This isn’t about being cool or not cool or toking up or not. Stoner bemused replies are really just fucking worthless here, ok?
Replace the pot smoke, dear tokers, with whatever it is that torques you off the most. Just drives you around the bend. Ultra-loud Jazz music at 4am? Or, at 11am when you’re sleeping off your evening of being utterly baked? Maybe the smell of filthy cat shitty litter from the guy next door. Maybe the Jazzercize addict above you who keeps you up night and day with the pounding on the floor from her incessant work-outs.
Think about the one thing that makes you bonkers. Then, if your weed-befuddled brains can process through this simple request, put yourself in the shoes of the person who wrote this O.P.
It’s about not being allowed to live and let live because someone in a communal living environment is a selfish dick with the mind of a 12 year old.
That’s really what it’s about.