Alright, so I've been back in Dallas for about two weeks and haven't gone a day without smoking pot (well...maybe one). Two of my closest friends from back home started smoking very frequently, so I just tag along for the ride. And you know, I feel like I should feel bad about it or something, like it's killing all of my brain cells and I'm just some stupid stoner. But.....I don't. Pot has made me a much happier and well balanced person actually, and I can't feel remorse for that. Why? I'll tell you.
1. It relaxes you like nothing else. I've been stressed out to no end in the past few months and the only thing that I can look forward to keep me level headed is a bowl of weed at the end of the day. Because I really don't want to be one of those high-strung, constantly stressed out people. Just thinking about that stresses me out.
2. It makes it easier to be introspective. It's usually semi-hard for me to tell myself that I'm wrong or that I need to make a major change in my life or even just to deal with my feelings. When I smoke, all of that becomes much more clear and I can actually sort through my repressed issues and do something about it.
3. All of your senses are heightened. Food tastes more delicious, every movie is a masterpiece, and every song rocks your world. Everything is fascinating and more interesting and you end up appreciating much more than you would normally. I went to the Radiohead concert a week or so ago and was basically blazed the entire time and I'm SO glad that I was. I already loved their music, but it was just that much better seeing them in person, with that amazing light show, listening to their beautiful music with 20,000 other people.
4. If you're bored, it's a great thing to do. On nights where there's absolutely nothing to do and you don't want to go out and spend money, all you have to do is smoke a bowl, make yourself some dinner, and pop in a movie, and you're set for the rest of the night.
5. If you can't sleep, smoke weed. You will get tired eventually.
6. This doesn't always happen, but sometimes I feel really connected to the people that I'm smoking with. This only happens with a select few that I smoke pretty often with and am very close with. It's a very interesting feeling and sort of strange and actually really difficult to explain. Like....it's almost as if I can tell what they're thinking or vice-versa or know what they're about to say. It's like we're on the same wavelength. I like that feeling of connectedness to other people. But really, everyone does.
7. And lastly, I need something to self-medicate with in a world of over-medicated people. Everyone is all about anti-depressants, pain pills, medicating with alcohol, muscle relaxants, other drugs, and even taking pills recreationally. Not to say any of that is bad, we've all got our drug of choice, but if everyone else is taking something to make them feel better, then so can I.
Even though there is no one telling me not to smoke or asking my why I do, I still feel the need to justify my habits. Most people I know are accepting of the fact, mainly the people I know in New York (because they all do too), but my friends back in Dallas don't accept that I'm a little bit of a pothead. Many haven't tried it, so naturally they would be against it, but it's frustrating that some of my friends don't accept that part of me.
I will leave you with the words of the great Kirsten Dunst: "If everyone smoked pot, the world would be a better place."
2 comments:
I love you and your hair and your blog. And you. Again.
i mixed up which one meant island, and which one meant walkway. cut me some slack, stoner.
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