I consider this thread an exorcism of some of my negative feelings. It’s unlikely that anything will be exorcised, but I might feel a little better.
Finally, my Bachelor of Arts should be coming in the mail. If I were a good American I would get a job and this is something I’m rather passively trying to accomplish. The most convenient possibility is working with the company that employs my father and supposedly that company is going to grant me an interview. The problem, as I’m sure you have already guessed, is that my father’s employer is a “drug-free workplace;” to be more accurate, this means that I’m not supposed to smoke marijuana on my own time either.
For better or worse, pot has become part of my identity. I’m completely disillusioned with life and smoking cannabis is one of my ways of giving the world my middle finger. More importantly, it helps me deal with the daily bullshit that is simply part of being alive. Sorry, but this requires a subsection.
Bullshit (the abridged version):
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The law. Marijuana prohibition is a senseless waste of resources and also causes a great deal of human tragedy (IMHO, this is true of all recreational drug prohibition). I find it utterly ridiculous that America continues to call itself a free country. We aren’t very fucking free, folks. I don’t know what else to say.
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The American Dream. This is ultimately a society founded on making money. I don’t want my job or “contribution to society” to define me; I can’t seem to reconcile myself with what is expected of me as an American.
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Getting a job. I guess I don’t see the point. Inevitably, I will have to put the bottom line before a deserving person’s needs if I want to keep a job working for someone else. Compromising my mores is not something I am keen on doing, neither am I keen on starting my own business. By the way: employers obviously have no business violating their potential employee’s privacy, but this is a pretty standard practice for jobs offering more than $20k/year.
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Gun control. This is what keeps me from moving to California (for easy access to medical marijuana) or another country. For whatever reason, target shooting and collecting firearms are two of the half dozen things I actually enjoy. Once again, even in Alaska or Vermont (the two states with the most liberal gun laws), American citizens aren’t all that fucking free.
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Religion. I tried Christianity for 17 years; I’m now a nihilist. There probably is no god and I really wish those with religious leanings would keep their faith out of politics and legislation. If your god does exist, that entity did give me choices and I think I deserve to keep them.
On a related note, I am in psychiatric treatment. Basically, my shrink and prescriber want me to consider to electroconvulsive therapy because 2+ years of other treatments haven’t proved successful. Of course, going through ECT would probably be very expensive and it would certainly prevent me from looking for a job for several months. I doubt that ECT would help anyway. In my opinion, my major recurrent depressive disorder, dysthymia or whatever else I’ve been diagnosed with is not a result of a chemical imbalance or something being otherwise wrong with my head. Honestly, I feel that my worldview is a result of seeing things a little too clearly.
In conclusion, I guess I’m just really fucking pissed that I have to jump through another idiotic hoop in order to “make something of myself.” To ensure that I would pass a drug screening, I would have to quit smoking pot for 30 days (note that methamphetamine only shows up on a piss test within three days of use). I would prefer a 30-day coma. Even when I’m able to use marijuana I don’t think that life is worth living, but smoking pot allows me to pass the time playing Xbox, watching DVDs or just screwing around on the internet without thinking so many unhappy thoughts. Since this thread might belong in IMHO anyway, feel free to leave any posts about what I might do in spare time instead of smoking pot, why you think life is worth living or whatever; flames are certainly a-okay, too. Thanks for reading.
And fuck you, jebert. Once again: demand for drugs existed long before prohibition, therefore the deaths you whine about are actually a direct result of laws imposed on drug users.