Another Day…
Wasted. By me. Accepting this shit covenant I have unwillingly entered into…
Through this vague assertion I want to portray this idea:
The idea that I can’t even purchase a single dubsac without first having to mull over all of the ins and outs and consequences that are ultimately tied to my decision whether or not to smoke this naturally occurring plant! Are we seriously prepared to face the consequences that were imposed by a generation eons before our time?
A resounding NO continues to reverberate throughout this eternity. Although it is possible that I could apologize for not agreeing with this nation’s ideals from 80 years ago or more, the fact is I’m not sorry. These rules that were imposed decades past have resulted in me, in this person, in this post, in this community mindset, and this idea that we don’t need them to watch over us anymore. Any extra stipulations and policing that have been imposed in order to get us to think like they do just destroys any sense of community we might still have, that sense of community they think they’re upholding. Now is the time to start making our own decisions…
and We have decided marijuana is not bad.
The facts are there, not to mention a disproportionately massive side of The People who absolutely don’t give a fuck what another person does, or smokes, within the confines of their own home. So shouldn’t this decision be based on the common want or need of the people? Such as, I want to unwind after a long day sans hangover, or, I need the taxes I pay to go to schools for my children and not to a system that imprisons men for the possession of a roach.
Why then, is my voice, our voice, not being heard on this matter, why are so many blind eyes toward what is morally good in this world, instead of upon the handful of fundamentalists who continue to regurgitate spoon-fed conservative indoctrination at us without actually meeting on any level, intelligent playing field?
I say we create our own game just like they did, our proverbial “Home Court” where we can come together and reform the idea of what a pot smoker is. Maybe he’s a bank teller, or she drives school bus, maybe she’s a doctor or he is a teacher. We can no longer let the blurry stereotypical lines of race or socioeconomic standing box us in any longer.
The guilt they impose is as faulty as the laws they expect us to follow. We smoke because we all know in some deep rooted recesses of our psyche that what we have been told up to this point is wrong. Rather than just waste Another Day with our minor civil disobedience, isn’t it time to open the door and let the smoke start billowing out?
–silverquim
Well put.
Before I divulge into my response, I want to make two things clear. A disclosure if you will.
1) I don’t care what people do in their own home, on their own time or what they don’t do… TO AN EXTENT.
I do take into consideration certain things that may seem unfair to judge people on. Like drugs… when a friendship is nigh.
2) This is in no way an attack on you. This is my opinion only. Just as you feel so strongly about governmental acceptance of your hobby, I feel that it
should be less celebrated and glamorized.
What I get from reading your post are a few things:
You feel as though your guilt is derived from the negativity that the government has stamped on weed and not by your own morals.
That you feel bad for illegally buying and using a substance ONLY because someone else says you should? Isn’t that… in and of itself
untrue to yourself? Why feel a certain way because someone wants you to? I would be inclined to believe that your guilt is a
manifestation of your own subconscious feelings towards what you are doing.
Do you honestly feel as though weed betters you? That it makes you into something greater than you are sober?
Tell me – other than offer you temporary relief (That I’m guessing you can’t seem to find elsewhere) what does weed do for you personally
that you feel is justifiable means to make the government and people change their negative perspectives?
After you get high, does the guilt still linger with you? Or does it slowly weigh in on you like waking up next to an ugly one night stand? =P
You feel as though weed brings people together and that the government is (in a way) pulling people apart.
What exactly does weed do that brings people together? I guess, I’m just lost on exactly how it is so amazing.
And please indulge me on how weed is paramount to other forms of community? You make it sound like a sewing circle. A weekly meeting
of friends to laugh and get delusional with. My point is, there are an abundance of other options out there for you to relax with.
At the end of your article, you make it seem as though the only reason you smoke is because you’re told not to.
How is that satisfying?
I’m not one to love the government. Sure – I adhere to almost every law. I don’t do it with a smile, but I don’t really mind staying in line.
I believe that every person is a great person. I also believe that you don’t need various substances to feel relaxed, good about yourself, or tolerable to
others.
I’m guessing you’re a great person and this ominous feeling is just you ignoring yourself when you know you shouldn’t rape your wallet for that little bag of guilt.
That you shouldn’t light up in shame and feel the need to blog about how you feel.
But again, this is just how I feel.
Sorry if I offended.
These are the comments I yearn for, something on that level intelligent playing field, being offended over a comment on the internet is retarded.
First off, I would only hope that my guilt is more personal than something I feel is superimposed by an authoritative government.
And secondly I would hope to try to convey more confusion over the subject rather than representing one side or the other. The stuff is still illegal no doubt about that, I would only like to question why we still like to indulge the biases of men that created the laws decades ago.
What I believe the government’s role is(should be): is to set up a system of moral and ethical responsibilities that every citizen should adhere too. However, picking and choosing the substances we can and cannot indulge in seems to be over stepping their boundaries, i.e. alcohol or cigarettes vs THC.
To understand more fully why I, like many other young adults rely on this substance as some sort of release from their firstworldproblems, we would have to understand the ubiquity of marijuana it self, since the substance has not had the best rapport in the history books it’s hard to see that marijuana has accompanied humans for a very long timeline. in so many different culture and so many different view points, although the most often occurring view points are from young adults such as myself. That being said, am I allowed to fall back on some genetic predisposition for my “hobby?” Or is my smoking truly a moral problem that I should solve by meditation or other relaxation techniques. And if it truly is a moral problem whose set of rules are we abiding by here?
And further more, which social construction does my guilt fall under? In other words, is the guilt I or others feel just a figment of our collective imagination? If so, why do we all sit around and partake in a circle, of peace.
man.