The No-Good Edible Experience

I had my second experience with an edible this weekend. It wasn't much better than the first time I tried it, which was about a year ago. 

I honestly think it's overrated. Maybe it loses the appeal and luster when you first try it in your 40s. Maybe I'm just too much of a newbie to appreciate it. Or maybe I just don't understand the so-called desired effect. Maybe all of the above? I partook of this most recent one at 5:30 pm on Friday. By 8:15, I was fast asleep. What transpired in between wasn't really all that impressive. 

I really don't like the way it messes with the perception of time. Maybe I'm too much of a control freak to give that up. Forgetting why I kept going into the damn kitchen, and whatever it was I was doing there that seemingly took forever was not fun. Not at all. Kind of like a nightmare, I'd keep reminding myself that what I thought I was experiencing in terms of the time perception wasn't real. It was jarring and rather stressful in that regard. 

Sure, there was some giggling and babbling in there. What was most startling was that in my apparent loss of time, I'd be speaking and 'come to' as I was still talking - having no memory of doing so mere seconds before. All while constantly wondering, 'How do people function doing this regularly?' 

Perhaps it's a different experience when it's presumably concentrated in a small, unassuming cookie. That little cookie knocked me clear on my ass, and about the only good thing it did was allow me to pay down my sleep debt. Still, the grogginess and skewed time perception that has taken days to wear off isn't really worth it.

Perhaps I'll give it another year or so and give it a go again. Maybe just a small bite of the cookie next time. Or, perhaps not at all. The jury is still out.

For now, I'll continue to enjoy watching the antics and humor of stoner movies instead.

Accurate representation of what the edible experience has been like thus far.