I’ve smoked weed long enough to tell you “tolerance” is a lie losers use as an excuse to tell you why they feel dead inside…

I’m not proud to admit it, but there’s maybe 6 months collectively over the past 10 years I’ve gone through a day completely sober. I really have no idea how accurate that number is. Doing some quick math…

It comes to about 5% of my time I might consider “sober.” It’s honestly embarrassing if true, worse if that number is actually flattering. If it wasn’t weed, it was alcohol. If neither, then OD on caffeine. Don’t forget the Adderall, that actually could have killed me, so they took it away from me. Oh, not to mention the Ativan, that did, so no one had to tell me “No” the next time..

[My nieces & nephews deserve a sober uncle… my whole family deserves a sober Noah -the whole world even- but they’re the 1s Whö could actually convince me…]

Back to the point. I’m not here to brag about my bad choices, nor is this some form of confession via airing out my dirty laundry. The reason I say all of this is to prove the point that I’ve been consecutively high long enough to know the amount of weed doesn’t really affect how I feel.

Sure, I’ll notice a more intense “high” if I take a week off. But that’s not really why. It’s just that when you constantly smoke weed, you live like a piece of shit, so every experience feels shitty. Taking a week off isn’t about reducing your tolerance. It’s about giving yourself time to actually do something good with your life, so the smoke at the end of the week is a “Feel Good” treat, not a daily retreat trying to hide from “Whö I Am” really…

[I don’t want to explain to much, but interacting with people during the day makes the conversation when getting high alone at night far more interesting…]