I thought weed was good for musicians. I guess it's a double-bladed
knife. On the one hand it inspires you to create, on the other
hand it distracts you with totally fanciful side effects.
Why am I such a space cadet? For about 72 hours I've been
stoned off my ass from weed. I wake up in the morning, smoke a bowl
or two and then just proceed from there.
The instant I wake up in the morning, I want to smoke marijuana.
That gets me out of bed, and throughout my day I smoke
pot every hour or so, getting more and more disconnected,
more and more stoned and eccentric. It's like a snake eating it's
own head: I smoke pot to feel comfortable, but then when I get
too stoned I feel uncomfortable, so then I have to maybe sleep for a half an hour and then smoke again. Do you understand?
I've been sitting here, staring into space for ten minutes,
trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
Sure, I go to college, I get good grades, but only because I put forth a bare minimum of effort to do so. Every day I wake up
alone and think "What's the point?"
I go about my day either high or wishing I could get high.
The simple fact is, I'm a bonafide stoner. I'm a space
cadet. Why must I always spend such a heavy percentage of
my time/income/energy/life on little green flowerbuds?
The fact is, I can't afford to smoke weed, but I still do.
Here I am, 22 years old, bookish, intelligent, (I aced a college
history course while my mates were in primary school), educated,
articulate, somewhat naturally ambitious, and totally lacking in
the motivation required to make something of my life.
I mean, every day, I wake up alone, stumble out of bed, do
some laundry, do a load of dishes, shower, and then dissapear
into the spinning, bizarre dreamworld of marijuana. Why didn't
anyone warn me about this? It's like my life is controlled by a
plant.
Then there's drinking. I don't drink nearly as much as most people
my age (21), but I do drink compulsively and I drink too much.
What are the historical roots of young adult listlessness?
I'm 22 years old, prime in my life, healthy, good-looking,
intelligent. Why do I want to do nothing but smoke pot all day
every day? Of course, if I had no pot connection I would drink whiskey. What causes the human desire to catch a "buzz" or get
intoxicated?
Why do you young people have to use mind-altering chemicals all
the damn time? Do you really get wiser as you get older, or do
heavy drinkers and smokers just die off?
P.S
Here's some of my random folk-rock ramblings:
http://www.soundclick.com/thevirginmiracles
― squirl plise, Wednesday, 22 March 2006 02:27 (nineteen years ago)
I am an olive-skinned dobro-player named Jack.
By the way I'm in Boise Idaho. If anyone in Boise Idaho reads
this, please meet me somewhere so we can talk about life, the universe and blowing up the Bronco stadium.
Why did I just post to this board?
Why have I posted hundreds, maybe thousands of these missives
to boards over the years? So loaded with emptiness.
Why does momus talk to us? He's a god right? I mean, really,
he's a famous musician/songwriter. What's going on.
― squirl plise, Wednesday, 22 March 2006 02:54 (nineteen years ago)
I had sex last night so my depression is better. I actually waited
until now (6:45 local time) to get stoned today. An entire sober,
functioning day, can you believe it.
I guess I'm 22. I turned 22 on Febrarury 27. I was 21 for a long, long, time so I'm not used to being 22 yet.
As for the laundry, I do have lots of clothes. Most of them
are falling to pieces, but I find it hard to throw them away.
It's like we've been thru so much, we're almost like old friends.
Abbott,
Yes I go to BSU, part time this semester not full time.
What's APPP? What part of Boise do you live in? What are your
favorite bars here? I like the Big Easy but I really don't know
Boise very well yet. If you're a musician, what kind of music
do you play/where do you play live, etc. Do you play bluegrass?
Bluegrass rawks.
― squirl polise, Thursday, 23 March 2006 01:51 (nineteen years ago)