Posts Tagged ‘weed’
Normally I take for granted, say, the validity of feminism or the superiority of democracy to monarchy. But on weed I feel much freer to question these fundamentals. I find myself reexamining the arguments for otherwise unquestioned propositions. I don’t know if this is real open-mindedness, since I almost always end up re-arguing myself into the positions I held before, but it sure feels like a good-faith effort at the time.
I also find myself thinking more easily in terms of spectrums in place of discrete categories. Not just in productive ways, either: comparisons that aren’t that useful (like the metaphors in Top 40 pop songs) appear more insightful than they are. Give me two things, like “hamburger” and “actor”, and I’ll naturally place them as two poles on a spectrum, then try to figure out what the scale is measuring (maybe dead organic matter vs. living matter, or Things That Should Be Honest vs. Thing I Expect to Deceive). If I can concentrate on the issue long enough, you could give me a second arbitrary axis (say, “centralized” vs. “decentralized”), and examining the resulting quadrants would yield exquisite pleasure.
I guess, then, marijuana frees my mind without necessarily encouraging it to move closer toward the truth.
“Idleness, indifference, and irresponsibility are healthy responses to absurd work.” —Frederick Herzberg, via the delightful Alfie Kohn
“Come on,” said my roommates, “it’s not bad. Just get high and you’ll have fun.” But I didn’t. You’d think mowing a lawn high would be great–you’re outdoors, you don’t have to talk to anyone or focus on much–you’d think mowing grass would perfectly complement smoking it, but you’d be wrong. Because lawn maintenance is bullshit.
Other writers are anti-lawn for all sorts of laudable environmental and urban design reasons. Now I’m all for striking a blow against monoculture or Puritanism, but my overriding objection is mortality. I have a limited amount of time left before I’m not “I” anymore, and I’ll be good and goddamned if I’m going to spend it doing counterproductive manual labor without pay.
This shouldn’t be the “deviant” position. The weirdos here are the lawn maintainers, who feel entitled to enlist everyone in their crusade to blanket the world in monotony and pesticides.