The Night I Saw a U.F.O.
15 years old. Laying in bed I saw the light blinking across the sky. My mind skipped straight to the only explanation
Holy shitballs. Its a U.F.O.
I flew out of bed and crashed into my mother’s room flipping out pointing at the window. While I was screaming about this UFO, my mind was starting to unravel. I could hear my conscience, which sounds like Morgan Freeman, trying to yell over the top of me.
Kate, your stoned. This is NOT a UFO. It’s a helicopter.
My poor mother. I think she had already reached the point you have to accept your teenage daughter is batshit crazy. If she did realise I was actually completely baked that night she would have been at a loss of what to do anyway.
I was determined to be a shit teenager. She couldn’t stop me.
Prior to the UFO sighting, I may have hit the bong a few too many times at a friend’s house.
I ended up rather comatose actually. I’m surprised I made it home.
Rule of thumb when you are a pot smoking teen: Never make eye contact, even after clear eyes. Never mind the fact you smell like you took a bath in a hydroponic lab, just don’t. make. eye contact.
I slipped in the door late, muttered an apology and went straight to bed. Fully munted.
Until I spotted that blinking red light in the sky. UFO MOTHER TRUCKERS!
By the time I turned 18, shortly after an ecstasy mishap, all drugs were a thing of the past.
Horrible HERstories are about a time in my life where I thought I needed to be high or intoxicated to make friendships.
I had no faith in my personality (weird charm and dry humour). I may be able to laugh about my antics now – they weren’t glamorous back then – but they are part of who I am today.
There is no shame in talking openly about these things and I love sharing my stories for many reasons.