koan
09-01-2008, 06:22 PM
30 was the landmark year that I was going to quit smoking. Or at least that was what I told myself all throughout my twenties. A couple of months away from my 31st birthday, I look back and realize that I've spent the last 12 years completely high nearly all the time, every day. I don't even want to consider the cumulative financial drainage.
Some evaluative time (stoned of course) has made me realize that I am not the same person I used to be. I avoid people and resent being made to "do things" that require deviating from my schedule of getting high. I avoid most social functions and avoid leaving the house as much as possible. My wild enthusiasm and energy for trying to get things done, although at times were manic, has nearly completely disappeared and I am depressed, completely apathetic and miserable about the fact that I can't seem to change my life or situation for the better.
I'm thankful, so very thankful to the positive things that I attribute to being in a fog for the last decade. It's frightening to think of what would have become of me had I not developed this double-edged habit. I am grateful that being high has led me to a place of relative stability and sanity in my life where I can cope at the level where I can, at the very least, appear rational and composed.
But I'm not the same and I wonder what I could have done had I not ever discovered becoming a stoner.
Nearly at the end of my stash now, and right before the stage where I start rearranging my finances to make room for my habit. Before the cravings and the irritability start, I'm wondering if it's time to quit....
Some evaluative time (stoned of course) has made me realize that I am not the same person I used to be. I avoid people and resent being made to "do things" that require deviating from my schedule of getting high. I avoid most social functions and avoid leaving the house as much as possible. My wild enthusiasm and energy for trying to get things done, although at times were manic, has nearly completely disappeared and I am depressed, completely apathetic and miserable about the fact that I can't seem to change my life or situation for the better.
I'm thankful, so very thankful to the positive things that I attribute to being in a fog for the last decade. It's frightening to think of what would have become of me had I not developed this double-edged habit. I am grateful that being high has led me to a place of relative stability and sanity in my life where I can cope at the level where I can, at the very least, appear rational and composed.
But I'm not the same and I wonder what I could have done had I not ever discovered becoming a stoner.
Nearly at the end of my stash now, and right before the stage where I start rearranging my finances to make room for my habit. Before the cravings and the irritability start, I'm wondering if it's time to quit....