I love 420Magazine ... I learn new stuff all the time. I do get the anxiety feeling from almost all Indicas, and it's even worse when I orally ingest vice burn. I didn't remember this effect too much back in the 1970's, but I didn't know I was smoking Sativas back then. I didn't know there were different strains, and I thought the location where the plant was grown (Panama, Columbia, etc.) dictated the difference in quality, taste and smell. Young and blissfully dumb! I will try this as the anxiety/paranoia is my only problem using Cannabis medicinally. Sativas can also trigger that "not awesome" feeling in me, but Indicas surely cause it with greater frequency and higher intensity. Fortunately for me, only the initial dose of the day causes the most discord, and subsequent doses don't increase the problem much.
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JB
Mate ... yer singin' my late 60s-late 70s cannabis song. We judged our weed based on seed/stem content and phoney-balogna Regions of Origin. Sativas? Indicas? WhaaaaAA?
I HAD to quit smokin' recreationally when DISCO took over 'Murica's Airwaves!
Here's MY thought about Cannabis Anxiety:
MOST of that Anxiety is due to being a bit disoriented. Happens when ya drink, slam yer skull into the base of a granite monument, smoke weed-ish stuff, or break-up with the love of your life.
... Humans are pretty stable when not influenced by outside stuff. THC itself can be temporarily disorienting. The problem is that even a little disorientation can bring on significant anxiety.
What I have found is this (and it ain't foolproof)
... Orient Yourself!
Yup
... pause when ya get anxious.
Re-orient yourself. Pause ... and take a rational look at where you are ... and who you are with. If you find that you aren't where you wanna be ... LEAVE! Wrong turns HAPPEN ... move on!
Control your own high ... don't let IT control you.
My best lifetime friends ALL have areas of almost Genius. Most of us have been best mates since our college days (early 70s). We've all talked, many times over the decades. One of the recurring themes, almost without exception, is that we sometimes felt that we weren't worthy of
membership. All of us impacted our friends in very different ways ... individual ways ... yet we all FELT both unworthy, AND that we were somehow, oNE.
Kind of a noggin scratcher.
Those sparks of discussions almost invariably led to mutual hugs when we shared with each other the kinds of sh*t that kept us together (and apart)... as genuine friends. We always left swearin' that we'd get The Band back together.
Suffice to say that NONE of my friends truly have a hint of what they mean to me. And ... I had NO CLUE that I had inspired them on ANY level. Almost none of us felt that we truly belonged ... yet we'd ALL feel diminished if ANY of our tribe fell by the wayside. In hindsight, I THINK that we thrived on each others' company.
Smoke?
IF ya smoke ... Periodically Re-Orient yourself. Stand up. Sit down. Roll over. MOVE!!! NUTHIN' hastens Re-Orientation faster than rational MOVEMENT. It's like growin' MJ ... she NEEDs to Move. She needs to learn to adapt and learn and share.
If ya don't smoke? See the above. MOVE!
...Dim