There's only one downside to smoking pot - I'm a criminal
I first smoked cannabis in my very late teens. Just a puff. It was about four years later while studying engineering at university that I discovered the benefits of using cannabis to help me sleep.
Up until then I'd been the poster boy for insomniacs the world over. I would have been lucky to get three to five hours of unbroken sleep a night before waking up with a jolt, unable to return to sleep.
I'd visit doctors and specialists and they offered me sleeping tablets (horrible morning-after feeling) and advice on breathing techniques. None of which worked well enough.
Hardly a day has gone by in the 20 years since graduating that I haven't smoked cannabis. I normally roll a joint after dinner and smoke half, then consume the other half before I go to bed.
I don't drink alcohol and haven't done so in around eight or nine years. I don't like hangovers or the sensation of being drunk, and due to the fact I detest being around drunk people, you will very rarely find me in a pub.
How has cannabis affected my life? I sleep well, I'm a CEO of a technology company with offices in three countries and I have a Masters in engineering and a Bachelors degree in the sciences.
I've never been in trouble with the police (save for a couple of speeding tickets), I've never beaten my wife or kids, never smashed anything up in a drunken rage and those around me would likely describe me as healthy (I work out several times a week), somewhat intense (it comes with the job), yet a calm and rational individual.
The negatives effects on my life from smoking cannabis ? I can only think of one: I'm a criminal. Someone who should be locked up. A scourge on society. A stoner. Label me as you will. Generalise to your heart's content. Bask in your own ignorance.
I know I'm a decent person. A father of two. Doting husband to a beautiful wife who holds a senior position in a local firm. But I'm still a criminal.
This fact alone makes me nervous of a knock at the door from the cops. Perhaps the cops followed me home from my dealer (where I'm exposed to other drugs, which I would never dream of consuming - my dealer being the gateway to harder drugs, not the cannabis itself). I'd likely lose my job. My livelihood. My name splashed on the local newspaper.
Because I'm a dirty, filthy, stoner criminal.
Now, where did I leave my wallet..?
- Stuff Nation