I know I'm a pothead. Anyone could figure that out by just looking at me. Or hearing me speak. Or hearing me breathe. Well I mind my own business, I don't kill insects, I pass my classes, I'm occasionally polite, I'm a writer, a musician; I'm a pretty sweet person.
But when I'm freaking told to, no, demanded to stop smoking pot, it blows my mind that someone would actually tell me to get off of it. I don't see how it's negatively influenced me at all. It's been used for artistic influence. It's been used as a relaxer. It's like beer. It's a tool. It's a doorway for many roads built of different material. I don't understand why they're trying to get me off of it! It's not the pot that's screwing me up it's me who's "screwed" up. I'm aware of my "situation" and I am on my way to accomplishment.. or determination.. Either way, I'm on my way towards something good. I'm just lazy. I was born lazy. Honestly I was. I was born a week late because I didn't want to get the fuck out yet.
Change is usually interesting, not always good, but it can help. Duh. I stick with some things, I intentionally and unintentionally don't stick with others just like everyone else. I just hate being tied down.. especially by someone who is definitely one to talk.
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