After three years of smoking weed somewhat regularly, I have come to the conclusion that marijuana blinded me from what was truly important in my life.
Weed was everything to me. Not only did I love the way pot made me feel, I was also obsessed with the marijuana culture. I was convinced that marijuana was meant to be and only brought positive things for man kind.
I was convinced that the world was better while I was stoned... in fact, I spent lots of time researching marijuana on the internet and passing on clinical studies to classmates of mine that were "anti-weed." Not only did I look forward to being high, I loved the whole concept of buying a sack of weed, analyzing the most dense nugs, and packing a bowl to my hearts content. Weed seemed to make things right.
Not until I began to fail to understand fairly simple concepts in the classroom did I begin to question whether or not my weed habit was productive or counter-productive. I took a week long break and analyzed different aspects of my life. I had become less confident, less social (not while high), and my intellect had been dulled (perhaps permanently). The time I spent with my circle of closest friends was spent primarily on finding weed and getting stoned. I realized that I spent so much time sneaking around getting high with my friends that I was slowly drifting away from my parents. Weed, I finally realized, was holding me back in life. It was time to move forward. I decided to make major change in my life and began to rebuild everything that I once prided myself on. My weed- free life was me feeling better than I have in three years. I am proud to be marijuana free and dependent on nothing but my friends and family.
I have been sober since yesterday.
