by tokugawa » Wed Jan 03, 2007 3:54 pm
Really amazing to have found this little thread here. Can't remember the exact keywords I put into Google, but I consider it a little miracle that I happened upon this place, because at no other time have I seen people taking the words right out of my mouth concerning marijuana addiction (especially the beginning post by Wakinglife which persuaded me to keep reading the thread).
I had quit smoking the day before I found this thread. I can't remember how many days ago that was (5 or so) but it's unimportant as I don't plan on smoking ever again. I was also a light cigarette smoker (would just bum them a few times a day).
My reasons for quitting are multifarious. I'm just going to start typing stream of consciousness style.
Like many, I would like to have a happy life. As someone said earlier in the thread, pot had become sort of a benchmark for their happiness. I would always find myself thinking "if only I were high, then I could really enjoy this" or "this is entertaining but I can't wait to get home so I can be by myself, load a bowl, and browse the internet or whatever".
Okay, so now my happiness is dependent on, as someone else said, dried up plant pieces in a bag.
I can't even count the times I've wished my girlfriend or good friend would just Go Home so I could be alone to smoke a bowl by myself.
Sometimes when out doing something, I would get a surge of joy upon remembering that I have a sack at home and I'm going to smoke as soon as this activity is over. Nothing else seemed to give me a surge of joy aside from having alone time and a sack.
My ideal day consisted of getting home from work and knowing that NO ONE (girlfriend, friends, unexpected guests) would ring that doorbell. And having a sack.
I remember clearly the anger I would feel if someone rang that doorbell. "Why do people bother eachother all the time, god I hate doorbells".
The fear that would shoot through my body upon that awful bell sound. Or my cell phone ringing.
The way I just couldn't quite feel comfortable at my girlfriend's parents house. The subtle shame in my eyes. "Do you realize who you're allowing your girlfriend to date? Yes, me, a guy who's only joy is the realization that he's got a sack at home and some alone time."
I love many things: music, art, reading, learning, film, food... When smoking the only one of these that seemed to get my attention was the food. I've had some excellent ideas on pot, but haha, I can't really remember them. I would always return home from work thinking "tonight I'm going to smoke but also do something productive" but the night always had a way of duplicating the night before; playing computer games, surfing the same websites repeatedly, munching on food, and fearing that the phone would ring or doorbell would sound. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. Unbelievable. If only someone had delivered a well edited montage of a week in my life to my door I would've quit sooner. Sometimes you just need to sit down and do an honest assessment of your routine.
Never met any new people, either. Stock responses, expectations. Not fluid or alive in the magic of the present moment.
Slowly more and more out of shape. Pot sometimes has a way of weening you away from the gym. The gym eats up valuable smoking time.
Everything revolves around me and my alone time with marijuana. More self-centered than ever. Lots of paranoid thoughts, or at least paranoia seemed to be the starting place of any thinking.
Money... I wish I had all that money back. Maybe I would be able to afford a car.
That's it for now. I will be thinking about this and will try to post more later tonight.
I really appreciate you guys for sharing your honest feelings about this. It's so hard to look at it for what it is, especially when a lot of your friends smoke too, and it is an intrinsic part of their routine. We can justify anything.