Now I am usually only online to talk when I'm at work, and I work from 11 PM to 7 AM at a hotel, which limits who I'm able to talk to. So, this conversation that begins around 1:30 AM starts where we're doing the normal catching up questions, like what have you been up to lately?, where do you work?, do you smoke pot?..... Wait, how did the conversation get here?
It was a pretty normal catch-up conversation, at least in terms of my experiences with conversations with people I haven't seen in nearly a decade. The question caught me so off-guard that I just threw a semi-casual, semi-funny response at it, "No, unfortunately I'm only high on life."
Now, normally that would end that specific part of the conversation, and it would move on to another area, or it might go to the other person's reasoning for smoking, or why they like it, and why it should be legal, and f**k the government for not legalizing it, pretty much a conversation that I could add my two cents on, as I can make comfortable conversation with just about any topic.
However, this person retorted with the totally unexpected, "Why unfortunately?" I've always been anti-drug, even though as I've grown older, I've been more susceptible to trying new things, taking any kind of illegal substance has never come up. In all honesty, I would love to go back to my more youthful days, and try drugs, have it be one of the few things I could shrug off later in life as being part of my youthful existence.
Here's my response to the "Why unfortunately?":
well, there have been plenty of times where drugs made sense, but my inner monologue always said no. I've realized as I've gotten older, you only get one chance to experience a lot of things, and it's a lot easier to look back to your younger days and just shrug something off as a fad
I'm not sure what's worse, the fact that I referred to doing drugs when I was younger as a fad, or that I referred to my own inner monologue guiding me. The conversation eventually moved on, even though it got stuck when I asked her why she wanted to know if I smoked, and she replied because she was looking for a connection, and that she liked it, smoking weed that is.
Once again, Dan "Mr. Awesome Conversationalist" rang in with another generic, "I can imagine." The next few minutes entailed some of the most painful internet messaging I've ever been a part of, and trust me when I say I have had some awkward conversations via IM. We go through a whole mess when she wonders via a '?' response, and I reply that I can understand why she likes it because TV and the media make weed seem like a pretty good drug.
She promptly responds by saying she's not affected by the media, and I say that I wasn't trying to say that she was. We go back and forth a few more times, so I try to spell it out. I said something like, I'm not saying you like it because of what the media says, I'm saying that I can see why you like it though, because the movies and TV shows usually put a positive spin on it. Since the message box isn't open anymore, I'm just guessing what happened next. I ask something to see if we're on the same page, and she says "different page, different book."
Now, the sarcastic side of me wanted to ask if the book was in a different library, but I'm not quite sure she would've caught on to the metaphor. We finally move away from the pot portion of our convo, and chit chat about a mutual friend for a few minutes before she heads off for the night.
What I'm wondering if what I said about the pot being held in a good regard as far as TV shows and movies go was a good thought, or was she right and I just wasn't making any sense.
Hit me up with your thoughts.