I seem to have two reactions to weed.

Firstly..

My head seems to race at a thousand miles an hour and I analyse everything, if you've read some of my more, err..unsubstantiated opinions on sociology or my deep analysis of thought provoking solopsist films you'll understand what I'm talking about. If I don't have a film to distract my addled mind then I start thinking about other shit.

Secondly..

I get really paranoid...for example, when I had a smoke with my girlfriends mate one time and it didn't occur to me to offer her any of my coke. I think she was thirsty and O.K. it's bad manners anyway not to offer a drink but because I was smoking her weed and the unwritten rule (the weed smokers code) says drinks should be communal I started getting really paranoid. Now in retrospect I'm sure she wasn't too bothered but at the time I was convinced she'd hate me for life and was cursing my name for all eternity.

Half the time I'm sure that the whole room is conspiring against me then the rest of the time I'm paranoid about how paranoid I'm being and that everyone can tell that I'm looking round nervously which makes me more paranoid and starts my head racing.

Now, I'm not really sure what my standpoint is here but because this is my homepage I'm gonna tell you wot I tink anyway! I have these really differing opinions trying to battle it out for supremicy, one saying 'your body is a temple' the other telling me to 'use your body to its extreme then you're living life'. I don't know which I agree with more at the moment. I'm not smoking, weed or cigs but I have done and god damn I miss them both. In the back of my head I know that my training is gonna really suffer if I start on the smokes again but if all I'm bothered about is the effect on my lungs then surely a spliff everynow and again is doing me no more damage than the huge amounts of alchohol I feel no guilt consuming. My hypocrisy, as usual is obvious and I really don't like it. My body is a temple is great but I want to live my life and mind atering substances have got to make you appreciate that alternative and accepting the world from inside a safe little box is totally wrong...

Anyway, my confusion continues and my desire for a cigarette is as strong as every.