Hello, folks. It’s been a very long time since my previous post. For anyone who previously followed my blog: this post is for you, and I ask that you give it a chance.
In addition to some new topics, I’m going to be writing about a drastically different subject matter: medical marijuana. I’ve already been doing so over at Whaxy.com and it’s been a fulfilling experience. Some of you are going to read this and not want to read about stoners. You may dislike the idea of reading about degenerate drug addicts. You may think I’m a bad person for using such a substance, regardless of the health benefits and the vast improvement in my quality of life. If so, you are misinformed.
But not to fear: many people are misinformed about cannabis. Marijuana has a complex social stigma. What I’ve found is that people don’t necessarily dislike marijuana; they dislike the people who use marijuana. Visions of hippies, draft dodgers, drug dealers and degenerates are often paired with marijuana use, but that vision is changing. For medical marijuana patients today, the vision could be anything: young people, old people, rich people, poor people, any race, any religion and so on: the face of marijuana is changing and it can look like anyone. Including me.
My writing is going to focus on marijuana as medication. It’s a complex plant that includes substances beyond THC. In fact, the “high” (while enjoyable) is secondary for me. My perspective as a user who does not smoke anything will be different than your typical long-time marijuana enthusiast.
If you’ve read this and would love nothing more than to strike my blog from your internet history, be my guest. My sincerest hope is that readers can reconsider medical marijuana objectively, without clinging to cultural history or political predispositions. If that’s outside the realm of possibility for you, then this is where I leave you, and I wish you well.