There are different ways to combat seasonal depression. Some of my Stranger colleagues go on afternoon runs. My boss lifts weights. Those are great options, but I prefer my activities to be less active. Busy days of #resisting make me want to do one thing: submit. So this winter, I’ve committed to getting blazed, giving in to my despair, and taking long walks through Seattle’s rainy grayness.
I gotta say: It’s refreshing.
Have you ever spent 15 minutes pondering a wet baby toy stuck in a tree? Or found three dirty socks behind a Fred Meyer to be particularly relatable? I have, but that’s because I’m committed to taking walks while high. And even though our teetotaler-in-chief wishes young Americans could know “the blessings of a drug-free life,” I believe we could all appreciate Seattle’s wintertime hellscape a little more if we explored it with dope.
