October 5. Smoked weed with the two of them. Nasty experience, slid straight into acute depression. In addition to the specific things that depressed me, I was saddened that what is a great experience for others only leads to a dead end of the opposite for me. A question of dosage perhaps, or perhaps my brain structure, in which essential parts seem to be missing. In everyday life, this is hardly noticeable, only in certain critical situations, similar to someone who is color- or face-blind.