Once, I dated someone who was in a high-stress corporate career track, so I understood her need to light up.
I would find all sorts of crazy stuff in that awful chasm.Not to mention I haven't had salt and vinegar chips in the fucking house for years.Any snack items I brought home had to be hidden from her, or she'd eat everything in sight.(Note: I was younger then, and had eaten a couple pot cookies earlier in the day).I brazenly started walking across the park to join them in dance because that obviously was the correct decision.Not that these exes were all bad; they just made pot their priority over anything else.
It can be no fun to date someone who unironically wants to dance in public to a jam band, or whose bed sheets are covered in resin.
I commended him and thought to myself, "This will be such a nice sober night together."The night goes on and suddenly he pulls out his weed pen and starts vaping. " to which he replied, "Oh no, just sober from alcohol.
If I'm gonna be sober, I'm gonna need something else fun to replace it." So, once stoned, he calls up his shroom dealer (because I guess weed isn't a good enough replacement? Now I'm sitting in his room alone, baffled at the situation.
Turns out, I wasn’t the worst stoner to date in the world.
After reaching out to a bunch of friends and colleagues, I learned that all potheads can be total assholes.
Across the grass, we could see a group of hippies doing a stoner dance, of sorts.