After being drug-free for 26 years—I decided on a whim to try smoking weed. I know some people don’t even see this as a “drug”, but I always had.
Anyway, two years ago it was offered to me and I decided “what the hell” and decided to try it. Since then, I’ve smoked it three times and have tried edibles twice. Each time has left me wondering what the hell is the big fuckin’ deal and why everyone seems to love it.
After trying it those few times (as suggested by friends), I realized that the effects generally just make me feel a tad bit weirder and a WHOLE lot sleepier. Which I really don’t like. It’s really not worth it, in my opinion. And even if it ever got legalized, I wouldn’t waste my money on buying it.
When I talked to my fiance about it, he told me that I’m already weird and mellow to start with—which is probably why weed doesn’t seem to affect me much. Haha.
Sport hunting makes me sick. I’m no animal rights activist or anything.. If someone hunts for a food source, I have no issues with it. But the people who go and shoot animals for “fun”.. It just makes me feel sick to my stomach.
I find myself praying sometimes, even though I don’t really believe in God.
I prefer Cool Whip in my hot cocoa over marshmallows. Oh yeah. Gettin’ real deep over here.
Okay, so I’m not entirely proud of this because knowing this about myself makes me feel like I have no personality or something, but… I thought I would share it anyway. Because it’s a fact, regardless.
And I almost want to share it because I’m not entirely proud of it.
Anyway, I’ve realized that I kind of have a “mirroring” sort of personality. Meaning, the way people treat me GREATLY affects the way I treat them. The way people feel about me affects the way I feel about them.
The other part of my “mirroring” personality (that I’m not nearly as ashamed of, but still think happens way too much) is the fact that people rub off on me really easily. While I feel like a bit of that is natural, I feel like almost every aspect of myself and who I am is derived from someone else’s way of thinking or being.
Which makes me feel like some weird, empty shell filled up with pieces of everyone I’ve ever known.
I’m not too sentimental about a lot of the things I own. I am, however, very sentimental when it comes to music. Certain songs can literally break me down and draw out very specific memories. So I treasure my collection of music more than most of the things I physically own.
I’m ticklish just about everywhere. It’s a problem.
I have never changed a dirty diaper. (I’m 28 years old. D:)
I’m a napkin whore. I probably use 4-5 napkins per meal. If it’s something messy like ribs.. Good lord. Give me a stack of ‘em. I’m also a napkin thief. If you’re sitting near me, do not leave your napkins unattended. I will take them.