jose ribas da silva
Bluelighter
My friend what you said is acurate and you said it very well. But I want to include this into the conversation; a possibility that deep in one there is a represive nature, inhibited...so weed shows this to you. High on a bus and one gets paranoid? Let it GO! very simple and its an amazing lesson the psychedelic world imparts. Disinhibit, be your frew true self. Yeah, I smoke weed, if you have a problem you can suck my cock--this is the cure to these petty problems which are very UNCOMFY...I would know. Was quite represssed through most of my smoking years...now I can be on 3gs of shrooms smoking joints in the pool and playing guitar...its a wider perspective. Yeah I can play guitar in the pool, u know..
ive had to work with that cause I had that shame and also there is a stigma about drugs which honestly is bulshit cause im a very happer camper so I should feel no shame of psychedelic nature--aliens in the brain, im riding a cosmic train-- u can see me with your 3 year old i wouldnt feel shame. The path is true friend!
Maybe this is projecting...i would like to know if this resonates.
I agree with you on several points, nevertheless I would like to add other perspectives to this discussion
I have been cultivating the types of thoughts that you have addressed, I mean I am not giving a fuck whether people know that I smoke weed. This is not the trigger of the paranoia, even my parents and most of my family smoke so that I grew up thinking this was normal (I do not know whether this was good or not, though). Anyway, even though I firmly have this way of thinking inlaid in my mind, this is not enough to get rid of my paranoia. I do believe that this occurs due to the fact that the brain is unable to locate itself as being “in a normal situation”, when under the effect of weed (as I mentioned in my last comment), especially in high doses.
Consequently, although I do not care what people are imagining about me, my brain thinks that “it is in danger” and it needs to react to protect me from something bad that can happen at any time (the intensity of this effect is correlated with the current surrounding environment). Under this point of view, weed acts (more or less) disturbing the ability of the brain in distinguishing which situation is a “danger situation”.
Most of the times, I can control myself, being able to act normally everywhere and the ordinary people do not even find out that I am high. However, it is important to note that even when I am “controlled” there is a residual of discomfort that insists on continuing to work in my mind. This residual is a pure function of the chemical disequilibrium in the brain and by no means a function of my insecurities (this is a major point for this discussion).
Of course, this is what drugs do (chemical imbalance in the brain), all of them, each in its own way, and weed is not different from the others. We cannot work properly with ourselves being high all the time, that is, we are constantly altering brain homeostasis. The brain will react to these changes in order to restore homeostasis, it is programmed to do so; perhaps this “way back” is the cause of the psychological adverse effects of drugs in general.
Finally, “it is weed, not heroin”, and I love weed, man, true love. I love it so much that I have been spending the last fifteen years with it, a long marriage, with ups and downs, and we are still together, as a couple, making love and struggling. Nevertheless, as in all relationships, a couple cannot spend much time together, they need a break from time to time, a time to be alone with themselves; otherwise, things will begin to fall apart.