It is a sad day for me today, no one died and I didn’t get evicted, but I’ve decided it’s time to stop smoking pot.  On special occassions maybe, but I can’t have it in my home anymore. 

I am a huge advocate of legalizing marijuana, BUT I also recognize that it is not the wonder drug that I thought it was when I was younger.  I’m not that old now, but I’ve smoked a lot of pot for a long time- as part of my scientific research for this post, of course.   One thing about pot is that it intensifies your ordinary habits and traits.  My ordinary habits happen to be overeating, watching tv, sleeping, and smoking cigarettes and my personal traits happen to be laziness, antisocial-ness?, and anxiety.  So if my theory about pot intensifying how you are naturally, you can imagine what a bundle of fun I am when I’m high.  So, I figure it’s probably not beneficial for ME to smoke.

My husband, on the other hand, is naturally inclined to exercise, read, and play sports.  So for HIM, getting high is a good thing.  He reads for hours and he plays soccer, and he doesn’t sit at the computer and eat a whole bag of Doritos (like his better half).  So he doesn’t see a reason to not smoke.  He does, however, become boring (to people living outside his head) and antisocial- so maybe he isn’t so perfect after all.

But back to me… he can write his own Pot Story.  But I am quitting… because it really doesn’t do anything for me.  Sure Cypress Hill and Snoop Dogg and Bob Marley make it seem like this magical experience, and when I don’t have it around getting high seems like the best thing in the world.  I like the idea and the ritual of getting high, but I am now smart enough to realize that I am not a good candidate for it. 

 Sorry Snoop, this time I’ll have to pass.

I enjoy going outside, socializing, learning new things, and bettering myself, and since pot does not help me do any of these things, I am giving it up.  The past year or so it has only cost me money, extra pounds, wasted time, and paranoid “run-ins” (or fear of run-ins) with the law. 

So, while I still support legalizing it, I myself am going to have to stop using it.  I am a person who needs motivation, not sedation, and while I can think of a number of people who could probably use a good dose, I never seem to benefit. 

So today, October 15th, 2007, I officially quit smoking pot.  There is  still quite a bit in the house… but I’ll let my husband have it, because he can apparently function better than I can when it’s around.