped.

Yet here I was, this guy I wanted to like me, we're having a chill time hanging out, I'm feeling pretty comfortable, so.... I smoke. And I was higher than I'd ever been since the first time I ever smoked. Thomas, being a much more regular and seasoned weed smoker than I ever was, hardly seemed affected. I, on the other hand, was immediately launched to the stars.

Things were still going pretty okay though, and Thomas was a nice enough guy that I didn't feel threatened or nervous, but then his girlfriend comes home, who I had never met. Thomas introduces us and then she says "what are you guys doing, watching porn?" I wasn't sure if she was trying to be funny or what. Even Thomas seemed confused.
"No," he said. "Why do you think we're watching porn."
"I don't know. Isn't that what guys do when they're together?" Perhaps Thomas was as anti-social as me, who knows?

Now I'm completely freaking out. This whole thing turned from pleasant to a nightmare in about ten seconds flat. I can't relax anymore, now I have to put on polite company face. I don't know how to deal with... people. Especially friend's girlfriends. I don't know why, but that in particular has always been awkward for me: the forced meeting/schmoozing with a friend's loved one. I always think "you're the one that wants to fuck her/him, why does that mean I have to talk to her/him." The likelihood of me getting along with anyone is pretty slim, the likelihood that I'd also get along with someone's girl/boyfriend is infinitesimal.

And on top of all this, I'm so fucking high that I can't tell the difference between when they're talking to each other or talking to me. Everyone once in a while they'd stop talking and just stare at me so I'd just start nodding hoping that it would be an appropriate response. In my head, this girl just sees me as some way-too-high odd looking boy (they're both about ten years older than I) slumped on her couch, and she's probably questioning her boyfriend's judgement in company.

So far though, everything's still in my head. However, once I stood up, disaster ensued. They went into the kitchen area, so I followed them and leaned against the kitchen table. They started talking about getting some food. My green smoked memory was that there was some discussion about whether to cook something or order a pizza. They asked me what I thought and I was thinking about how I was going to avoid the question when I shifted slightly and lost my balance, and as I tried to catch myself before I fell, I ended up spilling the entire puzzle onto the floor. The girl let out an audible gasp and I immediately got on my hands and knees and started picking up puzzle pieces as I began apologizing profusely.

"I'm so sorry. Oh my god, what have I done. I'm so sorry." Both the girl and my friend told me that it was not a big deal and not to worry about it, but I wouldn't stop picking up puzzle pieces. At one point, almost in tears, I started trying to put the puzzle back together on the table... a futile effort. (side note: if you ever find yourself in the company of near strangers on your hands and knees, you should really ask yourself the following question: "Is this appropriate?" The answer is most likely no)

I eventually got up. Then the food question came up again and I was still too mortified to think. I said "Uhm... yeah, pizza's good I guess." They began to discuss amongst themselves who's going to pay for it and a new horrible thought came to my mind: "Did I just ask them to buy a pizza for me? Was that rude? Am I the worst person ever? Are they going to think that I'm the kind of person who just comes over to someone's house and makes them buy me food? I can't let them just pay for a pizza like that. But I can't offer to pay for it either. That's not what normal people do when they're guests right? .... I have to get the fuck out of here."

In a panic I declared it was time for me to leave. I gave no reason or excuse and they both seemed extremely confused. My friend asked if I was okay to drive and I told him "of course." (it was a 40 mile drive back to my home)

I drove home. A stupid thing to do. Fortunately, Thomas and I did turn out to be somewhat friends, and we still hang out every now and again, and have since laughed about the incident. But I've seen his girlfriend once or twice since then and I'm certain she hates me. But that's okay. I like to think that she refers to me as "Wade the Puzzle Destroyer." And that's a pretty badass title.

[ardus]

Never done "drugs" so to speak. Plenty of bad alcohol experiences.

Blackouts, waking up in strange places,
Hangovers that last for days etc.

Scariest one for me was last new years, drinking in a bar in Atlanta, talking to this group of 4 guys, one of whom I was attracted to.

Anyway endstate I wake up in a strange apartment naked in bed with someone I don't recognize. Go to the window see Atlanta.
Get dressed ASAP and leave quietly, then sot with the doorman for 40 min waiting for a cab, take a cab back to the hotel.

Many months later run into him in the same bar, ask what happened, explained why I left etc. he told me we didn't do anything.

Scary way to wake up.

Richard