Finding Myself OMG: A Bullshit Quest

Well, where do I start? I'm struggling, I suppose, to find out who I am outside of who my parents want me to be, who my friends want me to be, or who my own perfectionist tendencies (totally personified) want me to be. I don't know if this blog will really document my progress in, ahem, coming of age, or if it will just basically be a place for me to vent and blab about nothing. We shall see.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Could I have some medical marijuana, please?

I had pot for the first time tonight at a party. It was... different. Okay. I didn't have any mind blowing experience where I like communed with the chair I was sitting on or was transported to a different plane or anything. I don't know. I think, in general, I like drinking better.

I'm still a little high, I think. Roxy drove, so I didn't have to worry about driving or anything. One thing I will say for pot, is that it does seem to help a lot with my pain. I have fibromyalgia, which is kind of like arthritis in your muscles, which basically means that I'm in pain all the time. Tonight I feel a lot less than I usually do, though. It's not Vicodin-level or anything, but it's nice. My body feels very soft and not tense and not in pain. I wonder if like in California or Canada or someplace you can get medical marijuana for fibromyalgia, or if they only give it to people who are like dying of cancer.

So yeah, the more I think about it, the more I like pot. Not as a party drug, but as a painkiller. If I smoked up every night, I would sleep so much better. I have such a hard time getting to sleep usually because of all the pain. But marijuana is not legal, sadly, and I wouldn't even know where to get it. With my luck, I'd probably be caught buying it by an undercover cop.

Ah, well, it's probably a good thing. I wouldn't want to be a pot head. Although, fuck, I like not being in pain.





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