Here’s a fun little post. I won’t be getting into the legality of weed or the long-term effects of either drug but only my feelings on each.
My mother is an alcoholic. A mother who cares deeply about her family when she is sober but would sell them down the river for a fourth gin and tonic. I grew up in fear of drinking that I would become like her, emotionally and physically abusive and financially exploitative. But my first week in college someone offered me some horrendous vanilla Burnetts as a pre-game before we went to my first college party and I accepted. Note: On this night and particular I got stupid drunk from passing a handle of Jack Daniels and a 2 liter of coke between 4 strangers before I stole around 50 bobby-pins from some poor girl’s bathroom. I look back on this night fondly for some reason even though I ended up challenging my friend to drink more (after she had vomited) and ended up sitting on the floor of a community bathroom to brush my teeth but ya know… make memories guys (and also be safe, never drink and drive or walk alone).
But alcohol, being a depressant, more often made me feel worse about my depression. I would often cry about this or that and the next day I would be utterly useless to the world (except when we won the championship, on that night in particular I went ham and got up the next day to perform in a play… I have it on DVD and I am TERRIFIED to watch it). Anyway, after I was raped I tried to stay away from drinking, mostly because I stayed away from my friends, but also because it made me feel like ass.
Let’s skip to my first boyfriend after the assault, he was an angry man who made a point to start and argument with me every two or three days. He was the worst boyfriend I ever had (he once left me and my blackout roommate 2 miles from my dorm with a dead cellphone and my roommate when MIA and then he crashed his car and blamed me for it/got me to pay for it… more on that in another post someday). All he ever wanted to do was come over on a Friday night at 9:30 to be at our friends place by 10 in order to get wasted, come back, fuck, wake up at 6am and leave so we drank alot.
At that point in my life I was incredibly depressed so when we drank I often got blackout drunk and cried. Admittedly, most of the time I cried because he would call me some sort of nasty name, make fun of my faults, and/or try to distance me from my friends (who in his defense, did turn out to be complete jerks in the end). I was starting to feel like my mother. I took a (permanent) break from my boyfriend and a break from drinking. The improvements in my life were almost immediate. For one thing I spent far less money on alcohol and didn’t have the terrible hangovers.
Skipping forward to my current wonderfully supportive boyfriend: I met him by accident and quickly found out that he was a pot-head. His roommate would try to sell this as a fault but before long we were taking hits out of the ice bong (RIP) and watching Disney’s El Dorado. Before we began courting (more on this later) I had smoked a total of 3 or 4 times and now I smoke every time we see each other except for when I had to pass a drug test for my job.
So now that we have established that I am a full-blown pothead… weed makes me feel 1000x better than alcohol ever did. Sure, I had a few nights of the spins and feeling ill but those nights were innumerable when I primarily only drank.
I think that I’m a happier person when I smoke weed and that it helps me to find joy in the small things and remember to laugh. Not to mention that I feel more creative when I am high and sex feels awesome. Not to encourage anyone to break the law but if you struggle with depression weed may help you out a bit.
Anyway, alcohol is fun sometimes if you’re with some friends in a safe environment but more people get injured or die from consuming alcohol and weed just gives you the munchies and makes the world fucking hilarious.
The weed is loud guys.