At the time I had friends that I felt very close to and we went to a cave and decided to smoke together for our first time(with the exception of one guy, he was pretty seasoned). So we did, it was ok, but I kept seeing them go in odd directions with their lives becoming flaky and just letting weed take precedence over more important things, so I kept on toking with them to keep the friendship. Then I went through an episode and stopped smoking for about 4 or 5 months. Our friendships have since fell slowly apart. However I have become amazing friends with one guy I know who doesn't smoke since all this took place, and I have also since started toking again, knowing that some people let it absorb them and some people don;t and I happened to be one who doesn't let it become something more than it is(oh and my mom is completely cool with it because she has actually seen my ambition go up.)

Long story and a bit off topic, but i think to understand the reason why i first toked you have to know the whole bit.