The last few days have been weird.
I broke a site-wide rule and made a gimmick account. It's a good rule because t+t originated as a place for learning and continues to be to this day. So not being especially genuine is frowned upon. Because the 4th wall in this place is tremendous, and those hoping to learn, and continuing to learn, receiving purposeful bunk information without realizing it is garbage.
But it's also "the internet", ya know? It's an expression of real life, it conveys information that connects humans and machines all over the world. Without it, many would still be in "the dark" on a lot of stuff. I cherish things like Wikipedia despite not reading it nearly enough. I value the creativity on perpetual display on the internet. And I especially value the men and women that dedicate their lives to securing the landscape in America.
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I have a love/hate thing with weed. I've been medically certified to purchase and use, and at some point I hope to write about those experiences. Having a legit "go-to" for eating and sleeping problems that doesn't cause instant death upon over-using is an amazing gift for veterans and other people with disabilities.
But I don't wish for it to be full-blown legal (sorry 420 peeps
), although I haven't seen the landscape in the southern belt where carrying grass gets you put in cell.
The psychoactive effects aren't always fun. Drugs have side effects.. such is life.
I am hesitant to use any terms used in popular psychology (hi everyone that worked to get their name inside the cover page in the DSM V!), but for simplicities sake -- I am an
introvert.
I sort-of enjoy spacing out and gathering my thoughts. The "soft-of" is mild dismay at the world disappearing before me while I'm thinking. It's been getting less difficult to find that balance between "thoughts" and "getting **** done", but it's useful despite being an overriding habit.
Weed as a rule exacerbates the thought machine. The medicine which reduces my anxiety is like a breathe of fresh air, but the psychoactive side is mildly dangerous for me, this I know.
I have an affinity to the past and memories. Making sense of them has been universally beneficial, but it's still almost too-easy to wander down real events in imaginative geometric space while using weed. Sometimes it's scary, more because of elements of unknown than a disposition with what I know to be real; but it's the meta that gets to me. "Thinking about thinking" tends to be a very useful, but nevertheless a mobius strip.
So I can't get behind full legislation without knowing how it will be received by those underage and those of-age whose brains aren't "fully developed" or whatever. I wouldn't give much of a **** if mental health facilities were 100% for the patients, because the effects aren't THAT deleterious; but they aren't yet in my neck of the woods and likely in most places.
One thing that needs to happen, legislation or not, is more standardization for cannabis as medicine. A Vietnam hero goes to get some bud and finds out the hard way that the selection wasn't grown with care.. how and why does that happen?
The silver lining, saving grace, whatever, of course, is the statistical virtue of culture in America: the most important things have been getting better over time. I believe they will continue to.