[danwasbored]

So my parents finally know that I smoke pot. I'll share my story with you guys because I think it's interesting and I can always use some advice.

So anyway, this morning I toked up in my room using my dugout, before I left for school. Now, usually I keep all my shit in this little lunch box in one of my drawers, but after I toked up, I decided to hide my dugout between a stack of magazines because it was more convienent.

So I go to school and come home. Well, I'm upstairs making myself something to eat when my dad comes up from the basement and asks me if I can explain the items in my room. At that moment, I had a pretty good idea that I was fucked. I asked him what he meant and he started describing the bag that I keep all my shit in, so since I naturally knew that I was fucked and there was no way I could deny my way out, I just told him that yeah, I had some stuff in a bag and that yeah, I smoke pot.

My mom comes up and now they're asking me all kinds of questions. I just calmly sit down and explain to them everything they want to know because I know that there's no way I'm getting out of this and I feel guilty for not telling them in the first place. I thought it was pretty funny because now, after so much time, they finally put all these things together. They start asking me if that's what I do when I go over to so-and-so's house and I just tell them the truth.

Anyway, turns out, they're pretty disappointed in me. My dad doesn't see why I do it. I told him it's because I like to do it, it's fun, and it's relaxing. My dad just doesn't want me to fuck up my life. My parents asked me if I knew what happens when I get caught and I told them that yeah, I know that I could serve some jail time, etc. They asked me if I knew what it does to my health and I told them, yeah, short-term memory loss and it hurts my lungs, but that's about it. My dad has the idea that it's this huge mind addicting drug and I'm going to become an addict and go onto harder drugs. Sure, that's happened to some people, but I know it's not going to happen to me. I explained this to them and that I've been offered a lot of drugs before and I've declined them every time.

I knew they had an idea for a while. I always did assignments in school about marijuana. I always came home high off my ass. But I never actually thought they would catch me. I was actually pretty impressed that they found it. I never thought it would happen. I've been smoking in my room and hiding all my shit there for almost three years now.

I'm not even that mad. I'm actually kind of relieved. I felt guilty for lying to them and I knew that eventually I would have to tell them. Also, I think they thought I was doing harder drugs because they kept asking me if this was all the drugs that I had, if I needed some counseling, if I need to go to rehab, etc. I told them no, I just stick to the green. I don't need counseling or rehab. I'm not addicted. I can quit at anytime. I didn't smoke once this summer.

Anyway, they took all my shit, except for my dugout that I hid this morning. Kind of sucks considering that they took my whole stoner kit: I just got a new glass bowl, with a sweet case for it, had a jar with a pretty nice nug in it that I was gonna smoke tonight (i smoked all my beatiful nugs this weekend), a grinder, a metal pipe, a few zig zag packs, and some eye drops, but it's all good.

Anyway, do you think I handled the situation ok? I knew where they were coming from because if I had a son I'd be pretty pissed off too, with him doing drugs in my house and lying to my face about it. But I guess I see both perspectives, so I'm a lot more understanding. The son just didn't want to tell them because he knew they would be disappointed and just wouldn't understand. And that's exactly it. My parents just don't understand why I do it.

I told my dad that I'm not addicted, that I can quit when I want to. He said that I'm right, that it is my choice, but he doesn't want it in his house. That if I go off to college, it's fine, I can do it all I want, but when I end up in jail, he's not coming to bail me out. But that he cares about me, otherwise, they would have never said anything.

So actually, I feel like I won. I lost a lot of shit, true, but I just told my parents that I smoked pot. They finally know. Yes, that was a shitty way to tell them, but it was either that or never. I think from now on, I'll just try to slowly convince them to let me do it. Like when I go to a party, instead of lying about where I'm going, I'll just tell them straight up that I'm going to a party. It will probably never work, but fuck it, I can try...(plus I still have my dugout, haha, bitches)

Oh, and I have to come up with a punishment for myself. They wanted to take away my car for a while, "because then I wouldn't be out buying pot" but I kindly explained to them that that wouldn't do any good since if I really wanted to, I could just get it right at school.