I am a workaholic and I use it for focus and wellbeing. I am a tad more anxious than most and it isnt a helpful medicine, its a cure.
My first job was chopping down trees with an axe, alone, for $5/hour 10 hours per day, back then 50 bucks would get you an ounce. I was 15. The guy said I did more work for $50 than the mexicans at diamond shamrock did for $5,000. His wife made me sandwiches and I smoked doobies in the woods while I played paul bunyon. This was in Texas btw, so it was pretty darn sweaty
Brainwashed faggots will never understand this. I have been in similar positions myself. Mary Jane is the only thing that could carry me through the back breaking labor.
I believe you. Notice I said "most". I have a few friends who like weed and are hard workers, but you have to admit, the stereotype exists for a reason.
Anyway, I'm on board with legalization, if it works for you great, use it. But in a post apocalyptic scenario with the aforementioned bic lighters and antibiotics as currency, I'd guess cigs and alcohol would work better as a means of exchange.
Weed is much easier to grow than tobacco, and quantum leap's easier than distilling alchohol.
You're very uninformed.
>would work better as a means of exchange.
≠ means of production. Try not to insult people, particularly when you haven't actually addressed their point. Instead make a counter argument. This isn't voat.
>but you have to admit, the stereotype exists for a reason.
Oh absolutely, I have a neat problem, I interact with the normies, but when weed was Illegal, I had to basically live among and befriend the culture of potheads. Honestly, you could do a lot worse as far as countercultures go. I can attest however to their many weaknesses, some of which end them down some very slippery slopes.
Alot of my friends were dumbasses, and it was always clear that while I could blend with them, I would be doing different things out in the world, and they could not follow me into those realms (professional jobs, careers, other states, airport security). The real trick was snapping out of it all to interact with people who were kind of important financially and were cautious about 'retarded stoners' of whom I was a secret member, ie: bizowners, employers, etc
Military helped, learned more normie ways, reinforced ideas of 'professionalism' and fostered my own ideas of Americanism. Oh and they cut off my long fucking hair and really enjoyed it too, just like it was thought they would. Catch is, with a buzzcut I look just like the rest of em, stealth mode.
Also since weed is a natural plant and not a real drug, it was easy(relative) to quit for the years and then finally relax once I got out. They gave me a job at a fucking bank if you can believe it, and I was the most morally upright person there, and one of 6 who spoke english and werent visas. They offered 100k and I walked, stopped showing up, didnt return their calls. Almost starved. Fuck them. America comes first. No choice, already swore it in.
(post is archived)