Let’s talk Marijuana. You know, weed. Or cannabis, for those smart enough to know how to spell it. I know, I know … you’re probably about as tired of hearing arguments as to why, or why not, the gnarly little plant should be legalized as I am, but fear not—I’m not going to rant my opinion on the matter. No, instead, I’m going to tell you why I, for many years, thought pot smokers were losers (no, not you Jeff Spicoli, but everyone else).
The long and short of it is this: I was a runner (yes, I’m still a runner, but I mean I was a good runner; a competitive runner) and although I’m from the Pacific Northwest and even walked the same halls as the legendary Steve Prefontaine (undoubtedly a pot smoker himself —I mean he did have the hairstyle of a pot smoker) I never, never, never (no I’m not channeling a former president here; I’m not separating inhaling from not) never, never smoked—anything, for that matter. I thought myself too wholesome to partake in anything that smelled strange or required the intake of smoke. Besides, there were my lungs to consider. But all joking aside, I don’t think many successful runners are, or were, smokers. And then there’s the loser part … wait for it … wait … OK. Here it goes …
I thought everyone who smoked pot were losers because all the guys that did it had scruffy hair (sorry Spicoli, but its true) and, sadly, they weren’t athletes either. Yup. There it is. I said it. Hate me if you must, but that’s what I used to think.
And now. Well, now I’m not so sure.
Now I know people—people I respect, people I care for, people whom also smoke pot. And as it turns out, none of them are losers. Quite the contrary (at least to the best of my knowledge). Still, I admit the concept of doing something that causes you to cough and gasp for air doesn’t exactly appeal to me, but, when it comes right down to it, whether other people choose to inhale or not (yes, that was a reference to our ex-president) is really up to them. And inhaling alone, doesn’t make anyone a loser—scruffy hair, or not.