Okies, straight up – I’m a pretty innocent adult. I think that anyone reading this blog for more than a second would realize that. I’m not as innocent as I make it out to be (a girl’s gotta have some sort of life) but for the most part, what ya see is what ya get.
Even though I say that I’m not a little angel sitting on a cloud waving palm leaves, I do proudly boast that I’ve never done drugs. Never intentionally that is.
So here’s the story of the first time I got high. Actually, the only time.
You have to understand that winters in Canada are cold. Like not as cold as people always seem to think, but there are a few days every year where I am surprised that my car will start because my nose has literally frozen shut during the short walk from the house to the car. That’s freaking cold!! It’s a very strange sensation to feel the post to your nose ring freeze inside your nose.
When I was in high school, I always had a plan to get home as quickly as possible. Once I started joining clubs, I was provided with a bus pass by my parents so they didn’t have to make multiple trips to the school every day to do pick-ups.
One extremely cold winter day, I decided that I was going to stay at the bus stop with a shelter (which always had the majority of students standing at it) instead of the one without a shelter. The bonus of going to the one without a shelter was that you didn’t get squished going on the bus – you were right at the front and could easily get off once it was your stop. But the day before, I was at that bus stop and a girl literally started crying because it was so cold and then her eyelashes stuck together. If I rushed, I could make it to the bus shelter before everyone else and then I could wait inside the shelter. It wasn’t going to be warmer, but at least I would be safe from the wind.
When I say rushed, I mean I rushed! I had my bag packed before I went to my last class, which was super close to my locker. I grabbed my coat and all my winter stuff and zoomed out and across the street to make it to the bus. If I was lucky, I could even catch the bus that would come to the stop before a herd of students would assemble there.
I made it just in time to see the brake lights of the bus turn the corner to go to the other stop. But at least I was the first one there and the bus shelter was all mine. For a few minutes, that is. Soon the other students started to trickle in – one here, a small group there. Just like that, the shelter was packed to capacity and more students kept trying to push their way in.
And then it happened – that unmistakable smell of weed floating through the air. In no time, the whole shelter was hot-boxed, and I had my very first high. I can’t remember how I felt for the rest of the day – feelings aren’t really part of my crazy good memory, it’s just the details haha. But yes – that was my first, and only, time being high.
I honestly never really saw the appeal in drugs. Some of my closest friends were the school’s dealers but I never had the urge to partake in their business. Maybe it was because I saw how they were? I’m really not sure.
But at least I can say that, yes I have been high, and no I still don’t do drugs. No, not even pot.