Side Effects of White Widow

White Widow hits like a freight train wrapped in cotton candy. First it lifts you—clean, euphoric, like someone opened a window in your skull. But then, yeah, the side effects. They creep in sideways. Not always, not for everyone, but when they do? Buckle up.

Dry mouth. Like Sahara-level. You’ll feel like you’ve been chewing on a beach towel for three hours. Water helps, but not much. It’s like your tongue forgot how to be wet. And then there’s the eyes—red, glassy, sometimes itchy. You look like you’ve been crying over a breakup that never happened.

Paranoia? Oh yeah. Not always, but it lurks. One minute you're vibing to some lo-fi beats, the next you're convinced your neighbor’s dog is judging you. It’s not rational. Doesn’t matter. Your brain’s off on its own weird little trip and you’re just along for the ride.

Some folks get jittery. Not full-on panic attack, but close. Heart races, palms sweat, thoughts scatter like pigeons. It’s like your body’s trying to run a marathon while your mind’s stuck in a beanbag chair. Not fun. Especially if you’re prone to anxiety already—White Widow can poke that bear hard.

And the munchies. Jesus. You’ll eat an entire sleeve of Oreos and still be eyeing the peanut butter like it owes you money. It’s not hunger—it’s compulsion. Like your stomach turned into a black hole and flavor is the only thing that matters anymore.

Some people get couch-locked. Not sleepy, just... inert. Like gravity got stronger. You want to move, but your limbs are like, “Nah, we live here now.” Time gets weird too—either racing or dragging like a bad date. You’ll check the clock and swear it’s broken. It’s not.

Oh, and memory? Short-term goes out the window. You’ll forget what you were saying mid-sentence. Or why you walked into the kitchen. Or if you already texted your friend or just thought about it really hard. It’s not dangerous, just annoying. And kind of funny. Unless you’re trying to do taxes. Then it’s a nightmare.

Some folks get headaches. Not super common, but it happens. Usually if you overdo it or mix it with booze. Which—by the way—is a terrible idea. Crossfading with White Widow can turn a chill night into a puke-and-regret festival real fast.

Look, I’m not saying don’t try it. Just don’t treat it like candy. Respect the plant. Know your limits. And maybe don’t smoke it alone in a dark room if you’re already feeling weird about your life choices. That’s how you end up crying over a cereal commercial at 2 a.m.