Showing posts with label marijuana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marijuana. Show all posts

Saturday, January 9, 2021

I'm the train, I'm the train.

  There's a school of thought wherein people encourage, themselves or others, to be "weird" if that's what their natural inclinations tell them to do. In my experience, that definition of "weird" means, at best, a quirky sense of aesthetics or a deep love of some "geeky" form of pop culture that really isn't all that weird. I mean, Dungeons & Dragons is a billion-dollar franchise and no weirder than fantasy football. If that.

 I say all that because as a bonafide "weird" dude, I've never, ever felt like I belonged or like I was doing something properly. I'm not saying this makes me interesting, don't get me wrong. Having no personality and less charisma, I'm pretty damn dull and it's a tribute to my friends that they put up with my goofy ass. I've never been able to fit in anywhere and I've always felt like an outsider in any social group I found myself a part of.

 For the most part, that's okay. Whether by nature or purely self-defense, early on I developed a preference for my own company. Put simply, there's plenty of stuff I can do by myself and that's what I've always enjoyed the most. Apart from sex and playing in bands - which I'm convinced come from the same impulse - that's all I prefer to do.

 The other thing is I have some very dark thoughts on a lot of common-place stances. I won't go into great detail because I don't want to, but to draw it to current affairs, the deaths arising from the recent siege of the White House by Trump partisans doesn't move me all that much. Don't get it twisted, any loss of life hurts the soul. At the same time, though, it's a testament to something that there wasn't a larger death count. People were trying to break into the Capitol building after spending a day howling threats of violence and revolution.

 People keep trying to compare it to the Black Lives Matter and Antifa protests earlier in the summer, but that just don't fly. The former would've been mowed down before they got within a hundred yards of the steps and the latter wouldn't have gotten much closer. Plus, we're learning a lot about how law enforcement agents were a part of the siege and how the fuzz on the ground more or less gave them directions.

 "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes" I guess is what I'm trying to say applies here. We act like the worst shouldn't happen, but that's where we put ourselves. People who regularly engage in protest understand when you go against the Natural Order, it will smack you in the face It shouldn't be that way, but there's a lot about life in this cruel world you could say that about.

 Anyhow, let's get the News done. Big week, of course, and every day had a lot to get in. Monday was the setup, Wednesday was the delivery, and Friday was the fallout, which is ongoing and a long way from being over. I think I did a pretty good job breaking it all down into bite-sized chunks, but a week like that is like a too-big meal. You're never going to do it full justice.

 Another thing I feel is worth touching on is the de-platforming of the President from Twitter and what that says about free speech. First and foremost, it says nothing about free speech because a platform has the right to rid itself of profit-harming individuals. I'm not at all surprised conservatives are screaming censorship and, really, that they're claiming a non-governmental, privately owned business not doing what they want is akin to communism. They're kind of stupid that way, honestly.

 For the record, I don't think they should've booted him so long as he was President. Something something official record something, sort of thing. I doubt the absence of him egging his worshipers on will result in less violence and I bet they've got something dramatic planned for Inauguration Day. However, the first nasty crack after he's no longer officially president, yeah, dump that bastard.

 I guess that's plenty for now. It's been an exhausting week and I'm tired of all of this, but I guess everyone is. I did get some good news this week, though. I did an informal bit of journalism this week for local tobacco and smoke shops in Tupelo - including one flat-out head shop, who knew - and they're all fairly positive about things when the medical marijuana initiative rolls out this summer. They're also more or less confident Tupelo won't be left behind, and that was my big worry. This part of Mississippi is extremely conservative, even for Mississippi, so wrap your head around that.

 And this was nothing but a head shop, too. They had some vape stuff, but come on. It was set up like every head shop I've been in, rows and rows of glass pipes and bongs behind the counter. Wild.

Thursday, June 25, 2020

Plant that bell and let it ring.

It's been a cool six months since I've smoked any weed. This isn't by choice. I currently live in rural Mississippi, and my only options are buying it from young people that I would otherwise have absolutely no contact with or from a guy my cousin's mother-in-law buys her pills from. He's called "the Tater Man". I ain't buying nothing from "the Tater Man".

 Plus, I'm living with my mother and she's got rules that we will respect. Put simply, my dad passed away a couple of years ago and she turns 71 this year and ain't getting any healthier. Plus, she's taken care of someone - either Daddy or my uncle or my grandmother - for the past 20 years and was apparently at extremely loose ends. I've lost count of the number of people - people I've known all my life or people who've moved into the Valley since I moved out and don't know from Adam's housecat - who've said to me, "Thanks for coming back. We were worried." So far, it's worked for all of us, but back to the topic at hand.

 This is the first time in let's say 15 years that I haven't stayed constantly stoned except when I was on the clock. Good weed, too. I got to a point where I wouldn't mess with any ditchweed, or what they called in New Orleans, reggie. Getting stoned works for me. You know how people will say getting high has a bad effect on them or makes them uncomfortable? Well, I'm the exact opposite. It sharpens the world and brings it all into clarity. What I enjoy straight, I enjoy even more and at a deeper level when I'm high.Same goes for LSD or mushrooms. I don't think I've ever had a bad trip. I've tripped in bad situations, but the trip wasn't the problem.

 One of the many reasons I put off moving home and initially intended to move on as soon as possible was I was worried how the lack of the good smoke would affect me. It really wasn't all that bad, though. I've always been easy-going with occasional storms of gloom and grump, high or not, and that really didn't change too much. I'm not going to lie, though. I would completely whip someone's great aunt for a joint right about now.

 That was last night. This is this morning. I initially started that for the Tumblr site before I realized I was passing on some grade-A Gibberish. So there's that there then. I stayed up most of the night playing Civilization VI. It's really not my sort of game but once I got into it, it was pretty engrossing. I was able to turn Spain into a combination Jewish-Muslim state before I gave in.

 It's 8:30 a.m. and I can feel myself crashing. Luckily, I'm done with the Actual Paying Work for the month, barring requests for rewrites from the Chief. I figure after this month's pay I'll be two-thirds of the way towards the new laptop.

 I wrote this on Twitter but I'll write it here because I think it's a good stroke. In short: if you don't want to "debate" with someone, don't. You don't owe anyone your time, especially if they're not paying for it. Particularly on social media, very few people are arguing from a place of honesty. Most of the time it's just to get you upset so they can mark a "win".

 But here's the thing. Debates, arguments, what have you aren't really meant to win. They're for sharpening your thoughts and clarifying your ideas. It's not a contest, there are no prizes or accolades. You don't owe anyone your emotions and you don't owe anyone the benefit of the doubt. And as for cries of "echo chamber," let's just clear the decks on that right now. First off, anyone who uses that phrase seriously is not worth paying attention to and doesn't deserve your time. Furthermore, if they have Twitter they also have the entire internet at their disposal, just like you do. Because you don't want to waste your time and emotion on some limp-dick jackass who's not going to listen anyway doesn't mean you're in a bubble. Just means you're not going to give your time to a limp-dick jackass.

  You know, I think we'll tie this off here. If something clever comes back around, well... we'll see. We're supposed to have a rainy afternoon and I foresee a lazy day.

Monday, January 27, 2020

Monday, January 27, 2020

 We're going to keep this short and to the point. I rattled on longer than I meant to last night, and I think it took more out of me than I'd planned. It's an exhausting life, I tell you what.