With a time machine I would go back when I was 16 and find the balls to talk to this awesome chick, who I later learned that had a crush on me. She left the city and never heard of her again so it was too late. Son of a … biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.
Looking back, I realize that I was a really repressed teenager - like completely oblivious. Like when the hot girl from the pre med club was text messaging me 5 times a day, I just assumed it was for school stuff. Years later, I’m thinking back and am like “wait a minute…” Past ohai definitely needed some ass kicking of sorts…
I was friends with this girl in high school that I always assumed was too good for me. We had a few classes together and would meet up to do homework. I never thought of taking it any further but later learned she got really jealous when I started dating another girl. Subsequently, she got into a relationship and after that, the timing never ended up working out for us.
A few years ago, I was helping a buddy of mine move into a house he just bought around my old high school. We drove into the neighborhood and everything looked incredibly familiar. I told my buddy that I use to know a girl that lived around here. We pulled up to the house and started unpacking. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I knew the house so I asked my buddy who he bought it from. He said he didn’t recall the name so I spit out the last name from the girl above and he said that was it. I guess her parents had died so she sold the house. The coincidence was unreal. Plus, she was at the closing and he said that she was hot.
I wouldn’t have smoked weed. I’m not against it, and I know the negative effects are unproven and inconsistent. But I can honestly say that everything got a LOT harder after that 1-2 years of constantly being high (I’m talking at least an eighth a day)
I had a scholarship for having the best grade in high school maths. I had an A+ in precalc. When I went back to school (after the stoner hitch) I could barely handle anything more than basic arithmetic.
I was a balanced, socially adept person. Smoking weed clearly brought out some social anxiety issues, and I’m only finally getting over that (6 years later).
Most importantly- it cost me my dream girl. Turns out she didn’t appreciate that getting baked w/ roomie was more important than spending time with her.
The flipside to this is that I recognized it was a problem and that it was having majorly negative effects on me and my relationships, which is what ultimately drove me to go to school. It was the easiest way for me to justify moving to a city far enough out to get away from my buddy who was my biggest enabler.
Definitely too late. Very happily married with a beautiful wife, soon to be three kids, and a dog. Just a crazy coincidence and fun to reminisce about the old days.
Naw, stoners aren’t violent. They just are lazy, unambitious, completely retarded, don’t communicate, etc. That just amounts to her being left emotionally unsatisfied, really.
Yep, smoking weed doesn’t obviously hurt anyone. It can just make you satisfied with not doing anything, which is the same as being satisfied with being bored. When you are bored, you are usually motivated to do something or learn something or call someone. Being stoned constantly can let people just sit there and waste tons of time.
Shoot, this is basicaly verbatim of her description of him, except retarded. Every time she complains I have to pinch myself not to say something insensitive…
When you are really into someone it’s really hard to make a reasonable decision and break up. You start acting on emotions, not commom sense and ignore huge red flags. I don’t judge, been there