For the purposes of this essay, I’m going to remain anonymous. Regardless, the only thing you need to know about me is that I’m a rising sophomore at a top 20 university, and by the definition of doctors and my dad, I’m addicted to marijuana. That glorious emerald flower that’s been with me through some of life’s best and worst experiences.
I, contrary to what some like Aaron Sorkin might think–http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEyUWKJFER8—represent a new generation, one that was barely out of kindergarten when the Twin Towers fell, one that has quite literally grown up with war. With the internet, too, we have been given a global perspective unlike that of any generation before us. I am smart, innovative, and I am driven with a desire to not only achieve personal success, but also to leave the world better than I found it.
So why the fuck can’t I smoke weed?
I smoke every day, I have even sold weed from time to time. But I also have multiple jobs and a future ahead of me. I’m smart about being stupid. And I can tell you one thing, me blazing isn’t fucking affecting you or anyone else. I’m going to be rich because I tell myself I’m going to be rich. And I’m still going to smoke. You know why? Because I’m more likely to find happiness there than with money. Smoking brings laughter and happiness; it fosters friendships. Not brain damage, laziness, and stupidity. If you’re a lazy dropout it’s not because of the weed, it’s because you’re an idiot. I’m going to be rich because of what drives me: the thought that I’m going to be able to help not just myself and my family, but many of those around me as well. Global fucking perspective.
But I will offer a word of caution. Three years of (very) consistent smoking the good stuff has made me wise enough to say that it is quite difficult to stop. It is a ‘drug’ that brings creativity and good times, but when it’s gone, it takes away your sleep and your appetite, at least for a couple weeks. In other words, just like any other drug, though it may be a much milder withdrawal in comparison, quitting sucks. I can’t tell you how often to smoke, but I can tell you this: marijuana “addiction” can make the good times better, but it can also make the bad times worse.
Everything in moderation, see you at the top.