Well, I made it through Thursday night just fine without going out, though I came home from bowling just depressed & annoyed about the so-called friends I have around here. It’s so tough to live in a tiny community like this one, mainly because it’s hard to find people who you truly connect with on a friend level. It’s an odd area we live in.. the ski resort to the south is a cocaine haven, and the town to the north has one of the biggest meth problems in the state. My little town in the middle has an odd mix of blowhards, meth-heads, and pot smokers. I know that half the population out there subscribes to the notion that pot is “harmless” and better than having some drinks or doing “hard” drugs, but I’m totally on the opposite fence. TOTALLY. I cannot even begin to describe to you what it’s like to live in a community where such a vast majority of the people (young and old) are pot heads & more. I cannot stand it, and anyone who says it’s “not addictive” is totally lying to themselves. I’ve seen SO many people have SO many issues trying to quit smoking pot – but they all swear “i’m not addicted, it just helps me to relax, that’s why I smoke every day.” Um, you’re addicted when you need it on a daily basis! Go run a mile or something! I’m so over it. I think I’m going to try and brave the snowstorm rolling into town today and head up to Vail to see my old college roommate from MN who does not smoke pot. I need a break.
We are perplexed because we don't know why things happen as they do, but we don't give up and quit. 2 Corinthians 4:8
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