Sunday, March 18, 2012

Blame it on Weed

Smoking pot for almost a decade, I journey through colorful encounters among crowds, family and folks that care most about me, while am acting defensively in the vicinity of dating Mary Jane.

The birth of marijuana in my life was of pure recreational custom, with an excuse of working in the service sectors, bartering the variance of personalities on habitual seating's, witty amusement, delightful insanity; revelations of stress, absence of sleep, a lifestyle out of shape in body, nearly in soul.

Smoking pot to me is aligned with attitude and character, and I have always attached smoking marijuana to my positive thinking. unlike alcohol devotion, which used to arise in pursuit of adverseness and emotions, assembling me aggressively towards solving my mysteries, bringing me to dire ends.

Flammable liquids, flustering feelings, feeling slumber, for a while...

I always believed that my life is fostered in mist, even though my first puff of the magic dragon felt awe-inspiring, almost indicating the kick of comprehension, with whims of an awaken moment…Oh! I felt at ease, tickling my mind with dreamy thoughts, energized and horny in adolescence . That day, I forsake my voluntary madness! no more of those dry morning throats; hangovers, mewling, puking, like a baby... 'Drunk on breast milk'. 

As I force myself to the discovery of feelings, becoming more, at peace with myself, and many others! Satisfied, with stress levels pronounced dead, I didn’t know why at first 'It just happened!' and as I continue to blaze, I endure kissing more skies. I anchor down, review my life in a series of mental movies, beginning with cataloged attitudes before organizing thoughts, accommodating issues surrounding my life; Reflections and self-reflections , nothing more!  only to conceive pessimism, only to consider happening reasons, for a reason! it didn't matter, there are always more doors to be wide open...

I realize that many things we usually enjoy can sound, look, taste and feel better once we're stoned, this realization is usually confused by comparing it to terms of illusion, but that is absolutely a misconception. Yes, it does take the edge of approached issues, after I smoke my way in, but only because I take note of the simple things I am blessed to enjoy from within and around!       

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