Gothen
08-30-2007, 04:31 AM
So, I'm sitting here stoned, as well I should be, as I've been working hard these past 3 hours. You see, I just got done writing 4 pages of notes (2 back to back) about the beginnings of sociology as a study guide for a test tomorrow in Sociology and then doing 20 questions in math, then taking a 35 question pre-test for an actual test tomorrow in class.
So, I'm sitting here stoned, and it dawned on me just how crazy this thing called "maturity" is; but, I mean that in two way: not just the ordinary maturity that comes with age, but also the maturity that comes with being a cannabis smoker for just under 4 years.
When I was 14, I thought I was as mature as I would ever be; that I could never be any more mature because nothing, especially myself, would ever change. These past few months I've been realizing just how wrong I was. At the tender age of 20, I am beginning to see just how much people really do change in such short periods of time (counting years as short periods).
And to end this short little speech, when I first started smoking, and probably the first 2 years I smoked, I always used to think how "cool" it was to be able to smoke, or to smoke; I used to think I was cool, though please believe me I didn't smoke to BE cool ( I am no such sad stereotype ), but it was cool being around my friends, anywhere from 2-20 of us just sitting around toking. I used to think it was a defiant act that made me stand out, that made me different. Now I realize smoking is not something to flaunt at the world, to let everyone know I smoke with weed shirts or rasta beanies...what now sets me apart is my ability to smoke, and to "blend in" while being able to truly stand out in my head.
PEACE TO ALL, AND HIT THAT JOINT/BONG/BOWL/BLUNT!!
So, I'm sitting here stoned, and it dawned on me just how crazy this thing called "maturity" is; but, I mean that in two way: not just the ordinary maturity that comes with age, but also the maturity that comes with being a cannabis smoker for just under 4 years.
When I was 14, I thought I was as mature as I would ever be; that I could never be any more mature because nothing, especially myself, would ever change. These past few months I've been realizing just how wrong I was. At the tender age of 20, I am beginning to see just how much people really do change in such short periods of time (counting years as short periods).
And to end this short little speech, when I first started smoking, and probably the first 2 years I smoked, I always used to think how "cool" it was to be able to smoke, or to smoke; I used to think I was cool, though please believe me I didn't smoke to BE cool ( I am no such sad stereotype ), but it was cool being around my friends, anywhere from 2-20 of us just sitting around toking. I used to think it was a defiant act that made me stand out, that made me different. Now I realize smoking is not something to flaunt at the world, to let everyone know I smoke with weed shirts or rasta beanies...what now sets me apart is my ability to smoke, and to "blend in" while being able to truly stand out in my head.
PEACE TO ALL, AND HIT THAT JOINT/BONG/BOWL/BLUNT!!