I just never get paranoid at all. There's no real reason, so I guess weed doesn't have that particular effect on my brain. Well, didn't.
Like, I had to get in an elevator to get to my room after I smoked in my car, and when I got in the elevator I saw some RA's walking into the building, so I frantically pressed the Close Door button because I was scared I smelled like pot, even though I only had one one-hit outdoors so little to no smell would remain. Though it didn't help that I also had an eighth with me in my backpack.
Whatever the case, I was glad to get to my room without having to talk to anyone. Then I started questioning all of my friendships because I guess simple fears were too boring to produce. It wasn't much fun until that finally wore off.