You're right. It could last a lot longer. And it sucks when you realize it. How your life is nothing but sitting on the couch smoking pot and playing video games talking about shit you are planning this weekend but you're never going to actually do because you're gonna get high.

Maybe your eyes will open one day. You don't know how. The kid laughing with his mom at the store or that cute couple going on a date at the outdoor mall. You see them, and they actually experience things. Now I don't want to discourage pot smokers or say it's a bad thing, but there's a difference between too much and using it for fun every once and while.

And then once your eyes open, you kinda just see how the only things you have in common with these "friends" is just the fact that you all smoke pot. Once you leave, they get worried and maybe they really were your friends. But then again, it's because you had the pot. And then they get it from some other guy and now they become distant. And you're all alone. Needing to make new friends or brace for the years of impending loneliness.

Maybe it wasn't so bad after all? Or maybe I'm not trying enough.

Be responsible.