Goodbye To An Era: Adios #MaryJane
A 26 year old found out yesterday that he could no longer smoke cigarettes or marijuana for the rest of his life. Upon hearing this news, I asked him if he would write a good bye letter to it. Ladies and germs, I give you ... good bye to an era.
Now it’s time to say goodnight, goodnight, sleep tight….
Goodnight dear friend. You were there for me whenever I wanted. I didn’t have to ask, I didn’t even have to talk. You were just there. You made it all ok.
When I was about 20 years old (dates are kinda fuzzy J J ) I became afflicted with a love for marijuana. If you knew anything about me (which you don’t which is why this is halfway anonymous BITCHES), you would totally understand why stopping this beautiful smoking routine is one of the craziest life decisions I’ve ever made. This is not the end of me and marijuana by any means, but the connection to which I’ve grown so accustomed must be shattered (smoking). Cigarettes are also involved in the equation, but I really don’t give a shit about quitting the cigarettes, they are just blah. However, marijuana is my chi and this is a scary SCARY day.
I am your typical ADHD child. I have way too much energy. I cannot think before speaking, and I can be rather over bearing on individuals who do not understand my intention or purpose. I am genuinely in love with life, but this love grew exponentially when I discovered marijuana. It was the yin to my yang. All of the things that make me, ME, were still present, just more in tune. I still have ADHD. Still have too much energy. But it got harnessed into love, rather than world dominance and selfish intention (which generally equated to overpowering conversations and avoiding other people’s thoughts and ideas). With weed people were not so quick to avoid getting to know me, I actually intrigued them and sucked them in to my awesomeness, and I also learned to genuinely listen and enjoy outside opinion. Something about marijuana made me step outside myself and realize that life is about connecting with others – not holing myself away in a computer room for 48 hours trying to discover how it is I can get an Azuresong Mageblade from Molton Core. It made me less depressed. It made me more social. It made my aura shine and it made me desirable to hang out with (or so I think, you can ask those who know me well and see what they say, I’ve got phone numbers). It made me care about what other people thought, and at the same time not give a flying fuck what they thought. ZING!
It created a love for music that will never die. I am a child of the 80’s, but if u met me, you would swear I was born in 1946 post WWII in preparation for the MOTOWN movement, BEATLESMANIA, and the grooving sounds of the 60’s and 70’s.
However, at the same time, it absolutely shattered my love for playing hockey (still watch the sport with a purpose!). Perhaps with a set of healthy lungs I can step back on the ice and shine once again at the sport that molded my childhood.
Be that as it may, I will miss it. I will envy those around me who can freely smoke it.
Most of all, though, I will enjoy living a longer life without it, and taking with me those lessons which marijuana so eloquently helped me discover. As Paul McCartney once said… Obla Di Obla Da, Life Goes on. Life does go on, and I salute you WEED! That was a rollercoaster! But im not trying to die at 40 so PEACE OUT!