LogicalMan
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As I dwell in the mental state gained by smoking the herb, I observe many different aspects about the human character. It has come to my attention that there are several people out in the world that utterly lack the individual character that I assumed every single human attained at birth. Before, my thoughts on the human character was that every person lives their own life, gaining different experience, which in a sense gave everyone an individual take on living on our planet. However, recent sessions have made me come to realize that there are several people that I see on a daily basis that really lack the fundamental character that makes us unique. Even when I sober up, these poignant aspects stick out when I converse with said people.
Example 1: A little while back, there was a session with multiple people there. All together there were two females and five males. Two blunts were lit, while the first one, which was rolled by the host, went into circulation among all seven people. The second one however, was a spiff rolled by yours truly. It was smoked mostly by me, but one other girl was also trying to look tough and smoke what no other would smoke. The crowd of people were very anti-tobacco and essentially a spiff is a blunt mixed with a little bit of tobacco and mostly the herb. Anyways, back to the point, I had no problem sharing the spiff with the girl. She took a few tiny tokes and handed it to me more than not. As I toked on my creation, I became more elated and talkative. My mind slowed and my vision on the world warped into what I believe to be the correct viewpoint on humanity.
I and the host have had many different sessions and to this day I still continue to smoke with him, because his ideas and his altered perception is very similar to my own. As I fully realized my own state of mind I noticed two people in the group, the girl who I shared my spiff with, and a third time herb user. Let me start with the girl’s character analysis.
The girl was kind of notorious for being easy to get, and she has confided to several people, including myself, that the rumors were indeed “true”. As I am only human, I brought her along so that maybe I could get with her afterwards. Alas, as I enter the proper perception, I notice just how superficial she really was. Never before have I noticed how “fake” she really was until I smoked with her. She had no original ideas, thoughts, or beliefs that I could see. Her entire persona was that of something you would see on MTV. It was completely ridiculous how much she wanted acceptance. She sat there and when asked a serious question, she replied with some cutesy, idiotic answer that made me wonder. How could a human being actually fall so low as to have such insufficient intelligence and individualism? As the session ended and most of us parted ways, she asked me if I wanted to get drunk with her at her house. Now any other day I most likely would have gone, but after witnessing her character at its finest, I decided to relax and sit back with the host until it was time for me to head home.
If you thought she was bad, just listen to how strange the new smoker was. When I say strange, I really mean psychotic, because the way this guy acted was downright scary. So during the same session, I glance over at the new smoker to see how he was doing. He had trouble with the actual smoking aspect of the herb, but that is nothing new. We all had the same inexperience at one point. What struck me as odd was his actual behavior. The guy was shaking and fidgeting as he always was. That was nothing new, but what he was saying really gave me an insight into his upbringing.
The person I am talking about had always been strange. All my life that I have known him, I always knew that there was something wrong with him. He seemed a little anti-social, but he always turned his awkwardness into a laughing matter, and he had some whit to him. My opinion of him was that he was funny, but loopy. However, as I smoke, I noticed how strange his mind really was. He confided to the crowd about how he thought that his apparent race was better than another. He proclaimed that Jews thought differently than other apparent “white” people. Blatant racism at its finest form. He continued to babble on about how Jews made more money than normal white people. He also admitted that Jews also have prevalence to being more risk-less oriented people, and that Jews like to bash others and to show strength in obvious weakness.
As I look upon this person, I thought more about what he was saying, and came to the conclusion that there really are differences in how Jews think. This conclusion did not happen during the session. In fact, the epiphany occurred today as I sat stoned with another friend of mine who happened to be Jewish. He is going to be my second example in a lack of character in the purest form. I just did not realize it until recently.
Example 2: In this scenario, I was the only one uplifted by the herb at the time. My friend of three years and I were driving around looking for something to do on a really rainy day. I offered him if he wanted to smoke, but he refused, so I just sat there and lit up with another of my friends who had an overflow of character, but that’s a discussion for another time.
As I sat there and talked to him, it occurred to me that my friend was a pure phony at the darkest end of the spectrum. He always recited something your parents would say and tries to play it off as his own. He is an upper class, money loving, patriotic and bland person. He would always remind me that he was rich, and that he had tens of thousands in his bank accounts, yet he has the audacity to say that he is not spoiled. He copies every story, every comedic line, everything from his best friend of ten or whatever years.
I had noticed his blandness once I started smoking with him. He seemed like a nice, funny person before I actually got into the herb, but when I actually started heavily smoking; I took notice in his fake personality. It built up a lot more I smoked and hung around him. I feel now that I can never respect him as a full human being, primarily because he never really puts forth any real effort and everything is always given to him. That being said, he will probably never have to struggle for anything, but he will never be anything mentally extraordinary. He had no depth to his persona. Also he acts like a thirty year old man, at the age of eighteen. He is always well-dressed and manicured and cares more about his appearance than most girls. I have called him out on it before, and he has admitted to being heterosexual.
Before smoking the herb, I never really saw how we as a people vary so much. Not only in how our character is shaped, but also if there is an existence of character in the first place. For those with no brain activity, I pity you to the fullest. Life must be so boring for those people who cannot think for themselves. Thank you for actually reading my full theory. Please let me know if you agree, disagree, or had similar encounters.
Example 1: A little while back, there was a session with multiple people there. All together there were two females and five males. Two blunts were lit, while the first one, which was rolled by the host, went into circulation among all seven people. The second one however, was a spiff rolled by yours truly. It was smoked mostly by me, but one other girl was also trying to look tough and smoke what no other would smoke. The crowd of people were very anti-tobacco and essentially a spiff is a blunt mixed with a little bit of tobacco and mostly the herb. Anyways, back to the point, I had no problem sharing the spiff with the girl. She took a few tiny tokes and handed it to me more than not. As I toked on my creation, I became more elated and talkative. My mind slowed and my vision on the world warped into what I believe to be the correct viewpoint on humanity.
I and the host have had many different sessions and to this day I still continue to smoke with him, because his ideas and his altered perception is very similar to my own. As I fully realized my own state of mind I noticed two people in the group, the girl who I shared my spiff with, and a third time herb user. Let me start with the girl’s character analysis.
The girl was kind of notorious for being easy to get, and she has confided to several people, including myself, that the rumors were indeed “true”. As I am only human, I brought her along so that maybe I could get with her afterwards. Alas, as I enter the proper perception, I notice just how superficial she really was. Never before have I noticed how “fake” she really was until I smoked with her. She had no original ideas, thoughts, or beliefs that I could see. Her entire persona was that of something you would see on MTV. It was completely ridiculous how much she wanted acceptance. She sat there and when asked a serious question, she replied with some cutesy, idiotic answer that made me wonder. How could a human being actually fall so low as to have such insufficient intelligence and individualism? As the session ended and most of us parted ways, she asked me if I wanted to get drunk with her at her house. Now any other day I most likely would have gone, but after witnessing her character at its finest, I decided to relax and sit back with the host until it was time for me to head home.
If you thought she was bad, just listen to how strange the new smoker was. When I say strange, I really mean psychotic, because the way this guy acted was downright scary. So during the same session, I glance over at the new smoker to see how he was doing. He had trouble with the actual smoking aspect of the herb, but that is nothing new. We all had the same inexperience at one point. What struck me as odd was his actual behavior. The guy was shaking and fidgeting as he always was. That was nothing new, but what he was saying really gave me an insight into his upbringing.
The person I am talking about had always been strange. All my life that I have known him, I always knew that there was something wrong with him. He seemed a little anti-social, but he always turned his awkwardness into a laughing matter, and he had some whit to him. My opinion of him was that he was funny, but loopy. However, as I smoke, I noticed how strange his mind really was. He confided to the crowd about how he thought that his apparent race was better than another. He proclaimed that Jews thought differently than other apparent “white” people. Blatant racism at its finest form. He continued to babble on about how Jews made more money than normal white people. He also admitted that Jews also have prevalence to being more risk-less oriented people, and that Jews like to bash others and to show strength in obvious weakness.
As I look upon this person, I thought more about what he was saying, and came to the conclusion that there really are differences in how Jews think. This conclusion did not happen during the session. In fact, the epiphany occurred today as I sat stoned with another friend of mine who happened to be Jewish. He is going to be my second example in a lack of character in the purest form. I just did not realize it until recently.
Example 2: In this scenario, I was the only one uplifted by the herb at the time. My friend of three years and I were driving around looking for something to do on a really rainy day. I offered him if he wanted to smoke, but he refused, so I just sat there and lit up with another of my friends who had an overflow of character, but that’s a discussion for another time.
As I sat there and talked to him, it occurred to me that my friend was a pure phony at the darkest end of the spectrum. He always recited something your parents would say and tries to play it off as his own. He is an upper class, money loving, patriotic and bland person. He would always remind me that he was rich, and that he had tens of thousands in his bank accounts, yet he has the audacity to say that he is not spoiled. He copies every story, every comedic line, everything from his best friend of ten or whatever years.
I had noticed his blandness once I started smoking with him. He seemed like a nice, funny person before I actually got into the herb, but when I actually started heavily smoking; I took notice in his fake personality. It built up a lot more I smoked and hung around him. I feel now that I can never respect him as a full human being, primarily because he never really puts forth any real effort and everything is always given to him. That being said, he will probably never have to struggle for anything, but he will never be anything mentally extraordinary. He had no depth to his persona. Also he acts like a thirty year old man, at the age of eighteen. He is always well-dressed and manicured and cares more about his appearance than most girls. I have called him out on it before, and he has admitted to being heterosexual.
Before smoking the herb, I never really saw how we as a people vary so much. Not only in how our character is shaped, but also if there is an existence of character in the first place. For those with no brain activity, I pity you to the fullest. Life must be so boring for those people who cannot think for themselves. Thank you for actually reading my full theory. Please let me know if you agree, disagree, or had similar encounters.
.. weird.
