quit smoking pot

I haven’t smoked for 2 days. Not missing it yet. Started the plans for a new shelf for something to do. Its going to be cool.

I think it’s easy once you realize you have no choice, but for most of us, it’s a challenge. Breaking habits in general is a challenge, ya know? You go running everyday at noon for 10 years then all of a sudden you decide to quit. It’s hard… unless you blow your knee and you have no other choice but to quit.

I say, make up your mind that you really want to do it. Get a hobby. Get ready to deal with the temporary moodiness, sleeplessness or whatever. Dive in.

So, a friend invited me and a few other friends to dinner last night. While she and her beau prepared dinner I hung out with the other folks. Of course some of them had weed. We all smoked up and I realized something: I wasn’t having fun anymore. I felt slow and lazy and my contacts dried out horribly. I really need a change. Thinking I’ll upgrade to crack. Kidding.

This is what I actually realized: The hard part for me is done. I kicked my afterwork bowl and cup of black tea, so I don’t smoke at home anymore. That was enjoyable. It was relaxing and invigorating at the same time. It was the way I caught my second wind and got ready to work on the house. Got alot done too. Pot isn’t bad. Dependency… well that’s another story.

Smoking with my friends when I’m out is pure reflex. They pass it to me and I take it. Like somebody offering a stick of gum. No big deal. Will they still be friends with me when I start saying, “I’ll pass”? Maybe. I’ll keep you posted.

Well. As of 2 weeks ago, I smoked all my pot except for 1 “emergency bowl”. Not that I haven’t smoked, all my friends smoke, so that’s a problem. My roomate smokes. That’s a problem, kinda. I somehow taught myself to not smoke at home. Partly because I don’t have any and partly because I don’t want to mooch off the roomate. Sitting here talking about smoking pot makes me want to smoke.

Ok. Wait. Dude, you gotta try this with me: close your eyes and pucker up your lips like your holding a fatty. Then enhale real slow. Yeah. You’re taking the cleanest greenest hit ever. Feel it filling your lungs. Feel it in your head. Feel those teeny lil thc’s frolicking through your bloodstream. (Yeah they’re still there). Exhale slow. Nice, huh? Do it again! I like it.

If I were really good, I’d start now by flushing this tasty good weed down the toilet. And ya know I’m not because I am SO not going to do that.

I enjoy smoking a bowl after dinner and settling in for some Adult Swim or whatever trashy sci-fi book I’m reading at the time. Sometimes I have a cup of strong tea and go out in the backyard and work on my latest curbside trash find. It’s a porch swing.

The thing is, I’m feeling unmotivated and downright antisocial. I don’t want to work as much as I do. I don’t want to go out with my asshole friends and deal with the bar scene. I just want to be here. Maybe if I stop smoking pot, all those things will get better. At the very least, my lungs will thank me.