I was your stereotypical stoner. Unmotivated, hazy-brained, and ready to light up and watch a “mind-blowing” movie whilst scoffing down pizza with a mate. Of course, I loved weed. Or at least I couldn’t imagine life without it. But now I no longer use it.
Why? Not some higher principles, not because of a fancy teetotalism mantra, not because of a sponsor who would kick my ass if they found out. Simply because I sat down, considered the drug and what I was doing with my life, and came to the obvious conclusion that weed was not doing any good for me.
In fact, weed was doing a lot of bad for me:
1. Weed Sneaks Up On You
I never made a conscious decision to become a daily weed user; it sneaked up on me. I took my first toke from a joint at a party, and a year and a half later I was dropping $80 a week on the drug. How in the world did that happen?
Looking back, having access to a plant which gave me an immediate pleasure rush, what did I think would happen?
Nonetheless, I found it concerning (even disturbing) – I always saw myself as a person of logic and self-control, yet here I was spending silly amounts of money on something I had at no point planned to spend silly amounts of money on.
2. I Was Never High Enough
Why are “t-breaks” such a common topic in online cannabis communities such a /r/trees? The clue is in the “t”: Tolerance.
As your body grows accustomed to weed, you need more weed to get as high as you were before, or to get that same pleasure you once felt. This means you must smoke increasingly more to get the feeling you crave. Or, as some users do, you need to “reset” your tolerance by quitting temporarily – but the tolerance quickly comes back once you start back up.
I thought back to the first time I got high, wasn’t it blissful? How was it I’d never achieved that same feeling again? How was it that weed had become a boring base-level? There was a point in time where I’d have to smoke multiple cones in quick succession to get “high”, and even then I was never “high enough”, or was in a panic spiral, there was no in-between.
I thought back to the first time I got high, wasn’t it blissful? How was it I’d never achieved that same feeling again?
I realized that I never could achieve that feeling again; it was a myth. Sure, I’d had some great times with friends, or out in nature, with a joint or two in tow – but was it really the weed that made those times great?
I tried to cut down – but I soon learned I wasn’t interested in being “a little bit” high, I wanted to be out of it. Weed demands more weed – moderation is miserable.
3. Weed is Terrible for Your Health
A common stoner myth is that weed cures cancer. Okay, maybe it’s not that common, but I’ve heard it at least a few times.
The reality is that cannabis doesn’t cure cancer, neither does it decrease your chances of getting cancer. Those are falsehoods.
Instead, smoking cannabis has a wide range of negative health impacts, the smoke contains known carcinogens, it damages your lungs, and it can lead to anxiety, depression, and psychosis in rare cases. Ironically when I was using weed, I thought it helped with my anxiety. In fact, it was only ever a temporary release covering up the underlying issues.
Use common sense: Do you think the human body evolved to inhale smoke filled with psychoactive chemicals on the daily? Get real.
4. Life is more fun without weed
If you told me this before I stopped smoking weed, I wouldn’t have believed you. In fact, I would have thought I could never have “real” fun without weed.
But it’s true, really. I now live a life full of fun experiences, engaging friendships, and tons of hobbies I am passionate about and enjoy. When I was a smoker there was only one thing I found fun: Getting high. Or getting high and doing XYZ activity.
For every bit of fun that weed gives you, it takes away so much more. Remember when you were a kid and could just enjoy playing out with your friends? Remember before you discovered weed and would love watching a movie without it? Weed steals those little bits of fun from your life and replaces them with itself.
For every bit of fun that weed gives you, it takes away so much more.
Without weed, those things that you once found fun are fun. It may take a little bit of time, it did for me, but once your brain readjusts to reality, you discover just how boring weed really is and just how fun a life without it can be.
5. I Feel Better in Every Way
Financially? I feel rich. Okay, not rich, but I really am $80 a week better off.
Psychologically? I wake up at a normal time of the day, I’m motivated to pursue my dreams, I’m no longer flipping between anxiety and depression day to day, I can actually focus on my work.
Emotionally? I’m happy and social. Truly happy, and truly social.
Physically? I can breathe more easily without tar clogging my lungs, I’ve lost weight without regular munchies.
Weed takes and takes, and it doesn’t really give anything back.
6. Weed Made Me Stupid
Weed made me stupid. Ignoring the evidence that sustained use over time may decrease your IQ, the impact cannabis had on my motivation and willingness to get things done wrecked my grades at college. Before discovering weed I was a star student, by the end of my relationship with it I was just scraping by.
And those things exist when you’re not high – but when I was actually under the influence of the drug, I was slurring, rambling mess. I saw a video taken by my girlfriend when I was high, and it was honestly shocking. Sure, it was hilarious – but I was laughing at myself.
Stoner me was not clever, or witty, or charming. He was stupid, boring, and embarrassing.