Back before I dropped out of college in the US, while I was nominally a student at one of the UC campuses there, I certainly had the pothead mentality in one of its classic forms. My only friends were potheads, I lived in the hippy co-op at one point, smoked constantly, made trips to various weed-related locations in cali and was constantly on some trip to some new galaxy with music on max in my headphones (I still love doing that)
When I came out of the fog I'd actually joined a cult that was very anti-drug, so I demonized my admittedly harmful use to massive proportions. When I stopped associating with that particular group and worked to recapture my mind, I came back to marijuana with loving arms, but she had changed. Made me paranoid. I still got high constantly but could never return to the happy hippy place that I wanted to go to.
These days my mind is on some legalize it and I'll advertise it shit. Until then, I'm cleanly shaven and walk the streets cautious of police who can make my life difficult in my home country (laws, customs and opinions are harsh against marijuana even if the youth are a blazin') I smoke tiny amounts and due to timing my tolerance (lack of money ftw) and I actually get higher than when I used to smoke higher quality weed at all times of day.
You probably couldn't even tell I'm a recreational toker unless I posted some bizarre thing on the internet explaining that I am

Well, that and my never-ending fascination with the band Sublime, heh.