Quote Originally Posted by pixel
heres a little food for thought man

what if you were to die? what if you ceased to exist instantly... would you know about it? probably not.

i don't know if i'm strange or something because i wouldn't mind dying all that much.

your problem is that you're thinking about it too much. you need to relax, and every time you get the urge to check your pulse, remember that your body gave you that urge so you know you are alive just from that.

also, weed has a tendency to heighten any psychological disorders a user may already have (i've experienced it with my OCD, sucks a lot) so if you can't seem to control this, consider other things you may be taking, your general mood and outlook on life, and most importantly, what made you that way.

you must know your history to know yourself.

i have had a few psychological problems that i have cured using weed. i sit in my room smoking and i use my memory to take my problems to their root, way back when i think i first got them. i consider to myself how i got them, and why they have lingered in me so long.

this is the way i believe weed should be used, in my opinion it is not a drug to just get fucked up on.

what people do not seem to realize is that your mind IS YOUR BODY, it has complete control over it. your mind is a lot more powerful than the body, and you need to learn to control it. it takes some time, but if you think about it too much you're really screwing yourself. it's very simple, you tell yourself you aren't going to check your pulse anymore or worry about death and live life as it comes to you, and then you go out and you do just that. think about that a bit
I gotta try doing that sometime...I have a...well, not disorder, but weird quirk...about me that makes it so I can...not...fucking...hurt...people. Not even people I hate (physically). I mean, I can be a very cruel, manipulative, persuasive person, but I can't really hurt someone else. In Tae Kwon Do (Korean style of martial arts), I would lose at sparring and get my ass kicked, even though I -know- I'm an okay sparring partner. In Football, I'd always be holding back.