Tuesday, May 29, 2012


This is a rather strong declarative statement, but I stand firmly behind it. Keep in mind, I used smoke pot EVERYDAY, sometimes more than once. And not cheap shit either, mostly the best hydroponically grown that money can buy. For over 10 years.  

But it's been close to 15 months since I last inhaled, and I don't care if other people still smoke - to each their own. But I can't be around it. Just last night, my boyfriend's roommate(s) and friend's we're getting high, and I literally had to bounce. 

Not because I wanted to smoke; quite the opposite. It literally made me nauseous, not to mention I just can't hold a conversation with people that are high. Drunk? Sure. I dunno, it's kinda crazy how much smoking that shit used to be a part of my life, and how much it isn't anymore. 

And yes, I still like my Camels, PBR, and vodka (but I've sworn off whiskey), but I dunno...I know change isn't easy, it's a process, but I'm slowly figuring out what I want and where I want to be and where I don't. Perhaps some bridges will be burned in the meantime, but if people care enough, they hopefully will understand. 


Jessie Erdman said...

I hear ya... :)

Anonymous said...

You and me should get together sometime and not smoke pot together. It'd be craaaaazy.

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