This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill. Do not adjust your eyes, for what you are about to read is the truth.
This is not candy coated, altered from any particular source, or a fabrication.
I don't lie.
Marijuana will fork your brain up. Bad. Really bad. Your body becomes dependant on it because your brain says "Hey, I don't need to produce this hormone/chemical anymore, because the body is getting it elsewhere."
I'm sure you've heard "Today's pot isn't what your mama or daddy smoked back in the 60's" over and over. Sure, you probably don't give it a second thought, thinking "Hell ya, Go go hydroponics! More THC for me!" and whatnot.
Well it's the truth. Not only because of the potency of today's pot, but because growers have cross pollinated, and come up with a TOBACCO/MARIJUANA hybrid. By doing so, marijuana has nicotine. That same nasty **** that has me addicted to cigarettes, has me addicted to pot. You too.
"LOLZ, NEXT THREAD. *GURGLE GURGLE HUUUUUUUUUP ......... BWUUUUAHHHHHHHHHHHHH*"
If you're a pot smoker, and are reading this very line, I commend you. You have an open mind, and are willing to give my little 'soap box rant' a go. Thank you.
I'm not saying Pot is evil. It is light years away from that. I will always support the legalization of marijuana (no matter how vein it might be) and endorse it for it's medical purposes. The growers/suppliers are the evil ones. What better way to insure that people keep coming back for more, than to give it that 'addictive edge' of other drugs?
Let's face it: pot smokers currently using are immersed in a cloud of self-delusion. (Pun intended) "I can quit anytime." You might say. Well, what runs through your mind when you seriously think "I can quit forever and still be around friends who still use"? Can you seriously tell me that some form of anxiety doesn't occur? I sure as hell feared the thought of not using anymore.
But even then I didn't consider myself addicted to it. "I'll quit somewhere along the line, before kids come along." That slowly changed into "I'll have to smoke in a different room or outside." I tried justifying my habit by saying it was for self-medication, because of my anxiety/depression and violent mood swings. Pfft, well, I still had mood swings and depression, but it wasn't as severe. I accepted this level as the best as it could get. (having bad experiences with Dr's and depression meds)
I know for a fact that daily users of any drug have reservations about using it. Yea you feel good, it enhances the fun of things, etc etc. I know. I've been there, thought it all, have the lung deposits and THC count to prove it.
Daily/Routine users, ask yourself: "How did my usage start?" Think waaaaay back. Without a shadow of a doubt, I know you'll say "It started out as a once in a while thing, but I really liked it and thought 'Hey, what the hell, why not smoke it all the time?' If it feels good, do it!" I sure as hell's did.
So here we are now, daily users of something we think we can handle. We have a problem, a huge problem. As tiny and insignificant as each bowl, joint or loaded bong may seem, it controls us, it laughs at us, lies to us, and fills us with delusions of grandeur. We are addicts, substance abusers, people with mental disorders undiagnosed. We have a disease. It's not terminal if we don't let it get there. No matter how we think about it, our addiction is with us for the rest of our lives.
The best we can do is muster up the courage, ask Him for help, and pray for our lives. The best part is that we're never alone. There's millions of people out there, former users of this that and the other, who've been through it all. A helluva lot more than us meek tokers. If a heroin addict can admit he has a problem, go through rehab, get help, get on with their life and achieve the things they dreamed up as a kid, anyone can.
And that's no lie.
I myself have sought out help, and have opened the door to a brave new world. One I thought I could never enter again, yet it's always been in front of me, clouded by my own 2nd hand smoke. I've realized that I have an addiction. I had cravings for it, wanted it, stole for it, hurt for it, and let people down for it. Hell, I used to tell my wife when she asked me if it was more important to her "No baby!" But in the back of my head I actually seriously wondered.

I finally realized that I have a problem, when just a week ago I was scraping my pipe for resin, AGAIN. Same old ****ing story: I was out, had no money, and NEEDED that high. I always thought about quitting, every single toke. Every single ****ing toke man, every single ****ing one. I just couldn't drop the habit no matter how hard I wanted to. I finally made that first all important step: I admitted to myself that I have a problem.
Don't take my word for it. Why should you? What the **** do I know about you? How in the hell can I know you at all? We're all just a bunch of 0's and 1's anyway.
And yet you still read. :em321:
Well, try putting it down. Wake up sober, shove it all in a closet, drawer, nook, cranny, give it to a friend to hold on to. Then, observe yourself with an open mind for the next 24 hours. Believe you're giving it up. Notice how it makes you feel.
Anxious? Depressed? Mad? Sad? Glad???? Write it all down, remember it well, etc. You will have withdrawal. Try to make it for 24 hours, 48, 72, a week, a month, a year, whatever floats your boat. Withdrawal won't last long, a few days, give or take, but maybe you'll still crave it?
If you don't crave it, kudos to you!
You are stronger than thyself and I commend thee. You have what it takes to make something of yourself. Never look back and continue heading forward.
If you do crave it, please please please... take that first integral step to opening that door, and admit to yourself you have an addiction, and need help.
I've been clean for over a week, am seeking help, and have an insatiable dislike for putting anything intoxicating into myself. I still have the disease of addiction flowing through my veins, but it's an inactive addiction. I control it now, keep it in a cage, and laugh at it maniacally, just as it did me.![http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/icon_smirk.gif [http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/icon_smirk.gif]](http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/icon_smirk.gif)
I am in no way being cocky. Hell, some of you might realize that the last time I was THIS worked up about something, was the religious discussion forum, in which I believe I brought down because of my... distasteful post about The Fallacy of Man, Pride. I was high then, having delusions of grandeur, and listening to Marilyn Manson - Holywood.
Heh, it's funny, cuz I'm sober as hell, riding on the High of God's grace, and listening to Audioslave - Out of Exile.
Be yourself. Not some drug that puts a mask over you. It's all you can do.
[/Truth]
Have a Blessed Day.![http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/heart.gif [http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/heart.gif]](http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/heart.gif)
This is not candy coated, altered from any particular source, or a fabrication.
I don't lie.
Marijuana will fork your brain up. Bad. Really bad. Your body becomes dependant on it because your brain says "Hey, I don't need to produce this hormone/chemical anymore, because the body is getting it elsewhere."
I'm sure you've heard "Today's pot isn't what your mama or daddy smoked back in the 60's" over and over. Sure, you probably don't give it a second thought, thinking "Hell ya, Go go hydroponics! More THC for me!" and whatnot.
Well it's the truth. Not only because of the potency of today's pot, but because growers have cross pollinated, and come up with a TOBACCO/MARIJUANA hybrid. By doing so, marijuana has nicotine. That same nasty **** that has me addicted to cigarettes, has me addicted to pot. You too.
"LOLZ, NEXT THREAD. *GURGLE GURGLE HUUUUUUUUUP ......... BWUUUUAHHHHHHHHHHHHH*"
If you're a pot smoker, and are reading this very line, I commend you. You have an open mind, and are willing to give my little 'soap box rant' a go. Thank you.

I'm not saying Pot is evil. It is light years away from that. I will always support the legalization of marijuana (no matter how vein it might be) and endorse it for it's medical purposes. The growers/suppliers are the evil ones. What better way to insure that people keep coming back for more, than to give it that 'addictive edge' of other drugs?
Let's face it: pot smokers currently using are immersed in a cloud of self-delusion. (Pun intended) "I can quit anytime." You might say. Well, what runs through your mind when you seriously think "I can quit forever and still be around friends who still use"? Can you seriously tell me that some form of anxiety doesn't occur? I sure as hell feared the thought of not using anymore.
But even then I didn't consider myself addicted to it. "I'll quit somewhere along the line, before kids come along." That slowly changed into "I'll have to smoke in a different room or outside." I tried justifying my habit by saying it was for self-medication, because of my anxiety/depression and violent mood swings. Pfft, well, I still had mood swings and depression, but it wasn't as severe. I accepted this level as the best as it could get. (having bad experiences with Dr's and depression meds)
I know for a fact that daily users of any drug have reservations about using it. Yea you feel good, it enhances the fun of things, etc etc. I know. I've been there, thought it all, have the lung deposits and THC count to prove it.
Daily/Routine users, ask yourself: "How did my usage start?" Think waaaaay back. Without a shadow of a doubt, I know you'll say "It started out as a once in a while thing, but I really liked it and thought 'Hey, what the hell, why not smoke it all the time?' If it feels good, do it!" I sure as hell's did.
So here we are now, daily users of something we think we can handle. We have a problem, a huge problem. As tiny and insignificant as each bowl, joint or loaded bong may seem, it controls us, it laughs at us, lies to us, and fills us with delusions of grandeur. We are addicts, substance abusers, people with mental disorders undiagnosed. We have a disease. It's not terminal if we don't let it get there. No matter how we think about it, our addiction is with us for the rest of our lives.
The best we can do is muster up the courage, ask Him for help, and pray for our lives. The best part is that we're never alone. There's millions of people out there, former users of this that and the other, who've been through it all. A helluva lot more than us meek tokers. If a heroin addict can admit he has a problem, go through rehab, get help, get on with their life and achieve the things they dreamed up as a kid, anyone can.
And that's no lie.
I myself have sought out help, and have opened the door to a brave new world. One I thought I could never enter again, yet it's always been in front of me, clouded by my own 2nd hand smoke. I've realized that I have an addiction. I had cravings for it, wanted it, stole for it, hurt for it, and let people down for it. Hell, I used to tell my wife when she asked me if it was more important to her "No baby!" But in the back of my head I actually seriously wondered.



I finally realized that I have a problem, when just a week ago I was scraping my pipe for resin, AGAIN. Same old ****ing story: I was out, had no money, and NEEDED that high. I always thought about quitting, every single toke. Every single ****ing toke man, every single ****ing one. I just couldn't drop the habit no matter how hard I wanted to. I finally made that first all important step: I admitted to myself that I have a problem.
Don't take my word for it. Why should you? What the **** do I know about you? How in the hell can I know you at all? We're all just a bunch of 0's and 1's anyway.
And yet you still read. :em321:
Well, try putting it down. Wake up sober, shove it all in a closet, drawer, nook, cranny, give it to a friend to hold on to. Then, observe yourself with an open mind for the next 24 hours. Believe you're giving it up. Notice how it makes you feel.
Anxious? Depressed? Mad? Sad? Glad???? Write it all down, remember it well, etc. You will have withdrawal. Try to make it for 24 hours, 48, 72, a week, a month, a year, whatever floats your boat. Withdrawal won't last long, a few days, give or take, but maybe you'll still crave it?
If you don't crave it, kudos to you!
![http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/cheer.gif [http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/cheer.gif]](http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/cheer.gif)
If you do crave it, please please please... take that first integral step to opening that door, and admit to yourself you have an addiction, and need help.
I've been clean for over a week, am seeking help, and have an insatiable dislike for putting anything intoxicating into myself. I still have the disease of addiction flowing through my veins, but it's an inactive addiction. I control it now, keep it in a cage, and laugh at it maniacally, just as it did me.
![http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/icon_smirk.gif [http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/icon_smirk.gif]](http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/icon_smirk.gif)
I am in no way being cocky. Hell, some of you might realize that the last time I was THIS worked up about something, was the religious discussion forum, in which I believe I brought down because of my... distasteful post about The Fallacy of Man, Pride. I was high then, having delusions of grandeur, and listening to Marilyn Manson - Holywood.
Heh, it's funny, cuz I'm sober as hell, riding on the High of God's grace, and listening to Audioslave - Out of Exile.
Be yourself. Not some drug that puts a mask over you. It's all you can do.
[/Truth]
Have a Blessed Day.
![http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/heart.gif [http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/heart.gif]](http://www.jkhub.net/forums/images/smiles/heart.gif)
-Hell Raiser