(December 5, 2016 at 10:13 am)Aegon Wrote: I smoke cannabis in moderation (around 4-5 times a week, generally at night.) I don't see the problem with it. It really is radically different from other substances.
Don't get me wrong, there certainly are some people who can go back to moderate smoking or drinking after having struggles with addiction. But honestly I think it's rare that it doesn't eventually turn back into a serious problem for many people.
For me it is too easy to slip back into old habits and convince myself that "things will be different this time" or "I'll do it right this time" or "I won't let it get out of control this time." But chances are things will not be different. I will not "do it right." I will probably not "keep it under control." That is the addictive part of my brain at work trying to convince me to give in.
That's why I'm making sure that the weekend I had recently was a one time thing. I had fun, I don't regret it but I can't let it happen again. I have worked too hard to get to where I am to get back into that lifestyle.
With that being said, if you enjoy smoking cannabis, more power to you! I loved weed and used to be a huge stoner and honestly I functioned fine on it. Went to work high, did everything high and those were some good times to be honest. Plus the weed now days is amazing.
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It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
