i started smoking weed cos of my mates, they were really into smoking up and such. one day they said lets skip school and i said yeah sure and never looked back
I started because I wanted to. I asked my parents, they explained things to me, "this is good shit, this is not so good shit, and this is what you do with it." and they made sure i wasn't allergic, or annoying. then i went on a choir field trip, for 4 days, over the weekend of 4/20. I almost drowned in the pool i was so high! i tried flipping around underwater, but very much forgot which way was up. Now i mostly smoke to relieve back pain, to give me the desire to eat, to keep my depression under control, and to alleviate my vivid dreams. they are often prophetic, and it bothers me. now only the really important/ powerful ones make it through. i have been smoking every night (except when i was in the navy, duh) to stop my dreaming ever since 9/11, because the night of 9/10 i dreamed planes crashed into tall buildings, repeatedly until i woke up. i dismissed it as being weird, and i was in ceramics class when i realized the music hadn't come back on the radio. once you have a dream like that, you just don't want to know anymore. if i had told someone, they would have thought me crazy. lots of people had similar dreams the night before though. Heavy shit man. but yah, thats why i smoked, and thats why i smoke.
well i don't "do weed" but i smoke it. i remember how i just started off..i wanted to try it for the sake of trying something new and it changed me forever. eventually i got to psychedelics and they became the cat's meow.
I disagree with dronelore's idea that smoking cannabis doesn't cause a huge shift in self-awareness and esteem. I used to really hate who I was, not Emo-like I just have horrible ADHD and a problem expressing myself verbally (i.e. Clearly articulating what my point is and generally making sense when I talk) further complicated by emotional trauma from shit that happened with an adopted sibling trying to kill another adopted sibling. I saw myself as a mess and I had a really negative self-image, I had almost no motivation and although I wasn't suicidal I saw my life as really messed up and wondered about why I should even get out of bed in the morning. But as I smoked more, I started to see my flaws in more of a third person point of view and I decided that I was done giving up, and I developed a never back down approach to my problems and my life. I started to see myself as an unique individual and I stopped trying to conform to what the norm is. I am comfortable with who I am now even though I still have my flaws, they are what make me human. I have the attitude that, I am what I am and I will succeed at whatever I try. Have the tenacity of a bulldog and a good self-image and it will change your life. Sorry, but I felt compelled to explain myself. I started smoking when I broke up with my girlfriend and best friend of a year broke up with me and I my life started spiraling out of control, I figured if it was going to get worse, fuck it, things couldn't get too much worse. So me and my friend who had wanted to try smoking just tried it, and it's helped me put my life back together. Edit: wow quite a fight a few pages back...
It was offered basically. Funny cause before I ever smoked weed I was very pro LSD, since 8th grade, just basically apathetic towards weed cause really it just didn't seem that interesting, and it really isn't lol. Weed is just like if you have an awesome sandwich you're about to eat, it's like no wait I should smoke up, it'd make this sandwich go from a 9 to a 9.3 on the awesome scale. Funny though for someone that does alot of drugs I am actually very anti drug when it comes to using them for medical or therapeutic value.
The first time I smoked, I put a whole dime bag into one blunt and took it straight to the face in less than 10 minutes. BIG mistake. I remember my heart beating insanely fast, using a broomstick as a microphone and throwing a concert on my balcony, eating uncooked, dry spaghetti noodles, and eventually going into an extreme panic. I waited four years to smoke again. Now, I smoke because I can't have kids. Psychologically, this fucks with me. As a result, I tend to participate in self-negating behaviors. I also smoke because I've been diagnosed with a mental illness. The mood stabilizing drugs do nothing positive for me; in fact, they damn near ruined my brain and my life. I smoke not necessarily because it makes me more creative, as many people claim; but rather, it alleviates my stress to the point where I am able to channel my creativity through words or photography. I smoke 'cause the ancients did. It ain't no gateway thing. It assists me in my meditation practices. So yes, I am an addict. I use this drug as a tool but I am also its tool, I suppose.
I love my parents. they were always so cool, and honest, that i never even had a chance at teenage rebellion. they are the awesomest! BuddhaFish and Marksup (despite you being done talking about it, i read all of it so i want to say something!) IMO (and O being the operative here) you are standing your ground but its in quicksand. BuddhaFish- it may not be close minded, but it is prejudice. not only that, but you gave your verdict before you had all the evidence in hand. killing people has nothing to do with doing drugs. killing people hurts others, doing drugs hurts yourself. if we aren't entitled to hurt ourselves, then who is entitled? experiencing life is as it should be for individuals, and (IMO) you haven't got the right to judge someone for their lifestyle, their opinion, their desire to live and do and try. you assumed she was out of control, at least thats what it sounded like. some uncontrollable urge to judge, without reciprocation? Marksup- you seem to have a good head on your shoulders, and your grades are certainly going to get you somewhere. you have done things to your body that very likely wont be worth it in the long run, but it is always your choice to do, or not to do. be very careful what you try, who you get it from, etc, all the normal warnings. more than that, be careful who you mention your past to, as even some of the enlightened humanity will be quick to judge. I was raised differently than you, im sure. my mom told me that if it was altered by humans not to touch it. i have taken shrooms and weed. shrooms: you pick them, you wash the crap off them, and dry and eat them. weed: you pick it, dry it, and imbibe it. even the coco leaf is applicable. coco leaf is not addictive, the andes guide chew it like we would drink a cup of coffee, for a little boost. but you separate the chemicals in it, toy with them in a lab, and bang you've got cocaine, and its little psychopathic sibling crack. i hope your experiences take you to the world before they take you to your grave. please don't let your brilliant mind go to waste that way. well. now that ive stirred the pot, and added my two cents, i think im off to bed.
you mean smoking bud. i guess i did it because everyone at the time said you get the MUNCHIES. this was a cool word back then.
I first smoked weed because my big sister offered it to me and I was curious when I was 15. I really began smoking weed seriously after I had a horse riding accident that left me with back troubles. I also found it to be effective in releiving my un-medicated symptoms of ADD and depression. Then I noticed it elevated my self esteem and gave me inspiration to be a better person. I attribute being able to earn a college degree to smoking weed. I wouldn't have ever made it through college as an unmedicated ADD person without my weed. At that time I smoked about an ounce a week, I can't afford that or find that kind of steady supply these days. When I have weed I sleep better and I am healthier overall. I eat healthier and I take more walks. Weed also helps me with my job. When I've smoked I can look at things in ways others don't. I'm a newspaper journalist so this has been positive for me. When I'm stoned I can come up with great new fresh angles for old worn out stories that we have to write. Being stoned when I write helps my writing flow. I make more mistakes when I'm out of weed. It also helps me socially because I don't like to drink and hang out in bars and I don't like waking up early on Sunday to go to church, so I hang out with the stoners. They tend to be a diverse group of people, everything from the barfly who paints his finger nails black to the director of emergency services. Nothing works better for my PMS than the combo of weed and ibuprofen for pain relief. I have a pinched nerve that acts up from that horse riding accident about 10 years ago every month. The only reason I can ever come up with to stop smoking weed is I could have bought a whole house with all of the money I've spent getting stoned over the past 10 years. But I don't want to quit, I'm happy in my run down apartment.
shame about that arguement a few pages back...no need for it really When i started it was in my own time without the pressure of others, i told my parents i wanted to try it and they told me the usual...get it off a trusted source etc... so one night i got a gram and a half (20) in town went home, made a pipe (i dont smoke tobacco) and smoked the 20 bag and havnt looked back since i was lying on my bed and i thought my body was melting but in a really warm comforting way haha. It was great
to experience the high. took a few tries. first time i did actually get high was before school. it was both amazing and scary. to the 16 year old who tried alot of hard drugs, i dont judge. yeah meth is fucked up, but doing once is no big deal maybe. sure ppl reckon once is just an excuse for addiction, but its not. i tried some shit once (or twice ) and it didnt lead to addiction or fuck ups. idk im also all up for the experiences, obv not stupid shit like sliting your throat, but dangerous stuff like sky diving or bungie jumping etc. these are like natural highs. you can do synthetic or psychadelic highs also, because naturally - theyre almost impossible to achieve. doing a back flip will not get you stoned, nor will it be the same as being stoned.