It gives you a reason to live If you don’t have intimacy, love, community, purpose, and all the validation that comes with these basic facets of healthy life. You get lost in the pursuit, and hell, you even make friends along the way.
Merry Christmas
Joining the war on Christmas on the side of drugs.
Critical support to drugs
Getting fucked up skating around the neighborhood at night looking at the pretty christmas lights listening to indie music longing to be loved some day hell yeah
This is no small thing. Indeed, I would venture that, more than any other single quality, it is the relentless moment-by-moment forgetting, this draining of the pool of sense impression almost as quickly as it fills, that gives the experience of consciousness under marijuana its peculiar texture. Its helps account for the sharpening of sensory perceptions, for the aura of profundity in which cannabis bathes the most ordinary insights, and, perhaps most important of all, for the sense that time has slowed or even stopped. For it is only by forgetting that we ever really drop the thread of time and approach the experience of living in the present moment, so elusive in ordinary hours. And the wonder of that experience, perhaps more than any other, seems to be at the very heart of the human desire to change consciousness, whether by means of drugs or any other technique.
Banality depends on memory, as do irony and abstraction and boredom, three other defenses the educated mind deploys against experience so that it can get through the day without being continually, exhaustingly astonished.
Legit when I’m feeling shitty about my current situation I just think back to the pure hedonism of raving in the forest a few months back on psychedelics and remember experiences like that are real and I can do things like that again in future. Then everything feels ok
