Hey everyone, I'm starting this thread because I LOVE reading about great high experiences! This is just a place for anyone who cares to, to write about their favorite/most blissful high experiences. I really look forward to hearing what everyone has to say. Anyway, I'll start things off with a relatively tame, but nonetheless pleasant and blissful experience.
It was in college during my Junior year. I was a physics major and by this time I was really starting to get to know the other majors and become friends with them. Most importantly, there was a beautiful girl in my year in the physics department with whom a relationship was just starting to bloom. I recall I was relatively new to the whole marijuana thing, but the few times I'd tried it I'd been intrigued. Anyway, one Friday evening during a beautiful Minnesota spring evening where the weather is just starting to become pleasant and the ice has long melted, I ended up hanging out with a couple of the 'cool' Senior students along with my girl. After some lovely conversation at a bar we ended up chilling back at someone's house and a bong was broken out. I recall inhaling that beautiful smoke which still had that amazing foreign allure it does in the beginning. Then I just remember a beautiful feeling of kinsmanship with everyone around me. At the time my girl and I weren't anything official and we still had that nervous but enticingly electric sense of uncertainty between us. After getting high together I just felt completely at ease with all my friends and this amazing sense of bond and love between myself and her. Really it was about as close to bliss as I have known. At the time I literally thought to myself, "I could die tomorrow and feel like I'd lived a happy and fulfilling life."
Ahh... the beauty of human emotion and pot!
Cheers to everyone reading this while blazed!!
It was in college during my Junior year. I was a physics major and by this time I was really starting to get to know the other majors and become friends with them. Most importantly, there was a beautiful girl in my year in the physics department with whom a relationship was just starting to bloom. I recall I was relatively new to the whole marijuana thing, but the few times I'd tried it I'd been intrigued. Anyway, one Friday evening during a beautiful Minnesota spring evening where the weather is just starting to become pleasant and the ice has long melted, I ended up hanging out with a couple of the 'cool' Senior students along with my girl. After some lovely conversation at a bar we ended up chilling back at someone's house and a bong was broken out. I recall inhaling that beautiful smoke which still had that amazing foreign allure it does in the beginning. Then I just remember a beautiful feeling of kinsmanship with everyone around me. At the time my girl and I weren't anything official and we still had that nervous but enticingly electric sense of uncertainty between us. After getting high together I just felt completely at ease with all my friends and this amazing sense of bond and love between myself and her. Really it was about as close to bliss as I have known. At the time I literally thought to myself, "I could die tomorrow and feel like I'd lived a happy and fulfilling life."
Ahh... the beauty of human emotion and pot!
Cheers to everyone reading this while blazed!!