If one starts with very low or no tolerance then even minimal amounts can be a bit much. A higher tolerance can make that more comfortable. At these low doses, a small variation can impact the experience overall and some people will like it with a slightly higher dose which they need to build a tolerance to smooth out the harsher effects of.
Not sure if that’s what they meant but in this way the word can be correctly used.
It ain’t that a single edible every other weekend gets me too high. It’s that when I do occasionally get high, it isn’t fun or relief; not always, but often enough. The depression kicks into high gear rather than abating. The horror and dread of this current world that I’ve been putting to the back of my mind in order to function leaps to the front of my thoughts. I admit that I do make use of this as a method to fully face down my fears, but fun it fuckin ain’t.
Shrooms left me deeply depressed for hours, except for a microdose. LSD wasn’t bad, but I needed a good friend along for support. DMT apparently had me screaming for 10 minutes. I remembered almost nothing, but came out of it feeling it was a positive experience. Psychedelics are rough, but I felt better for years afterwards.
Yeah, my mind is a dark place that I’m working to rewire. I have a therapist. I use drugs minimally mostly as psychological prybars. How the hell do people use them as a fun coping mechanism?
If one starts with very low or no tolerance then even minimal amounts can be a bit much. A higher tolerance can make that more comfortable. At these low doses, a small variation can impact the experience overall and some people will like it with a slightly higher dose which they need to build a tolerance to smooth out the harsher effects of.
Not sure if that’s what they meant but in this way the word can be correctly used.
Hmm, yea that’s a good point. Rereading their comment, it does seem like that is what they meant by it.
It ain’t that a single edible every other weekend gets me too high. It’s that when I do occasionally get high, it isn’t fun or relief; not always, but often enough. The depression kicks into high gear rather than abating. The horror and dread of this current world that I’ve been putting to the back of my mind in order to function leaps to the front of my thoughts. I admit that I do make use of this as a method to fully face down my fears, but fun it fuckin ain’t.
Shrooms left me deeply depressed for hours, except for a microdose. LSD wasn’t bad, but I needed a good friend along for support. DMT apparently had me screaming for 10 minutes. I remembered almost nothing, but came out of it feeling it was a positive experience. Psychedelics are rough, but I felt better for years afterwards.
Yeah, my mind is a dark place that I’m working to rewire. I have a therapist. I use drugs minimally mostly as psychological prybars. How the hell do people use them as a fun coping mechanism?