Oh for heaven's sakes, it's not like we don't all know we're the next wave of hippies. I'll spill.
I started smoking weed when I was around 14, because my doctor told my mother that we needed to something, anything, so that I could eat. I was chronically ill with untreatable ulcerative colitis, and I had diarrhea so bad most of the time that I couldn't maintain a normal weight. I also had a really bad aversion to food, because eating caused a lot of servere cramping pain.
So I started rocking the ganga. I smoke once in a while still, but not often -- less than once every 6 months for the past few years. I've found that as I've gotten older, I don't like being out of my head on weed so much. I prefer the mental states induced by meditation, exercise, and (please keep this classy, people) bdsm (sub-space, which is a sort of endorphin high).
But I still think that mj ought to be legalized... everywhere. It's no worse than alcohol as a rec drug.
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