How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bong
Repost from the I Quit QOTW, as it seems to fit and I think the title is all clever and stuff.

I first met Weed one sunny afternoon when, as a naive 14 year old, I discovered that the cloud of smoke being expelled from my lungs was in fact more than just the tobacco I had assumed it to be. There was no moral outrage, no upset at being 'duped' into inadvertently smoking Weed, indeed, I refused to pass it on and filled my lungs once more, but with a greater determination to maximise the impact.

At first we would meet only occasionally. I was young, constantly making new mind-altering acquaintances, and only able to dedicate a limited amount of time to any one of them. Drink quickly became a fairly regular companion, but his more narcotic cousins would flitter in and out of my life as my mood dictated. However, as time passed I found myself favouring Weed above the others and throughout the end of my teenage years and into my early 20's I developed quite the affinity for it.

Our relationship soon developed into a very one sided love affair, with me devoting more and more time and money while Weed gave nothing back beyond an overwhelming lethargy and a persistent paranoia. I puffed my way through university, blundered through an inglorious beginning to my working life and, other than writing a not insignificant amount of music, achieved remarkably little.

My parents have always bemoaned my desire to smoke my life away; not only because I'm sure it's the last thing you want to see your offspring do (and both my brothers were as bad until they produced offspring of their own), but because it made their already stupidly lazy son into a completely useless twat. And so it was warmly welcomed when, around Christmas last year, I declared the affair was to end. If only I could completely persuade myself of the same.
( Moey, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 17:48, 2 replies)

Fuck anyone who says that stuff isn't addictive..
..it might be mostly psychological but it can be pretty strong.

I'm wondering whether to post my own long history of trying to give up and failing, and the associated ups and downs. Trouble is the story involves family members, one of whose friends sometimes reads qotw. Shame.. I know I have a good story about being hopelessly in love with a substance you are supposed to just grow out of, and that some people never do.
(raymond "three griddle pans" luxury yacht lovin' the christmas action, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 17:53, closed)

I'm stuck too!
Weed has been my crutch for the past ten years of my life, I love it and hate it in the same toke. Would post my story but I'm fucking terrified to be honest.
(themanfromdelmonte, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 23:46, closed)