So, you may be wondering: who is this "Mahatmaganja" guy; why is he blogging about recovery, and why did he get into it in the first place?
Well, it's pretty simple. Taking drugs quit working. But, it didn't quit happening.
I once heard prison described as: "sex whenever you want it... and sex whenever you don't."
That's what smoking weed was like for me. I got high whenever I wanted to, and whenever I didn't.
The fact that every time I got high, I sat and thought about how my life was going nowhere - due to smoking pot - didn't slow me down a bit. Every weekend, I planned how I was going to take care of stuff during the week; leaving this weekend free to party.
Every weekday morning, I would think about how I didn't want to smoke any weed that day... not forever, mind you; just for a day or two. That I'd take a short break and get my head together. But, every afternoon, I'd have "changed my mind", because - what the fuck - I could always do all that stuff tomorrow.
(at this point, you can cue the music from Annie: "...tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya', tomorrow; you're always a day away...")
A friend of mine had been court ordered to go to treatment, and had to get a slip signed at twelve step meetings. And on one Saturday night, he asked me for a ride to one, where I did a little accidental listening.
And that's how I got started... well that's the Reader's Digest version of the story.
-M
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