How I Started Smoking Cannabis

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Hey there, fellow ponderers! Today, I want to take you on a little trip down memory lane and share the story of how I started smoking cannabis. Spoiler alert: it wasn't exactly love at first puff.

But hey, you’re not here for the cliff notes, right? Let’s dive into the trials, tribulations, and the eventual green epiphany.

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🍃 The Beginning: A Surprising Turn

First things first: No, I wasn’t a teen stoner. In fact, I was once a staunch anti-cannabis crusader, thanks to my grandmother’s influence. (Seriously, don’t come at me—I was practically brainwashed!)

My first real encounter with cannabis happened around 2013. I was dating my (now ex) girlfriend, who used it medically because it was cheaper than prescriptions and helped manage her symptoms. At the time, I was still very much anti-pot and, to be honest, a bit of a jerk about it.

One night, she convinced me to give it a try. I was in my early twenties, my frontal lobe still under construction, and I had already been drinking. Mixing alcohol and cannabis is a rookie mistake, but hey, I was young and invincible, right? Wrong. I took a drag and immediately regretted it, rushing to the bathroom to puke my guts out.

This did not help my view on cannabis, and after we broke up, I didn't encounter it again for three years.

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🍃 A Three-Year Hiatus

Fast forward three years. I hadn't touched cannabis since that fateful night and had pretty much written it off. Then came the summer of 2016, and with it, a chance to reconnect with my sister. For some context, I was raised by my dad's parents and didn't even know I had siblings until I was 13. We had been Facebook friends for a while but hadn't really talked.

That summer, she invited me to hang out at the lake where she worked. I was thrilled at the chance to finally bond with a sibling.

Within the first hour of my arrival, she asked, “Wanna smoke some weed?” And thus, the journey began.

The rest is pretty much history, but let me give you a quick rundown for posterity’s sake.

That summer, my sister and I bonded over shared joints and packed bowls, with incenses and fans working overtime to air out the tiny cabin. Despite our best efforts, everyone knew what was up.

Spoiler alert: you can’t really hide the smell of pot.

As the summer ended, so did her job at the lake. This left me in search of a local dealer to keep the good times rolling.

It's crazy to think a little 2g baggie used to last me two weeks. Oh, tolerance, you sneaky antagonist.

Looking back, it's ironic how something I once resisted has become such a big part of my life. I might even admit to being a ‘Functioning Addict’. Balancing finances with ensuring a steady supply of weed became my norm. Take away the stigma, and it’s just like managing any other medical prescription

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🍃 My Current Routine

These days, it’s been over a year since I switched to concentrates. I keep flower on hand for when I run through my wax too quickly, but mostly, it’s all about the concentrates.

My tolerance has definitely grown, but so has my appreciation for the plant.

So, that’s my cannabis journey. From anti-pot to a full-fledged enthusiast, it’s been a trip.

And hey, it all started with a sisterly bond and a summer at the lake. Cheers to that!

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🌷  Signed, MJ