The Infernal Debate of Weed:
Assume for a moment that all the negative ‘side-effects’ of habitual marijuana usage don’t apply to you. You aren’t forgetful, socially awkward, you don’t pig out on junk food and you manage to keep your friends, your sleep, your motivation, and your boners.
This is the life I lead. I’ve been a habitual weed smoker for six years. There have been brief periods (usually vacations) where I’ve been separated from my medicine of choice for a week or so, but other than these annual soirees, I’ve been smoking weed every single day. What are the consequences of my habit?
Admittedly my memory is somewhat shittier than it used to be, but it’s infinitely difficult to discern whether this is a part of aging or marijuana usage. Either way, it’s immeasurable and inconsequential. My lungs have taken a minor beating, but I don’t smoke cigarettes, and to this date there has never been a single recorded instance of lung cancer and emphysema from marijuana usage. So my health is not in question. However, there are certainly tradeoffs. For every five times I find myself creatively inspired from getting high (ahem), I have on average, one panic attack. But in reality, I have far less instances of both. What else has suffered? Well, in short, real life suffers.
And this is the infernal debate of weed: if everything is more fun when you’re high, why not be high all the time? And the most logically sound response, ignoring all potential minor side-effects, is such: Being high all the time is dishonest.
Imagine this construct: You have a magic button you can press, at any time, that almost instantaneously makes everything more fun, and everything less boring. Is this a button you would want to have?
Because that’s what marijuana is, basically. It makes everything I do almost immediately more enjoyable, and not only that, it makes things that are usually NOT enjoyable a real ball of a time. So what’s the problem?
The issue is this deep yearning desire for honesty in life. This genuine pull we have towards being sincere and true, as if inebriation of any sort implies a loss of all integrity. And honestly, fuck that bullshit. Life is short, fast, and temporary. Have you ever sat and truly attempted to understand death? How deep of an emptiness that is? Complete silence, the mind and body. For eternity.
And if it takes a few harmless pulls to tap into a deeper well of pleasure for the brief period of time that we’re gifted to experience feeling and color, why not?
Yet for some reason, I still feel dirty. Like I’ve done something wrong. Like I’m a coward.
The infernal debate.
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- Artist: Cyril Hahn
- Track: Open ft. Ryan Ashley
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