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nemo's blog: "why do i smoke?"

created on 08/07/2010  |  http://fubar.com/why-do-i-smoke/b335006

why do i smoke?

I sometimes ask myself:

"Why do you smoke?"

But do I need a reason? Well, everything has a cause, but not everything has a reason. As a matter of fact, almost nothing has reason, or good reason, for that matter. But I'm digressing. I smoke, and I see everything in a different perspective. I almost have a Jeckyll Hyde reaction. When I am clear headed, I hate the world and everyone in it. Rotting in their filth and petty lives. Black and white, there is only good and evil. I hate myself for thinking that I am somehow not like the world. I am just like it. I can only think about my petty needs and desires. You see, this is the crap that goes through my head.

But when I smoke...

I am everything. The world is everything. People are good. I am now a people person. The world is quiet. Frozen in beauty and splendor. Grey and colorful at the same time. I can conceive physics and metaphysics. I can understand infinity plus one.

 

             With the right amount of Ganja, that is. But even then I see this discrimination of ugliness. For those who smoke, it is a general fact that there is discrimination towards us. Pot heads. Those damn potheads doing weed. What a derogatory way to describe it. Ganja sounds so much more pleasing to the ear. Or Cannabis, or Mary Jane. Likewise, the verb usage is all wrong. To do is an act of almost physical force. Do the laundry. Do the lawn work. Do come with us. When you partake of the herb, you are smoking it, not "doing it". I blame the anti-cannabis organizations, attempting to link Ganja with Cocaine. Doing Cocaine is the same as doing Weed, they will say.

 

    Well, I still have not answered why I smoke. My perspective, of course, is one thing, but what is the perspective really, in a descriptive sense? How can I describe to a person who has never smoked, what it is like? Well, an example might work.

     To draw. You draw a picture now and again. You probably did it more when you were a kid. Drawing is interesting. You may like to use a pen. You may like to use charcoal. Then one day, you smoke Ganja around four twenty in the afternoon, and you start to draw something. You take a stroke of your pencil, and it lasts forever. You almost can't stand it because the stroke is so perfect. You haven't even began to form a shape, the idea is relaxing on your lips, you are barely tasting it. Hours go by before you make another stroke on the paper. Then you commence to draw it. It gives you the sensation that you have put your life into this one act. The world stops for you so that you can draw. You look down at your half finished work and realize that every single stroke is going to be a deeper meditation into your soul. You begin to finish ever so slowly. You cherish every dab and take as long as you can with your picture. The act of making it finalized doesn't seem to end. At last, you finish the last stroke of the pencil and triumph over your body, your mind, and your spirit.

 

Then you look at your clock and see it is only four twenty two.



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