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A Short Essay on My Experience With Marijuana, the Good, the Bad, and the Badass

Mary Jane... where the hell do I start?

No, seriously. In a way, I think it’s helped me navigate through life. Weed has been a constant go-to for me for the past year-and-a-half of my life (with thanks to my best friend and girlfriend), my own little crutch. For as long as I could remember, I’ve dealt with heavy anxiety and fluctuating depression; I’d think and overthink, toss and turn. It was like my mind was running constantly. I could never get a break. I’m sure we’ve all been there, and I’m not going to lie, it really sucks, but little did I know that the solution to my problem was closer than I thought. 

Okay, pause. Picture this: me, sixth grade, science fair. My first ever true experience with a public presentation. It was bad. I went up, speech prepared through repetition with my parents the night prior, ready to crush this presentation, only to flip and fumble my way through it. I didn’t make eye contact with a single one of my classmates, I was nervous, I literally felt my heart drop into my stomach and my hands shaking. I’ve had more occurrences through the years that resemble this memory, but it all disappeared the summer of seventh grade. 

He held it out to me. It had already circled my group of friends. Looked like a skinny cigarette, its cherried tip illuminating the fingers of my classmates. I grabbed the joint and puffed two or three times, and suddenly I felt a calm come over me. Time was moving slower, laughs were growing louder, and I had never felt more immersed in a conversation than this. I stopped for a few years after that, but maybe I needed that to appreciate it more when I was older. 

Fast forward about two or three years. There I was, stressed out over literally anything and everything, still overthinking, tossing and turning, you know, the usual. So I knew this guy—he’s my best friend to this day, and I swear he’s been stoned since I met him. The most relaxed, down-to-earth guy I’ve ever met, and he’ll admit that it’s because of his heavy reliance on bud, too. As does my girlfriend who I met a few years later. I don’t look at it as a bad thing, not at all. If I weren’t smoking today, who really knows how bad my anxiety would be? I don’t want to know. I wouldn’t want to. I feel like smoking has helped me slowly come out of my shell. It’s aided me toward taking the unnecessary weight off of my shoulders and taught me that it’s okay to laugh at myself sometimes. I think these are things that we should all know, and I know that there are people out there that feel or have felt the exact way that I do. I get you, but seriously, take a long, heavy drag off a pipe and let that shit go.  

I expect there to be individuals out there who don’t support it. I get that it’s a controversial topic. Every good has a bad, however. I don’t think that alcohol is necessarily a good thing to ingest and yet there are people out there who claim they can drive under the influence of it. Alcohol is a legal substance to individuals over the age of 21, 18 in some countries. Marijuana is a drug that has many psychological benefits, and yet still remains illegal medicinally and recreationally in a number of states. As the time has passed, I’ve been impressed with the number of states that have taken an interest in marijuana and its money-making and medicinal capabilities. I say grow it, tax it, sell it. You already know that you’d have a line of people going out of the door of that dispensary. So, what are we waiting for? Let’s do this thing. 

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