Gunnbjorn
Formerly known as Arillious
I will never ever try to convince anyone to smoke, but this brings up an interesting story about me that I feel inclined to share. I find it that some people's perspectives can change over time. I'm not sure how old you are, and I'll be respectful enough not to ask. But when I was wittle Freshman in High School just 2 years ago, I was always like, "I will never ever never smoke or drink in my entire life never." To me, all things were bad, and I was an angel, and will therefore do no bad things.
I still refuse to drink, I've done so before and hated it, and I continue to question the motives of my peers. I don't know about anywhere else, but my generation over in Massachusetts deem it necessary to get blackout drunk in order to have a good time at parties. I don't see the point, you sweat, slur, can't walk, and you throw up everything you ever ate the morning after, oh, and you can't remember all the "fun" you had.
Obviously media and all that crap was what made me believe weed is so bad at first. My parents never really gave a drug/alcohol conversation because I never gave them a reason to. My sophomore year of High School all of the students in my grade were to take a mandatory drug and alcohol seminar with this older dude who was previously a cocaine addict. Everyone was dreading this as it took up our lunch period a couple of days a week for 2 weeks but he was a fluffing awesome guy. He taught us every basic thing one could know about different drugs. He had a policy that he made the school sign that he was to never give out any information any student ever shared in the class, and after a few quick days of getting comfortable all of these people in my class began to talk about the drugs and alcohol they have used and their experience with them. With us being in High School, the popular drug was weed, with some dabbling around with perks. Man was I surprised that there were some brilliant kids in the national honor society and who took AP courses that smoked weed on the regular.
Anyways, after sharing these the whole class instantly became a whole discussion around whether weed was good or bad, and whether it deserved to be included in the same category as cocaine, heroin, and salvia. A lot of people began to share their thoughts and their beliefs on the title that the media and government put on weed (a "gateway drug") and the guy never argued with anyone, all he did was say whether the facts anyone stated were true or false.
The seminar was great, the best I'll probably ever experience. However I don't want to say that it was the reason why I started smoking. However, it is reason that I today always research and look up anything and everything I ever have questions about, whether it be drugs or anything else. So that I never look like an idiot and ranting about things that are simply not true.
I still didn't smoke weed for a long while after that, I did however suddenly become "The Guardian of Stoners" (as I liked to call myself, in my mind). Whenever somebody were to ever begin to go off on how marijuana was evil and terrible and was a gateway drug, I would always step in and correct there ignorance and shine a new light in hopes of giving them a good perspective.
My three best friends were great athletes and great students. However they were also the biggest stoners in my tonw. Two of them went to the public school in my town, who were both sold, and my best friend goes to the same catholic private school as me, who would later sell. They had definitely been pressuring me to try it for a long long time, for years, actually. I never did it, as much as I knew about it, I would be so self conscious about how people would label me, and especially how my parents would, and how they would act if ever they were to find out I ever tried to smoke, even once.
Well, I eventually did, and I loved it. And I have been doing it ever since. I did it very sneakily at first, but eventually sat my mother and my step-father down and told them how it is. They even shared their experiences with it when they were in high school, and I continued to bombard them with facts thinking they would end the conversation by condoning me from doing it anymore. But they didn't. They knew that many high schoolers experienced with it, and as much as they would rather me not do it, they think I'm mature enough to know my limits with it. They only promised that I continued to keep my grades up and if I were ever in a situation in which it would be unsafe for anybody to drive, no matter where we were and what time it was, I was to call them. That was it. I haven't broken those two rules, I never smoke on school nights because that's stupid (however, over April break I smoked like a chimney
).Wow, that was long, but it feels good to share experiences. My main point I was trying to get at which I mentioned before was that a perspectives change, with anything. You may think one thing one time and maybe another thing the next. I completely respect and agree with your opinion, it's not you. You're not about that, and that's fine. I just hope that you don't look at anybody who does do it with a stink eye, as if they're doing something wrong by doing it. I've always been a person who was more comfortable with a smaller group of friends hanging out rather than a large group. Because of this I started my college search focusing around a smaller environment to fit my comfort zone. I visited a lot of Colleges over the vacation (visited during the day, smoked at night
) and there was one College that was one of the biggest in Massachusetts, and was known for it's large parties. Holding 22,000 people, I was going in very skeptical. But I fell in love with it. It holds the majors I'm interested in pursuing as a career, and it completely changed my perspective. I already know where I want to go for College now!Aww jeez, I feel really wierd posting all this... but whatever. Hope somebody maybe gets something out of this.
