For all those years, it worked great. I got the paper due in on time, made my move on that girl from Con Law (did it work? A gentleman never tells. Also, no), and even graduated from a respectable institution in a reasonable number of years with a grade-point average I'm not remotely ashamed of. So I sang the praises of smoking-up every day for years -- until 2012 hit, and out of goddamn nowhere my brain mutated. Okay, maybe nothing "mutated," but for some reason Obama's second term completely killed my ability to relax while stoned. Pot stopped treating my anxiety and started exacerbating it overnight. Suddenly those once-soothing hits kicked my brain into paranoia overdrive, and instead of falling asleep I started panicking about all my life choices. And not in a productive way, in a self-hating, paralyzed-with-guilt way. It was weird. And it took me forever to quit, not because I was addicted but because I had invested in so many cool bongs. And I was super addicted.
So, with few exceptions, I haven't smoked pot in like five years. I miss how it used to feel but I guess that part of my life is over. Which sucks because it's super legal now and that seems fun to me.
Smoking pot is a great way to avoid your problems until it abruptly stops working and all of a sudden you have to deal with your problems. If this happens to you, hopefully it won't be in the middle of a move or a break-up something? Sorry, pot smokers, for giving you something new to be paranoid about.
Score: 5 out of 10