Tools
(By Smoking Pot)
by Jesse Vernon
Stranger Personals
I would love to share a spliff with Betty Crocker. Especially her 1965 incarnation (the hottest), with those delicate pearls, her flipped bob, sharp eyes, and flirty smirk. She'd sit on the counter while I did the work, doling out wise guidance ("Grease your pan with unsalted butter") interspersed with anachronisms ("Peanut butter cookies are a favorite with men and children"), her blazed grin and glazed eyes defying her corporate creators.
See, baking is magic disguised as domesticity. And magic should always be done high. First, take a hit (or two). Then take a bunch of ingredients that can't hold their own (unsweetened chocolate scarred my childhood), combine them in a particular order with precise measurements, swirl them around with instruments of varying shape and composition (wood here, steel there, silicone intermittently), and apply heat. In the time it takes to smoke a bowl, your gooey brownish blobs will have transfigured into little glistening disks of delight. Ta-da. Even the most epicurean of potheads has fallen prey to the lure of the quick and easy munchie fix, but the restorative powers of any off-the-shelf sugar bomb are paltry in comparison to a treat of your own creation.
While pot expands the breadth of my senses—mundane textures become fascinating (slimy, elusive egg whites; silky, billowing flour), common smells become seductive (melting butter, caramelizing sugar)—it also finely hones them. My sober friends would be surprised to learn that a lot of my best snacks are made under the influence. The neuroses-enhancing side of pot is helpful, especially if you're already a details person: With near-neurotic accuracy, I've learned to heed Betty's direction (her Cooky Book is my holy book) and create bites of perfection. As long as I remember to set the timer.
(By Smoking Pot)
by Brendan Kiley
I was 15 and not so good at gardening, which was too bad because gardening was my job. Being outside was nice (when it wasn't November) and I liked the idea of being a gardener (like Gregor Mendel), but the actual gardening could be crushingly dull—especially weeding the perennial beds at the neighbors' house where I worked on Saturdays. Starting was easy, but I'd get restless and rush through the job, leaving weeds in my wake.
Rick, the other gardener, was studying graphic design at an art college. He was a nice guy, but my lousy work ethic frustrated him. "You're a good worker when you want to do something," he would say. "But when you're bored, you're useless." Then he'd go back to talking about music and girls and stuff.
One Saturday, he solved my problem. We went into the woods and smoked some pot out of his small, silver pipe.
The garden I stumbled back into was not the garden I'd left. It was brighter and richer, I paid more attention to textures and colors, and the plants seemed to have grown personalities while I was gone. The work was suddenly fun, my attention span seemed infinite, and lunch came faster than ever. (That afternoon, eating chips and salsa was like discovering a continent.) Pruning roses, transplanting Crocosmia, turning the compost piles—it was all fun, fun, and fun. I could sit out in the dirt, let my mind wander, and happily weed my life away.
Gardening was the gateway drug. Eventually I learned pot improved all kinds of chores: laundry, sweeping, scrubbing the bathroom. A puff is to my patience what a can of spinach is to Popeye's muscles. Don't want to do the dishes tonight? Just hand me a joint and a sponge.
(By Smoking Pot)
by Christopher Frizzelle
I n middle school, I quit swim team, watched my parents' marriage self-destruct, and ate a lot of Cheez-Its. I would stack them between my fingers and eat the stack. One day after school, I unsealed a jar of Planters Dry Roasted Peanuts and ate it in a sitting. Then for dinner: Taco Bell, Burger King, or pizza. Military family. In the suburbs. Trying to save money. In high school, my brothers played sports and stayed in shape; I started the school newspaper and literary magazine, and produced them almost single-handedly (with the assistance of Planters Dry Roasted Peanuts). You get so fat that, at a certain point, not eating another homemade chocolate-chip cookie isn't going to do you any fucking good—you're so far gone already, and it's not like you have any friends to impress, and it's not like you can come out of the closet in your shitty town anyway—so you just go ahead and eat it. The next time you see a chocolate-chip cookie, you do the same calculation. By the time I was 17, I was six foot four, 280 pounds. I used to say, "I'm big boned." My older brother would say, "How big can bones be?"
If you start running every other day after school, you notice very little change. It wasn't until I kept running and stopped eating—almost entirely—that anything changed. I always knew it was a corrective measure and not a long-term solution, though. Simply avoiding Taco Bell and Planters Dry Roasted Peanuts doesn't do it. If your body has been very fat before, your body would like to be fat again. The only thing to do is to make working out a regular part of your life, a three-or-four-times-a-week thing.
Lifting weights is, of course, boring. Goddamn, it's boring. Here, pick this up and put it down again and again and again and again and again—times a million. I tried lifting weights for years and could never stick with it past a month or two. Then one day, a friend confessed a secret. REALLY?! Right before going to the gym? Don't you have trouble breathing after having all that smoke in your lungs? Don't you get tripped up while warming up on the treadmill? Don't you accidentally drop things on yourself? He insisted I try it, and we did—and lifting weights, and running, and the state of my biceps have never been the same. Pot takes any rote activity (see also: parenting, cleaning, baking) and turns the boringness into mental candy. It makes time stretchy. It limits your ability to focus too long on anything, so you don't get stuck thinking about how repetitive something is. You can run forever: Between the pot and the music in your headphones, you're on a bodiless plane of existence. Pain is kind of fun, so you can lift more than usual. (Be careful.) And, because you're breaking the law, you've got a secret—a mischievous habit, a private rebellion—that you associate with going to the gym (a corporate, brightly lit, rule-bound environment) that happens to make the gym really fun.
I'm in better shape than ever. I finally have muscles. The last of my love handles will be gone soon. People always ask me about having been fat, about how I lost it, about how I keep it off. Some friends simply think I'm unusually dedicated to health and fitness. The truth is, I've just been smoking a lot of pot.
(By Smoking Pot)
by I. Havenoballs*
W hen my daughter was born in December, my life took the expected course correction. Excessive drinking, video games, smoking pot, chronic masturbation—save for that last item, each weapon in my free-time arsenal was dismantled, melted down, and converted into things like bottles, diaper bins, and tools to combat meconium.
Recently, however, smoking has started to make a bit of a comeback. Gone are my days of waking and baking, but one thing I've learned over the past eight months is that when it comes to the mind-numbing repetition of playtime, a little puff makes the experience not just bearable, but enjoyable. It helps keep me sane—and during the first year of parenthood, sanity tends to be in short supply.
Take my daughter's current obsession with a set of cheap plastic cups. These cups vary in size and color, and she can spend hours having me stack them in the proper order just so she can quickly unstack them. It's a game that never gets boring for her; every time the cups are stacked, it's as if they've been stacked for the very first time. And during these extended sessions of monotony—first green cup, then blue cup, then red cup, then yellow cup, then orange cup, then rinse and repeat—a quick hit of pot can cut through the stress and noise that comes with new parenthood and instead keep me focused, patient, and engaged with my daughter's development. And that, really, is all that matters.
(By Smoking Pot)
by David Schmader
O ne of the traits I inherited from my German-on-both-sides family is a deep drive for certainty, tidiness, and order—three things in short supply during the act of writing, or at least during the early stages of writing, when making a mess is the point. Brainstorming, jotting down half-formed ideas, banging out messy first drafts—these tasks made my skin itch. Saddled with a brain obsessed with finding the Right Answer (or as Germans sometimes call it, the Final Solution), I found myself paralyzed by the possibilities, as my would-be happy playground of creativity morphed into a gulag rigged with a million ways to be wrong.
And then I smoked pot. For some people, pot means munchies and moving in what feels like slow motion; for others, stress and sleeplessness. For me, pot is the perfect stupefier, slowing down my frantically racing thoughts—OhmygodwhatamIgoingtowrite andhowamIgoingtowriteitandwheredoIstart andwhatdoIincludeandhowdoIincludeit?—to the point where each thought can be addressed individually, while leaving me with enough brain power to do the addressing. Properly stoned, I could wade through the swamp of messy imperfection that lay before every finished piece and finally start writing.
Before long, I was getting paid for my writing—a lucky break that came with an implicit invitation to become a professional pothead. Luckily, the work doesn't pay enough to support such an arrangement, so eventually I set about learning nonpot methods of stupefying my answer-seeking brain. Mundane things like sitting still for 15 minutes and breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. But there's no denying that the welcome mat to this new way of being was a big wad of pot.
(By Smoking Pot)
by I. M. Whipped*
T he only thing worse than spending time with your own family is spending time with someone else's family. Sober.
For years, I was dragged to Thanksgivings, Christmases, and Easters with my wife's family, which is about as right-wing nutso as you can get without joining a militia. My father-in-law is a Fox-News-loving, we-need-a-border-fence-now, George W. apologist. He is a mountain man. I am a city slicker who works for an artsy-fartsy homo newspaper. We have little in common.
Normally at family functions, I'd sit in the corner, try not to make eye contact, and only make small talk when escape was not an option. There was never any booze, making all my other problems—social anxiety, a psychological aversion to family time—agonizing. Then Christmas 2006 happened. As gun-nut uncles, pregnant teenage nieces, and trailer-park-dwelling grandparents held hands and prayed to baby Jebus around the living room of a suburban home, my wife, my sister-in-law, and I snuck out, drove around, and smoked out of a gross, resin-stained glass pipe until we were suitably baked and alarmingly affable. It was a Christmas miracle, and it has since become a holiday tradition—a permanent solution to any anxiety about spending time with family.
Now, septuagenarian aunts' and uncles' stories about internal family battles seem like fascinating epic poems, sitting on a couch and staring into space is no longer a chore, and engagement in small talk is less teeth-grindingly awful. Smoking pot hasn't made me like these people any more, but it makes my wife not want to strangle me so much now that I'm perfectly willing to sit and talk to her dad about computer parts and the benefits of FAT32 and NTFS file systems for the better part of an hour. And if I get stoned enough, I barely remember I was there at all.
(By Smoking Pot)
by Ari Spool
H aving sex on dope is almost everything your parents said you should never do, with the exception of eating ice cream for breakfast. But we all know by now that the things your parents specifically railed against are the things your parents were totally doing when you weren't looking.
The reasons your parents were (are) having all that sex on all that dope: (1) It just feels better, and (2) you can tell the other participant what you really want to do without feeling shy. When my roommates go to bonetown after smoking a blunt in the living room, I hear slapping. When they are sober, it sounds boring—not even any moaning. And they've been dating forever; they know each other inside and out. Stony sex is way easier and cheaper and hotter than couples counseling or being instructed to dress up or other weird things that couples on TV do when "the magic runs away." Also, I don't know about you, but I get all pouncy and am way more liable to look at you next to me on the couch with popcorn on your shirt and give you that look. I am thinking "RRRAAAWWWRRR MAKE ME NAKED!"
This is way healthier than the drunken "RRRAAAWWWRRR," because I already know you. We were just getting stoned on the couch together, we're at least buddies or probably even dating, and pot hasn't made you look any hotter than you actually are (weed doesn't give you drunk goggles). I am making a much more educated and safe decision, with no weird, shameful walk home in the morning. And there's no rush. Take it slow, baby.
I honestly don't know why you would ever have sex without getting
stoned first. Those fun sex jokes are more likely to happen, and maybe
there will be tickling. You have no one to tickle? Well, it makes
masturbation better, too. I'm talking to the dames. Maybe you're kind
of nervous about it? Like, you just bought this new dildong and you are
looking at it and, let's be honest, you aren't sexually
attracted to it. And you are gonna do WHAT with it? On weed, that
weirdness goes away. You just nod and proceed to make yourself happy
enough to never shoot up any fitness centers, ever.
* Pseudonyms for Stranger writers who are wusses.
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not mentioned much is a hallucinogenic quality that can leave first time users and many time users in a total spaz is a Paranoia brought about by your mind tuning in and out?
you may hear voices! Real voices may sound closer than they really are and the rhythm of rain or the hum of a fan may bring out strange noises that can lead to a paronia state.
Some can smoke pot like they breath air and some can just smoke a little bit before they need to stop!
You have to be aware of your self and stay away from morons who have no brains for pot to affect as they will keep passing you a joint all day and night!
like all "good" drugs you can use it or abuse it?
slightly addictive as all good things are like sex and chocolate pot is a natural goodness of earth and there should be a giant statue somewhere on the earth to represent what it means and in fact has "dose" for people over the existence of human life?
Unable to hook people like the opium dens of old and all of the other "pimp" drugs that have dealers turning people into slaves pot is brings in the heavyweight class of drugs as its take it or leave it and you can do both!
Very much the herbal tea of drugs its very much a medication when used in moderation and respected for its individual effect on different people.
Pot doesn't make you better in bed, it just blocks your ability to sense how bad you are.
I believe it works well for gardening & hanging around the in-laws - but the fat ass is still a looser for needing to get stoned to enjoy moving his body the way humans are intended to.
The shitty parent is a real fuck up for having to get high to appreciate their kid over bar-hopping & jacking off!
Take a little interest in something other than yourselves and get over your overblown sense of entitlement.
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And really, how much of the readership of the Stranger do you think hasn't tried marijuana?
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Well, it's pretty straightforward. Just smoke some pot and you'll come up with some fairly interesting ideas (your friends will too!). Here are some gems we've come up with:
1.) Afghan Mountain Ride Extreme for Wii - You attach your wii-mote to your couch and you go down a mountain in Afghanistan; the catch is that you have to dodge goats and bombs exploding at you.
2.) The title of my first novel: "The Shed of Dignity".
2a.) Then go on a book tour, and let people ponder what the philosophical meaning of which the title is indicative. After people are exhausted from theorizing, come clean that you made the title up when you were stoned. The end.
Yep...these things are all so stupid.
I believe it works well for gardening and dealing with the in-law!
But if you need to get stoned in order to enjoy moving your body the way humans are intended to, then I'm sorry fat ass, you sound like a real boring piece of work! It's not exercise's fault you aren't motivated, it's yours for destroying yourself w/ cheese-its!
Shitty Parent is a major fuck up for needing to get stoned to appreciate her child over bar hopping and jacking off!
Your over blown sense of entitlement and self absorbed narcissism is nothing to brag about. You're still inept - you're just to stoned to notice.
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I attended some lectures at last year's event and the speakers stressed the need to mainstream marijuana, to get the majority of Americans comfortable with it. These were followed by an expert who explained how hemp oil had cured cancer in 2 weeks and can almost instantly cure virtually every disease known to man.
I'm all for legalization myself -- it doesn't make any sense to me for pot to be illegal when alcohol is legal, let alone prevent doctors from prescribing it to patients. But you're not going to be very persuasive in mainstreaming it when your leading spokesmen are spouting claims that sound patently absurd to anyone who does not have a religious zeal for all things pot.
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But I do hate weeding. And scrubbing the bathroom. And while I don't have a baby, I'd imagine if I did, I'd be pretty bored, because babies, and the care, feeding and entertainment thereof, are boring.
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Let's compete. Me high, you not. I will take you on in anything, high. Basketball one-on-one, jam rock out, baking, dancing, arithmetic, foot sprint, pull up contest. You name it.
We can video tape the results and post. I'd be interested!
It makes me paranoid and psychotic.
As result, my averssion to pot only adversly effects my social status in the Pacific Nothwest (my peers are bewildered why I keep passing bowl ... I have no conceivable weed hook ups either.)
I will fight for peoples right to partake, so long as they don't marginalize my shitty marijuana experiences.
Individual results may vary!
Fucking Hippies!
thank you pot for giving me the perception that work is 'fun'. oh thank you thank you thank you.
Like I said, smoking pot while gardening or before meeting the wife's family (or my own) is a great idea. So is smoking when hiking or during other outdoor recreations.
But using it as a tool to overcome your preference for bar-hopping and wanking vs. spending time w/ your child??? What the fuck?
You guys are relating with a person who has a boredom conflict with exercising and who's only friends are Cheez-its & Mr. Peanut; and a bar hopping chronic masturbater. Fucking winners!
Your fidelity to any ole positive pot review is disappointing. You guys ever hear that before - that you're disappointing?
I'm not saying people who smoke marijuana are losers, that would be ridiculous , I'm just saying the ones in this contrived Stranger write up are...and most of these sloggers are too.
That's their excuse for smoking it, not because it's fun at work or on a bike ride, but because they're lousy fat ass disappointments to themselves.
Also how could you blame the guy? Did you read his story? Instead of being uninterested by doing silly things his daughter enjoyed, he enjoyed participating. How is that a negative? Hes not getting stoned and ignoring his daughter or letting his girl starve like hundreds of junkie parents have done in the past. No instead hes being a good parent and enjoying, man what an asshole.
@12 you're amazing XD
@27 are you a really mean person or just grouchy today? The article didn't say that pot is for everyone. I recommend that people try it once, but I'm not gonna judge if they don't want to or if it's just not for them, just like I expect not to be judged for my personal choices that don't hurt anyone. Pressure sucks, dude. We're not making you do anything!
But I think it's great that it works for them!
I'm joking around more than anything by picking on these guys.
But as a young parent myself I can blame the guy. I think that people who need to get stoned to appreciate their kids (that is basically what he said he has to do) probably wouldn't recognize their own kid in a lineup of children - not because they're stoners, but because they are too involved with themselves every second of the day to really pay attention to other people's needs.
Don't any of you damn teenagers ever have a sense of selflessness anymore?
After reading the comments I felt I must remind people that those who smoke often are more tolerant to side effects (like paranoia) making it easier to deal with day to day activities high, such as working and exercising. Having no kids, I can't relate to the parenting part but I can imagine it being a blast when playing with your kids.
To this guy 'sall' guy. Eat a dick. But first, pull your head out your ass and read this:
Read your comments again:
"You guys are retards! Smoking pot hasn't improved your lives - it's only improved your perception of your inept qualities.That's their excuse for smoking it, not because it's fun at work or on a bike ride, but because they're lousy fat ass disappointments to themselves." -sall
You don't know everything, you obviously don't know what people think, and you're missing out on life acting like you do.
Sorry, but you sound like the "retard".
In short, pot has helped me deal with these people. Initially my Lutheran upbringing and drug scare programming told me that I was a looser for smoking pot on the job. Now after I've doubled my salary from 40 to 80k a year, and recently took a position on a Caribbean island to dodge the shoddy employment market in Cali, Luther ain't got nothing on me. The Jamaican dirt weed being boated into this country is not as good as the California uberweed I'm used to. But hey, it does the job. So do I, with a smile on my face, these days raking in even more cash since it's tax free here on the island. Thank you Mary Jane.
In short, pot has helped me deal with these people. Initially my Lutheran upbringing and drug scare programming told me that I was a looser for smoking pot on the job. Now after I've doubled my salary from 40 to 80k a year, and recently took a position on a Caribbean island to dodge the shoddy employment market in Cali, Luther ain't got nothing on me. The Jamaican dirt weed being boated into this country is not as good as the California uberweed I'm used to. But hey, it does the job. So do I, with a smile on my face, these days raking in even more cash since it's tax free here on the island. Thank you Mary Jane.
and @18 (and everyone else, really) - my mom had recurring skin cancer on her nose and was facing expensive (and slightly disfiguring) surgery to remove it permanently until she happened to sit down with me while I was watching the Phoenix Tears documentary. She got an ounce from her friend's mom with a medical card, made a TINY amount of extract, put it in some carmex ointment and applied it regularly to a band-aid for about three weeks. It's completely gone.
I smoke regularly, and what I managed to figure out so far is that weed sort of shows to others what you try too hide from the rest of the world. So stuck up people tend to stay that way when high with with the bonus of paranoia, since they tend to over-worry about stuff but mostly about themselves. While naturally relaxed people don't have such problems, and tend to direct their experiences a lot better.
Pot is mind bending but it is your mind that is bending so if you have bad experiences don't blame the drugs, they just open some doors into your mind. People should worry about what sort of things go trough your mind rather then what the weed does to you.
People who just say no are boring and suck ass, but are truely a good example of what not to be or become, a prisoner of your own frustrations and worries, or even worse of other peoples expectations.
smoke on
I was commenting on other comments in that quote; and also kind of pretending to be a gym teacher dick while at the same time pointing out how dependent these people are on pot.
A lot of the sloggers seem to enjoy the shit out of it or need it for medical reasons - I'm on board! Totally on board! But the ones in this write up (some of them) are using it to better their parenting and social skills. Kind of codependent and lame if you ask me.
I think you guys are taking the critiques of this write up a little too hard. So I'm going to stop ragging on it.
People are reading these comments as though they are black or white, either all for or all against marijuana use - with me, that's not the case at all. I think you guys are posing a false dilemma in your reactions to my posts and are being way too hypersensitive on this issue which makes me think you don't really smoke enough pot.
So, in your cases, smoke on....
You're not far from voting a straight republican ticket!
while i agree with you that people should not use pot to make their children tolerable, i don't believe that's what the poster was doing.
"when it comes to the mind-numbing repetition of playtime, a little puff makes the experience not just bearable, but enjoyable. It helps keep me sane—and during the first year of parenthood, sanity tends to be in short supply.
Take my daughter's current obsession with a set of cheap plastic cups. These cups vary in size and color, and she can spend hours having me stack them in the proper order just so she can quickly unstack them. It's a game that never gets boring for her; every time the cups are stacked, it's as if they've been stacked for the very first time. And during these extended sessions of monotony—first green cup, then blue cup, then red cup, then yellow cup, then orange cup, then rinse and repeat—a quick hit of pot can cut through the stress and noise that comes with new parenthood and instead keep me focused, patient, and engaged with my daughter's development."
-jesse
there is a vast difference between a parent who is so uninterested/uncaring about their children that they have to get stoned to treat them right, and a parent who tokes so that play time will be more fun for them, witch usually makes it more fun or the child.
i am not a parent yet (one on the way) but my mom did daycare and for the last three years i have spent nearly every weekend playing with my wife's nieces and nephews. i can tell you from experience that no matter how much i may love the little tykes, it sometimes takes all my patience to not scream out loud when one of them wants to play the 20th round of push-me-on-the-swing-set.
sorry to be so long winded here, and i agree with you on some of your points sall, but i don't think that the poster is one of these parents your where talking about who couldn't pick their kid out of a line up. i am not him so i can't speak for the poster, but i never got the impression from the article that he "need(s) to get stoned to appreciate (his) kids."
"I think that people who need to get stoned to appreciate their kids (that is basically what he said he has to do) probably wouldn't recognize their own kid in a lineup of children"
-sall
anyway thanks all for the great comments and thanks Jesse for the great article!
Also.. regarding the parenting.. can everyone just chill? I mean, I understand that it's a DRUGGGG and all that. But let's take a look at the situation in this case. The writer talks about his little girl playing in a way that she finds enjoyable because lack of experience in life, etc. Obviously, an adult is not NEARLY as entertained by this playing, though.
Now we all know that smokin a little chronic definitely makes boring things seem interesting, so why not apply that here? I mean it's not like he has to hit a joint before he can appreciate his daughter's first steps or anything.. but i can totally understand how stacking cups would be boring otherwise. i really don't see the parenting problem to this, sorry.
As to the child-care issue: would you say someone isn't qualified to look after a child after they'd had a beer? There could be a problem if someone gets overly stoned and an emergency happens; perhaps parents who indulge for child care could be sure the other parent is a "designated driver" at the time. (I too have noticed increased relating with children after a puff. It's nice for both of us.)
As to commenter #53, who won't even open his/her mind to the positive side of what is mostly a positive mind stimulant, he/she is only thinking of the visible overuser rather than the nonvisible responsible smoker that is the norm. Many luminaries throughout history have found cannabis inspirational and our culture has benefited greatly from their work (see http://www.VeryImportantPotheads.com).
That science is discovering we have cannabinoid receptors all over our brains and bodies supports the notion that it really does affect a great many of our human traits. In fact, we seem to have co-evolved with cannabis, and it's insane to prohibit it.
As to the f@#$ing hippies comment, we ended the Vietnam War and the draft. Most of the posters here would be in Iraq against their will right now without the hippies. What has your generation done except go to raves and Burning Man?
And as to those who get paranoid on pot: could it be because it's illegal? The reason to keep talking about it is the injustice of the laws.
An interesting book just came out: Marijuana is SAFER, So why are we driving people to drink? Put that in your pipe and smoke it. http://www.canorml.org/orderform.html#ha…
"And as to those who get paranoid on pot could it be because it's illegal?"
That is the most retarded rational as to why ....
Look, I'm not against ANYONE smoking pot, and yes I tried it ... And aftr my brief boredom cycle, I would slip into the paranoia cycle ... and then my brain would like it was wadded with cotten for a week and a half.
AND PEOPLE FUNCTION LIKE THAT! Fine! There is nothing wrong with people who think it is fun, or it relaxes them etc. etc. Great! But seriously, I'm not going to nark you out or judge you for smoking .... But some of you guys get so baked and narcisistic that you think everyone's body chemistry is the same ... it's ludicrous!
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*Marijuana is currently a schedule 1 narcotic along with heroine and cocaine, which means it has at least one of these few qualities: A. highly addictive and has a risk for abuse, B. No medical benefit or the health risks overshadow any benefit it may have, C. a negative social stigma. Decades of research have shown to debunk ANY claims that A and B are true. Now we need to work on C. Let people come forward, tell their stories on how they integrate marijuana into their life without harm. And let the FDA reschedule this drug once and for all.
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*Marijuana is currently a schedule 1 narcotic along with heroine and cocaine, which means it has at least one of these few qualities: A. highly addictive and has a risk for abuse, B. No medical benefit or the health risks overshadow any benefit it may have, C. a negative social stigma. Decades of research have shown to debunk ANY claims that A and B are true. Now we need to work on C. Let people come forward, tell their stories on how they integrate marijuana into their life without harm. And let the FDA reschedule this drug once and for all.
@54 You think people smoke pot to try to be trendy and hip? How close-minded can you possibly be? It's not some Hello Kitty fad for teenagers trying to be cool. It's an all natural, safe drug to make people feel better, and to make things more fun. I really hope you don't drink alcohol, or take any prescription drugs, because your post would make you a hypocrite. Also, how can you say smoking pot is conforming to a local norm? You're the conformist here, joining up with right-wing conservatives that bash pot and people who use it because they can't control it. You're just a sheep, a blind follower who knows nothing of their outside world. Go out, live a little, try pot. I guarantee you won't find any situation worse while high, and hey, guess what? You won't be destroying any vital organ of your body while you use it, unlike it's legal and more deadly counterpart.
@63: Wonderful observation and information!
As many know, one of the main reasons marijuana was deemed illegal was due to the many uses of hemp. These uses were (are) so practical and economical that already existing companies (ex. paper mills) would have been put out of business. Since these existing companies already had power and money, they were able to persuade government leaders into making marijuana illegal.
Hopefully, these decades of research will be able to overcome the will of the greedy old business man.
If you didn't know, "ear" is the most commonly used phrase among pot smokers. Literally translated...here.
I'm not saying I agree, I think it should be legal, but it would really help the cause if everyone knew all the facts about it, and stop all of their personal speculation.
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Like I said, you're not far from voting a straight republican ticket with that imagination!
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I certainly don't think you're a right-wing fundamentalist for getting bored with it; a lot of my acquaintances over the years reached the same conclusion. And bully for you for not drinking. Still, I wonder how many people actually do engage in these activities for the sake of being interesting, or why one would be any more likely to engage in such for that reason than they would be to consume black coffee or listen to jazz to the same end.
As to suppressing emotions, I'm not convinced that drinking or smoking weed has any more to do with that than does watching television, wearing bright colors, or choosing a satisfying career. We all mitigate reality in whatever way we can to make it palatable. Sure, there times when our canes become crutches, but that's no more subject to objective measure than the number of angels that can fit on the head of a pin.
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I could go on my usual rant in defense of self-absorption; suffice it to say that we'd probably never move out of the house, get jobs, develop tastes or interests, or be interesting lovers without at least a bit of it. It requires moderation, of course, but I, for one, would say that a little toke before playtime is well within reasonable parameters.
@The parent who is brainwashed into thinking they are becoming a better parent by smoking pot: face the issues at hand. If your child playing with cups is too distressing and miserable a situation for you, you probably shouldn't have had the child. That's fuck up number one. Fuck up number two: assuming the child was born under appropriate circumstances, you aren't being present to your relationship with your child. Big mistake. Smoking obviously will alleviate your stress in the short-term, but I encourage you to write a review of this experiment, oh, maybe 10 years from now. Chances are you won't remember anything that meaningful from the relationship with your daughter.
@The quasi-author who thinks pot makes them a real author: Look up the etymology of the term 'pipe dream.'
Maybe, however, this article points to how mundane many of our lives actually are, and how for good or worse, we need to implement some sort of mind altering substance or activity to make it bearable. Let's try and find some new outlet eh? Take control of your life; smoke pot, start a revolution, or go take a freaking hike. Don't just sit and complain about how the status quo sucks.
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if you dont like it, dont do it. i dont like cabbage, so i dont eat it. but i did TRY it to decide if i didnt like it. the freedom to make that choice needs to be there for everybody.
As for any argument about functionality and/or motivation, despite smoking throughout high school and half of college, I've maintained exceptional grades and always been active in other activities as well. I've taken done homework high, given presentations high, and even taken tests high (not that I would recommend any of these). I'm also one of the most motivated and ambitious people I know. I've proven to myself that I can function at a high level while being high -alot-. Michael Phelps showed that even the best athletes in the world can smoke (though I seriously doubt he smokes during the season or tokes before competitions).
As for the idea of having an open mind or affecting the way you think, I believe that these qualities go much deeper than pot can. So people who for whatever reason have a mind more open to new experiences will react a certain way, and those with a more closed mindset or more anxiety or emotional negativity will react differently. In fact, I think everybody will react differently. I think that marijuana slightly alters the way the brain functions in ways that are still not fully understood, and each person's reaction, unlike with a drug like alcohol, has more to do with what's already going on in their heads than the pot they're smoking.
That being said, I'm not a weed apologist or one to think that it's a miracle-drug that will solve all your problems. I'm not qualified to speak on any health benefits/risks, but I know that it can affect situations negatively as well as positively. There have been plenty of times when I was high and wished I wasn't, so that I could think more clearly, calm social anxieties better, or not have to worry about being detected. But like each person's personal reaction depends on their own mindset, I've found that my mindset, whether I'm stressed, relaxed, anxious, upset, affects completely the way that I react.
I've also had a couple of important realizations about myself, my life, and the way I want to live it while high. These are realizations that have stuck with me past the time I was high and that continue to influence my life. On the other hand, I've been convinced of a lot of bullshit thoughts while high.
I guess I'm somewhere between those who think weed enhances everything in the universe and offers eternal wisdom and those who think it turns people into nonfunctional idiots or psychopaths. I do know that not seeing things in terms of "right-wing conservative closed-minded tightwad" and "loser slacker stoner" aren't going to advance anybody's thinking.
Gardening and housework a joy while under the influence of the lovely herb!
Obviously, this issue could easily be resolved by legalizing pot--which is certainly no more harmful than cigarettes or alcohol--but until that time, the writers at The Stranger seem to be intelligent folks--aren't they at all concerned about this side of the issue?
Oh, or all they all growing pot in their green houses?
the weed that i buy (actually bought, i'm on probation for possession right now) is all locally grown. from the growers, it goes through my friend's supplier that i introduced him to, then on to my friend and then to the consumers. so there is one person involved in the process that i don't know, and he certainly isn't parading around the city in a black SUV shooting AK's at innocent civilians, then paying off the press and government to act like nothing happened. if i were to do cocaine or meth, yeah that might be the case as those are very highly profitable drugs that mexicans are good at producing, but i don't support cartel activities, and i don't support the drugs that they supply.
furthermore, i have started growing a small personal crop for myself, so unless i sleepwalk and am flying to mexico every night to team up with the cartels and kill civilians, i am almost completely sure that my weed is conflict free.
Fact: The same drug can and will have different effects on different people. This applies to all drugs, including OTC.
Fact: Pot is significantly less harmful than alcohol and has not been proven to be chemically addictive. It can, however, be seriously abused through psychological addiction, and can in that manner ruin lives.
Fact: It is only a matter of time before pot is legalized in the US. This will not happen under Obama. He is not so stupid as to associate the first black presidency with pot legalization.
Fact: Most users of pot are, like myself, casual and occasional users. Most I have met in this group are smart enough not to fall for either the pothead line (pot as panacea) or the prohibition line (pot as a great evil), and are annoyed by both.
Final and Overall Fact: Just about everything to do with marijuana is far more complex than the zealots on either side would have you believe.
Stoned or sober, don't forget to think, kids.
"I'm tired of it so don't do it?" Seriously??? What else can the rest of the world not do because you're not interested or you had a bad experience? You don't like it, move along, like you do with tv, the radio, or idiot stoners.
@ 74 aka sohigh_notfat, I'm glad you do what you want, so long as it doesn't hurt anyone else. Did I say you shouldn't? You still manipulated my sentences, which is, not cool.
The most amazing thing about pot that I do not hear articulated enough- it relaxes the ego (the gateway to consciousness that chooses what we perceive and how), so it is literally a mind-opener. That is not hippie talk, it is the truth. Your perception broadens in a very beneficial way and it activates the imagination in amazing ways. The more high you get the more your habits of behavior and perception drift away. Which feels awkward when conducting everyday business, or maybe at a party (if you're feeling insecure) but really, our dysfunctional society should not be experienced as the fundamental, intimidating context of our daily lives anyway. Many people who have tried but have quit pot are uncomfortable with it because they are uncomfortable with studying themselves. And there is nothing like studying yourself high on a psychedelic (psychedelic means "mind manifesting"!!). Psychedelics force you to re-think everything inside and outside of yourself because everything seems more questionable, in that you are actually feeling that reality is not what it has seemed to be according to your now deflated ego. That is a GOOD thing in a society that is full of and celebrates egomaniacs, people who are hard-headed yet think they know so much. More people need to shut up and admit that they don't know themselves or their reality as much as they'd like to think. When high and the ego is relaxed reality doesn't seem so concrete anymore because everything "in reality" IS a timeless, infinite, interconnected process of energy. Intelligence is not dulled by this drug, it has simply shifted. To a state of mind that is shamed by scared, cold people who live to reinforce the structure of our bullshit dysfunctional society.
I'll also argue that art, music, chores, otherwise boring jobs and so many other things are more enjoyable, more appreciated on pot because of this same overall shift in perception. I have found that when closing up at work in my restaurant's kitchen, when I'm sober I'm thinking, this sucks and this is filthy, and I still have more cleaning to do. I can't wait to get out of here to have a relieving drink or 2, or 7. When I'm high on pot, even just 1 hit, I will instead be drawing creative analogies between my work chores and other things going on in life, and working more synergetically, and it becomes an exercise in working harmony into my life (job isn't a boring drag anymore), and all sorts of little things around me inspire creative ideas that sometimes do come to life later. Abstract, nameless concepts and things pour in. The music I'm listening seems to be working in cycles, not so much in a linear progression. While mopping, as I'm thinking of someone who really pissed me off the other day, I realize I'm not so mad anymore and I want to understand this person and be diplomatic next time I see them, not bitch them out or try to make them feel worse. And I'm sure not thinking about how much I'd like to throw back some drinks once I'm off shift. Fuck that, I'm going home to watch a documentary about the earth's fluxuating magnetic fields, with a bunch of healthy food with texture and flavor that does not seem so bland anymore.
I ask, these are BAD things to experience??
it seems to me that the mentality that many of these anti-smoker comments share--somehow missing the most likely humorous intent and jumping to the bizarre conclusion that this article is somehow aiming to convert them or convince them to start smoking and then attacking the paper and its readers based on that assumption--is extremely... well, self-absorbed and paranoid.
so either they are secretly high or it is not the pot...
in my twenty years of smoking i have observed that pot does not necessarily make people self-absorbed or paranoid. it just makes them more self-aware, and that is not always a comfortable situation.
I think it seems clear that there is a difference between people's opinions on marijuana and this dull article.
Tell that to my boyfriend, who remains sober for my stoned activity of choice.








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