Reply #8: without weed

[darkmaestro019]

I don't write, I don't eat anywhere near enough for even a tiny person like myself. I don't laugh. I don't feel HUMAN.

I had the revelation that what they want is for me to work forty hours a week in a job I hate and do it SOBER for my entire life, and never write a word. I'd frankly rather die than exist like that.

Without marijuana happiness for me is the lowest possible level of misery, and I deserve better than that. And the only negative effects I have ever experienced from it (other than dry mouth and eyes--let's ban ceiling fans!) have been INFLICTED FROM OUTSIDE. Like losing a job I received letters of praise for because I refused a random test. I missed one day in two years and could assemble parts from any machine in that place with never a backup. (This was not dangerous type work; I would NOT do such while "high")

Why could I do that? Because my hands could run on autopilot while my lovely stoned mind worked on the stories I'd write down when I got home. Most people in that kind of manufacturing are kind of dead inside, constantly miserable. I was perfectly happy. And this is a crime?

I only drink when I don't have weed--and alcohol has cost me a LOT of wonderful things in my life, and the effects are terrible, buzz-wise and repercussion-wise. No wonder that's legal while weed isn't, why, it makes perfect sense!