As though it were a woman, I have fallen out of love with weed. Like everyone else, it used to make me so happy. We had such fun together . . with friends, by ourselves, bored, excited, content . . everything. But then, just like a relationship, it went from something I went out and met up with people to experience (let's go drinking! let's go to the park!) to something that I just wanted to lazily sit at home and enjoy without all the hassle. I became selfish in my relationship. I didn't want to learn new things or experience new people/places with pot - I just wanted to use her to keep me from thinking and to make me automatically "happy."
And, like regular sex with someone you don't love anymore, it still held me for a while. I knew I was starting to have a bad time, but it still kept me somehow content. Helped me sleep. Helped me (paradoxically) ignore all the problems it was causing for me. And it's just as hard of a habit to break. You have the friends who still spend time with her, the pipes and places that remind you of good times you had together, and the lifestyle that builds itself around the relationship.
But, just like a break-up, when you finally get clear of it and finally get her smell out of your clothes and finally find new things to make you happy, you see how fresh and bright and promising life can be without her burden holding you back.
Not everyone who meets her goes through this. Some flirt occasionally, while others can spend time with her and stay just friends. But for those of who really fell in love with marijuana, it often has to be this way.
I love what she taught me. I cherish the experiences we had together. But maybe it's time we start seeing other people.
