It smells like pot in here this morning. Not because I am observing my once-every-six-months-to-a-year ritual of smoking a joint (if I were, I certainly wouldn’t be doing it alone at six in the morning), but because there are discarded bowl remnants in my ashtray.
I like the smell of pot, sometimes, depending on how strong it is and how clouded the room is. I’m not quite sure why. I think because it reminds me of my dad.
When I was younger, and had no clue what pot was, I can remember always smelling it lingering in front of Dad’s door when he had it closed at night or sometimes during the day when the much older than me but younger than him kids would come over to hang out on the weekends.
One time, as I was going through his cabinets looking for something I came across a small metal bowl (like a mixing bowl) filled with this green herb. I couldn’t figure out why mom would keep spaghetti seasoning under the bathroom sink, but I couldn’t ask her why as I wasn’t supposed to be going through her cabinets.
My dad doesn’t smoke any more, not even cigarettes, but I’m not quite sure when he stopped. I remember the day I figured out what it was dad was doing in there. I was shocked. I went to my mom and asked her, “Does Dad smoke pot?” She got very upset with me saying “no” at least a million times. I knew that meant yes, and, even then, I was okay with that.
Many of my friends smoke pot on a regular basis. They always try to pressure me into joining them by saying things like, “You have pot smokers hair, you listen to pot smoking music, and you have pot smoking friends. Why don’t you smoke pot?”
I used to smoke all the time. I even sold it a few times when I overcame my paranoia of getting caught and had enough money to buy large quantities of it. I got real sick of that lifestyle real quick though. Because of the amount of pot being smoked and the frequency at which it is smoked, pot smokers are, for the most part, perpetually high. I just couldn’t live with this constant state of being high and having to function in everyday life.
On top of that, pot smokers get so used to being high, that they don’t really realize that they are. What I mean is, when I am drunk, for instance, I know I am drunk. And because of that, I don’t try to do anything that requires intense concentration. I don’t pour drinks while standing on carpet, I don’t try to drive, I don’t run up the stairs, I do my best to not call ex-girlfriends, and… if I feel the need to make a decision that I know I shouldn’t be making, I always check with a sober friend to make sure I am making the right decision. Now granted, I am a more courteous drunk than your average drunkard, but the point is, many people who drink don’t drink all the time. Therefore, they know when they are feeling drunk and know they should at least attempt to behave accordingly.
Pot smokers are constantly spilling things, dropping cherrys on the floor, knocking glasses over, and forgetting some of the simplest things like “if you play your bass turned all the way up at two in the morning with the windows open the police will knock on your door”.
This is part of the problem with me throwing a party. If I invite any of those friends, they wont come if they can’t smoke. And since I am inviting people that don’t smoke, and wouldn’t appreciate others smoking, I have to confine them to the garage. In addition, they wont smoke without other people to smoke with, so they come with an entire host of people. This wouldn’t be so bad, except then it would be like having two parties one of which could get very loud and the other of which could get people thrown in jail. They just don’t mix well.
So, because of that, many of the people I’d like to invite will not be invited simply because they WONT have a good time if they AREN’T smoking pot, and I can’t have fifteen people passing a bong around in my garage at two in the morning on New Years Eve. I wouldn’t mind if someone brought a joint or two, smoked them, and then came back upstairs to the party. But it doesn’t work like that. Amanda, one of the few pot-smoking friends I have that doesn’t HAVE to be high to be having a good time, said she’ll only come if some more people she knows come. I’d really like her to be here so hopefully Lisa, Mike and Sean will decide to come down this way this year instead of having a party at their place like they’ve done for several years now. Though I have to admit, their New Year’s party last year was one of the best I have ever been to. I’m not sure how much of that had to do with me hooking up with Ashley.
