about society's view on our favorite hobby, shit like this happens. some people refuse to believe that what they "know" may not be entirely true. some people can't be opened. tempers are flaring at my house once again. i made the mistake of getting in tight quarters that have no possible escape route (a.k.a the car) with my mother. my dad was in the back seat. my mother is doing what comes natural, blaming me for her forgetting my sister's b-day (she takes lighters and sploofs from my room nearly every week now, because of my "drug abuse" she's a "nervous wreck"). for once i take a stab at educating her ignorant ass. no luck. she is convinced i'm ruining my life. i call to her attnetion that the only reason i am behind the wheel at that very moment is because i'm on my way to apply for a job (she knew this). i remind her that there was not one time my entire high school career that i wasn't an honor roll student. she is still babbling about bud 'fucking up my brain'. i try a different approach, telling her that i've heard very nasty things about her prescription medication (amoung them is effexor). she tries to tell me that it's not possible that her drugs are worse for her than pot is for me becuase her drugs are legal. why in the world would a doctor give her harmful drugs? ugh! i try yet another approach. i tell her that everything she thinks she knows about pot is probably an exaggeration or flat out lie and, in the most serious voice i can muster, i ask her if she would like to see some unbiased facts about marijuana via the internet. well, she's not only dumber than a bag of oranges, she's also stubborn as a freshly castrated mule. she KNOWS she's right and can tell me more about my own life than i can "you need to stop being a little kid and face your problems, not try to sugar coat them" WHAT THE FUCK!?!? at this point i swear i felt my brain implode.. alright, you might think this is really lame, but i feel so strongly about the injustices surrounding marijuana and whatnot...that at times like these i cry. i couldn't see the road with my watery eyes, i pulled into some parking lot of some store. tried for a while to explain through sobs that i just want to be happy and live my life comfortably. i don't cause any trouble. i don't harm anyone or anything. i wont see my friend again for another year (charged with trafficing good ol mary jane) because of these rediculous laws. this is when my dad spoke up. he told me the only reason he wanted me to stop smoking bud is the legality of it. he's pro-legalization. he said it would really tear him up if he saw me get fucked in the ass by the system for being a toker. he said the reason i don't have a car completely paid for by them is becuase even though i deserve it he would one day see it seized and auctioned off. he described it as, "just a way for them to steal from you, and it's completely legal. legal theft, of your property and the money that you earned." why is this true? now that i think about it, kinda makes me sick to my stomach. at home me and my dad had a wonderful talk on my futon. at first he said he never wanted me to get behind the wheel after a j, never wanted me to do other drugs, never wanted me to smoke a cig, never wanted my little sisters to see it, and would appreciate it if i quit. i thought, "cool, cool. this is just normal parent talk." then he starts talking about the good old days, when an ounce was ten bucks and all the locker room toke sessions. he traded in one of his paintings (he's a fuck of an artist) for hash. he was like, "now i wish i didn't trade that awesome painting, but hash is such a great high...concentrated thc..." then it was onto the shroom tea, waking up on the bathroom floor in a coedine-induced daze, going to a job interview while wiggin out on shrooms (he got the job ). that's not normal parent talk! he asked why i like to get high, and i told him my reasons in a nutshell. he quit becuase he wanted to and when he wanted to. he saw that i didn't want to so wasn't going to force me or anything. he just wanted me to know that if i got into trouble for being irresponsible i shouldn't expect him to help me out. fair enough, fair enough. it's awesome how he realizes that while this may not be the right thing for one person, it might be the right thing for a different person. different strokes for different folks, if you will. he said he wouldn't really have a problem with me toking in the safety of our garage with my friends as long as my mom wasn't home and wasn't expected home any time soon. w00t! what a team player. i feel like, "one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind" only, "one small step toward comfortablely toking, one giant leap for father-daughter bonding" the elation after talking with my dad just overpowered my anger toward my dumb mom, who jus represents the whole reason for pot being illegal (and all the bad things that keep happening to some extremely undeserving people because of it's legal status): misunderstanding. stubbornness. propagation of false information. and the list goes on. well, i've got a headache. steamy shower and fat fucking bowl sounds good about now. - peace and nugs, gc.
Your mom and dad sound exactly like mine. My mom thinks it's fucking my life up but my dad on the other hand he use to do it and has no problem with me doing it, he said the same thing if I get caught with it he's not helping.
My parents are quite the opposite way around My dad is a drunk and when he found out I was smoking because of meth laced bud that I VOLUNTARILY turned myself into the hospital.. Being the responsible toker I am.. He kept me under house arrest and UAed me every week. My mom is very chill on me smoking.. As long as I dont really get caught.
That sucks, the mom part anyways, my moms like that towards me sometimes, not as extreme, but she cant say a thing because she smokes too. I've heard so many of my dads stories, his first time tripping acid, the "good ol day prices", takin bong rips while his mom walked in, his first time tokin with his dad, but not just from him, my uncles, hell, I even bought pot off his best friend from highschool and he told me all the shit him and my dad did. Its funny though, when I was younger I caught all the same shit everyone else did even though my parents were avid tokers, I didnt get any breaks, I didnt smoke with my dad till about a month after I turned 18. All parents wise up someday, Im thinkin the reason your mom freaks out like that is because to her, your still her young daughter thats smokin pot, if you just stay on the straight and narrow and dont fuck anything up for yourself due to pot, and proove to your mom that you can smoke pot and be a responsible, her view on pot and you smokin it will most likely change. stoned post...
my mom is the same way, the only defense she has about why i shouldn't toke is becuz its "illegal" and i've tried so hard ever since i started tokin to get her to see the real truth about pot. while my dad is cool as fuck when it comes to pot, he gives it to me and tokes with me. good luck with your ignorant mother and rep + for trying to tell your mom about the truth.