I used to really enjoy it in high school. But then something changed.

I started to have extremely bad experiences. When I was high, my perception of reality shifted to something entirely negative.

At best, I'd perceive people around me as caricatures of themselves, cartoon characters. At worst I felt like I could see people's actions and words for what they truly were, a front for selfish or devious motivations.

And I started to see myself this way, too. It got to the point where I couldn't speak if I was high, because I was sure that the thin veneer of was so obvious to everyone else that they would hate me and see the insecure, pathetic, disgusting person I really was.

Thankfully these experiences would go away after I slept off the high. I've read that they can persist for months for some people.

I've tried over the years to regain the enjoyment of it. Expanding legality and the promise of weed as a cure-all medicine has brought me back a few times. But it just doesn't work for me.