I used to smoke every day. I tended to go in spurts though. I'd smoke every day for 4 months straight, then I'd stop for 2 months. Smoke 3 months straight, stop for 4... etc. Basically it was just because availability and work. I went through a few different dealers and had a few dry spells, and whenever I moved around at work I'd take a break (they *usually* test whenever you change positions).
I only would smoke once a day--always after work and never before anything "important." Usually by myself (during the week) or with a few friends (on the weekend).
Really, I stopped because I lost contact with all my dealers. But, even when I smoked I had a love/hate relationship with it. I loved the effects (I still do), but hated how it made me act. And I don't just mean when I was under the influence. Even sober, when I smoked every day I just acted different. I also didn't like that for an entire day all I would think about was smoking weed. I was spending 21 hours a day waiting and looking forward to 3 simple hours where I essentially shut off all connection to the "real" world. Granted, I may have smoked more than most people here... because at least when alone, I almost always would smoke to the point of being literally unable to smoke anymore--that's generally how I knew I had enough.
I never understood why I liked it so much either, and that bothered me. I made several videos recording myself stoned and trying to explain (while stoned) what I really enjoyed about it. Ultimately, these videos disgusted me yet I continued to smoke. Once I finally ran out and had no alternative source, I stopped for good (well, for a over a year so far). I craved it like crazy at first, but for the most part I no longer have any interest in smoking. I still have trouble figuring out why it was so "addictive" to me (obviously not physically).
But, I look at it as a "pleasure." Pleasure is different than happiness, and pleasure does not necessarily lead to happiness. Weed is a pleasure I couldn't help but overindulge in. Just like overindulging on cake, it wasn't good for me. But you can easily argue that a single rare piece of cake will do no harm...
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