Then, you definitely won't want to hear that I take approximately 2 teaspoons when I I caused a bit of grief for myself in high schooleat dust.
A woman I can understand, LMAO. I've considered just about every "consumer" I've encountered since I was 13, other than my brother, to be permanent lightweights - and even he used to get annoyed when, after asking, "Do you want another shot of this, or are you good," the answer was
always, "Pass that over."
I remember, back in high school, reading that cannabis was perceived as some kind of "gateway drug," and thinking it was probably true, for some folks. After all, it didn't matter how good the stuff was, I'd get a bit of a buzz right off, then no matter how much I'd smoke, it just didn't impress. (30+ years later, and that still hasn't changed
.) "If someone is chasing a buzz," thought I, "Sooner or later, they're going to move on to something far more potent than cannabis, realize that it's not going to ever be truly spectacular and learn to live with it, or just give up and stop doing drugs." Although there have a few, mostly I don't feel much, regardless of whether I smoke a gram of good bud, ground bud mixed with hash oil (we call that a cookie), a large "cob" finger that someone gave me (think I ended up eating a third of that in one sitting), or one of those 90+% THC vaporizer cartridges.
Now that's how I consciously feel. Cannabis must have
some kind of effect on me, because when I've had a sizable quantity of the stuff, other people I end up interacting with sure can tell... when I run out
. And I like to smoke it, so I'll continue to do so, as and when I can.