friends with stoners

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After adolescence,the only people I wound up socializing with was a small group of misfit stoners,each and every one with quite unusual personalities.A few of them came from tough homes and had lots of hurt and anger,manifest in colorful ways(I admit,I was frightened by some of them).The one thing we had in common was a palpable restlessness.I've always been a "loner" and I couldn't sustain those tenuous relations more than a few years,though a couple of them were really very interesting individuals.That was not a fundamentally "easy going",relaxed group.

Alright, second post and I'm already gonna get myself into trouble. (I probably did on my first post actually... but hey, I censored myself) ANYHOO....

Pot is a joke. I'll sing it from the mountain tops, I am a pothead. No cops are going to care, they've told me personally. Niether do doctors... even if your asthmatic. I was actually encouraged by my orthodontist.

The big breakup is in 2003, I'm a habitual smoker ever since. Smoked before but not habitually. My social life has always been great. I was friends with some of the most popular kids in school but I gave that up. I was different from them. I related with all the freaks so I gave a final screw you to my current friends and proceeded on with the greatest highschool experience I could imagine. Dating, dating, dating, engaged, living together, the break up, the world crumbles around me. I'm 'messed' out of my mind all day everyday the entire summer of 05. Drinking from 9am to 9pm. The list of drugs I take goes on and on and on. As screwed up as it is, I have these long days of none stop binging to thank for my successes. The entire time that I'm getting messed up I'm also teaching myself how to do computer generated effects and animation. A year later and I'm making commercials for a living. My music hits an all new level. My social life is unbelievable. Oh the parties we throw. But I always keep it in perspective. This will not be my future. Drugs WILL NOT be my future. At the same time, I wouldn't trade these years in for nothing. Life is all about the experiences and I love every moment of it.

I'd always been different. I've always had the same tendencies. It was never dibilitating. I was a leader but always kept myself second in command. I do all the work and he can have all the credit. I do have a lesson here.

My best friend took LSD for the first time in the summer of '03. He's a diagnosed schitzophrenic and while reading up on the drug I found out that it can trigger and amplify mental disorders. I was so afraid of what it was going to do to him. In the summer of '05 is my first experience with LSD. Near the end of that summer my buddy looks at me and says 'dude, you're just not even here anymore'. And I'm not. All the tendencies, the constant chattering of my mind, obsessions, analyzations, the pacing, the confusion, they all take control of me. Long story short. Now I'm a recluse. I can't stand parties and large gatherings. I'm not comfortable around strangers, acquantances or even old friends. Understanding how to relate to people seems to just get more and more distant. I go absolutly nuts if I can't work on my projects. I can't even enjoy an entire movie without missing half of it due to my short attention span and a wondering mind which talks itself in circles. I can't deny the possibility that my choices put me in the place that I am now but I also can't deny that this has always been me.

So, what was my point again? Something like it's easier to be different when your around other's who are just as crazy as you. Don't take LSD if you have a mental disorder. I don't know. This is just my story when it comes to drugs.

I hate it...it's hard to be around them when they're high, their homes smell and are often filthy...I mean, I respect someone's right to be a stoner, and I can get along with some, it's just very hard for my comfort issues.

That is true. That is true.

I don't mind pot or people who smoke pot..i think it should be legal and all that jazz..
I used to smoke it but don't anymore because it makes me crazy...I will get delusional and cry alot....I used to be an a band and of course there was copious smokings of the marijuana going on around me constantly....I have gotten to be pretty cynical about the way so many peoples lives seem to revolve around it...maybe i would not feel so much that way if it did not have such negative effects for me...I stopped somking entirely, except for the occasional foolish mistake....and find that I have very little in common with stoners....Happily my boyfriend is the same way...he is a little better than me..he can smoke it occassionally without his whole mental world going to hell...and he used to be more of a stoner in his youth...but generally we both abstain..so that generally sets us out of the smoking circle...If on some rare expedition I ever happen to go and try to socialize with the people who are smoking (i will probably be drunk if I am doing this)...it is always very akward, and of course they will pass the bowl to me over and over again, no matter how many times I tell them I don't smoke...

I lived with a guy for a while who insisted upon constantly being stoned...and it got tiresome after a while....the weed always came first.....it dominated a large portion of motivation to do anything...got to be tiresome...not to mention stuffy as he was also a chain smoker.

I think he said his best friend took it.

Sounds like his friend got the ole' Syd Barrett syndrome....

Pot was the thing that made me feel borderline Schitzophrenic.
Ironicly I have had positive experiences with LSD...(then again I have had negative experiences too..but not life altering)

well good luck with abstaining..It took me a long time before i could hammer the message into my thick head that I am simply better off without...but I have come to enjoy some lever of clear-headedness..or absence of distortion of reality...

I don't need anything to be naturally weird or creative yada yada yada...in fact I get more done..i have enough mental baggage without doing more stuff to my head.
substances only seem to make it worse....

sorry not very articulate....

"I'm hoping I'm the same way. Today is day #1 of two weeks of subriety for me. Something absolutly unheard. I've never gone more than a couple days without something. The happiest, most sain time of my life was without the drugs. I hope to get that back now."

yes,good luck.

fwiw,I too ran out of steam with my(limited)drug use and the drug crowd I knew,and I became very frustrated by how stagnant the lifestyle was and how drugs ultimately enabled stale routines of mind in myself and the people I knew.

I very rarely drink anymore,haven't even seen pot in ten years,try to be fairly healthy,and I've never felt more "creatively atuned" and in touch with my imagination than I do now.Drugs may facilitate certain avenues of thought for some people,but the heights of creative,imaginative exploration are most certainly not exclusive to drug use.

I do not say this as judgement for or against drug use;I am not opposed to anyone,including myself,exploring what they wish.But I just cannot imagine wanting to return to those "places";the idea feels regressive.And chemicals don't make other life struggles any easier.I only offer this as a "for what it's worth",and hopefully as encouragement.