Marijuana: Classic or Dud?

and obviously being in the hot sun with a great big spliff and a few beers+some music is paradise.

This is surprising. It makes me much more comfortable socially. Not as comfortable as alcohol, but it's way better than being sober. When I'm sober and thrust into social situations (parties, mostly) I typically want to run away screaming. Pot makes it easier for me to veg out against a wall and examine the people around me; makes me feel less self-concious. (I understand it's the total opposite in many people, though.)

yeah, it's so unfortunate. if i can't handle marijuana, i can't really handle much else. i've been shut out of almost the entire wonderful world of drugs.

and it's not that i hate god as a result of smoking, it's that i start to feel like i'm dying and think, 'maybe if i had gone to church and behaved myself...' which is very strange and uncomfortable because it's not the same kind of dying feelings i've experienced from depression, where i never think of god at all.

but honestly, i like LSD way more than I like pot, and THAT is a problem.

I've never really had much of a problem with this.

Marijuana culture -- duddiest of duds.

Might I add:

Bob Marley = amazingly, incredibly classic.
stoners who listen to Bob Marley almost to the exclusion of all else = buffoons.

Being stoned in public freaked me out for years. But at some point that changed, and I got to really enjoy being stoned in crowds, at bars, concerts, in long one-on-one conversations, whatever. Being comfortable stoned in social situations gave me a weird kind of confidence -- like, if I can be stoned and still be comfortable despite the self-consciousness, then being comfortable when I'm straight is a breeze. That said, after smoking with renewed interest for several years in my late 20s and early 30s, I've kind of tailed of for various circumstantial reasons.

The last time I smoked was at my dad's 60th birthday party. I shared a pipe with him, his cousin, my aunt, my little brother and my little brother's girlfriend. Family bonging. It was sweet.

-- Je4nne ƒury (jeanneƒur...), November 14th, 2004.

surprised no one has addressed this. i don't doubt that pot affected your uncle's mind but i've never heard of any sort of altered DNA effect except from those ridiculous teen-scare films they showed in high school. and plenty of non-potheads have children with l.d.

weed + Loveless = nakedness = saturday night, and it was GOOOOOOOOD. but i know what you mean - its a knife-edge thing, and i hate when i'm so stoned that i become a less-than-entirely-attentive lover. but saturday was *perfect*.

wrt weed easing anxiety, i certainly prefer it to booze, which messes with my mood... but with weed, when i'm being social, i'm conscious that i'm kinda dopey, and in the wrong company that can make me anxious... but i still retain a clarity that booze usually robs me of, so by the end of the night everyone's loopy from booze and will feel shit the next day, but i'll be feeling fine.

"it tastes like shit and it makes you cough, and it's the fucking rubber in it that gets you off"

surprised no one has addressed this. i don't doubt that pot affected your uncle's mind but i've never heard of any sort of altered DNA effect except from those ridiculous teen-scare films they showed in high school. and plenty of non-potheads have children with l.d.

thai stick OTM. The altered DNA/pot connection is a myth. Though there is some evidence that pot smoking can interfere w/male reporductive system (in the same way that cig smoking does). And apart from dyslexia (which isn't associated w/ speech delay) there is scant evidence of a genetic basis for learning disabilities at least those on the autism spectrum.

In answer to the question: classic, as long as it's not a wake-up, skin-up habit. Christ only knows how I got through my first year at university. Classic for: beer substitute while watching TV, sex, computer games, putting yourself to sleep, attending parties last Saturday with crazy northern Irish lads who are doing their best to prove that stereotypes do exist.
Dud: for sapping motivation and hiding from your life.